Title: Accidental Acquaintances
Rating: PG-13 (not really sure on how the ratings work exactly, but there's swearing)
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Rogue/St John, Jean/Logan and maybe some others
Summary: After Rogue leaves the school, St John receives a letter and things move on from
there.
Also, I'm kinda figuring this series may actually turn out to be pretty
long. I've got some really cool ideas to put in, introducing a lot of the comic characters
and stuff. Anyway, we'll see. Thankx to all who review!
A few days later another letter came.
Dear St John,
Holy crap Ok, first off, if you haven't told anyone about me writing to you, please, please, please don't! Especially not Logan (you figured right about wanting him stalking me). Miranda made a massive fucking cock-up, but it's one I don't really mind for once. It was really good to hear from you, from someone who gave a shit. Thanks for writing back, the letter wasn't shitty. Heh. I should probably explain the cock-up to ya, right? Well, y'see, I never ment for that letter to be posted. Recently, I've written a few of them. Different ones to different people – Bobby, Kitty, Jubes, Logan, the Proffessor and even Ororo. Yours was one of the first ones. I'd write them, and then put them away like a diary of sorts. It helped me in some warped way. Anyway, Miranda musta found your one while being nosey in my stuff, and she said that she thought I'd want it posted, and took it with her when she went to the post office to send a letter to her folks in LA. She's the one that wrote the return addy on the back (she's like this financial pen-pal writer and now keeps on trying to give me tips on how to write a good and proper letter, like putting a return address on the back and how many inches to write the address on the front from the edge of the envelope. Like I said, she's a crackpot!). Anyway, after near-strangling her, I got your letter back. So yeah, that's basically why you got a letter from me.
And like I said, pretty please don't tell anyone where I am, or that you've even heard from me. Nobody else knows where I am, and for the moment, I'd like to keep it that way. I just don't feel up to the whole oh poor Rogue', or the constant are you sure you are/going to be ok?'. Friends can be really annoying sometimes, and all the other students are even worse, looking at me like I'm this strange freak for being so dramatic about a guy who's like, double my age. Not that I could give a flying fuck about what they think, but it still got on my nerves. The one I feel sorry for is Mr Summers. It's gotta be tough, having to be the leader and the role model, having to keep going even after something like this. He can't even get away from it like I have. I'm just taking some time to deal. Once I pull myself together and manage to stop my sulking and end my personal pity-party, I will come back. No, Xavier's isn't such a bad place. Actually, I think it's pretty damn good, and the Prof is really great. He was heaps nice when I told him I was leaving, and he promised not to look me up on Cerebro – or at least not to tell anyone else where I was.
As for Logan, huh. It's funny how stupid he can get sometimes. I've been hanging him around like some sort of demented puppy for months, and he doesn't notice, and then the minute I leave without his personal consent he goes round ripping people's heads off. If he ever does it to you, tell him to shove it – I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself thanks very much. Don't let him intimidate you he can be a bastard, but it's mainly bark. Just make sure you don't try to wake him up from one of his dreams. Heh. You could get a lung full of adamantium if ya try that one.
Well, I'm bouncing merrily along here in my NY-City life. Met the grossest sleaze-ball at the bar last night. [shudder, yak, groan] First off, totally disgusto – greasy as a fast food joint, missing half his brown, rotten teeth, this freaking horrible earring and the worst wanna-be biker clothes. It was really funny – he got totally smashed and started trying to sing Whitney's "I Will Always Love You" at the top of his voice and then got his head pummeled with barnuts.
How's everyone doing back there? You and Bobby pull off any good practical jokes yet? I've gotta go to work now, so I'll sign off here. Like I said, it was great hearing from you. Keep well,~Rogue
"You got another love letter Johnny?" Bobby teased as he
sighted his friend reading another of the mysterious letters. "You gunna tell me who
they're from already? Or are you sending them to yourself? You know you're ment
to do that with flowers. And only if you're a girl." St John threw a pillow at
him, which he managed to dodge, and a full out pillow fight ensued. One mug and a whole
lot of feathers later, the two had collapsed on their respective beds. "Seriously
though St John – ya gunna tell me or what? I mean, we're ment to be best friends
and all." Bobby said between panting. St John shrugged. He hadn't as yet told
them about Rogue, some little voice in the back of his head had warned him not to. Now,
that little voice turning out to be right, he'd been asked not to. But Bobby was his
best friend – the kind of no-secrets' friend.
"Sorry man. Under lock and key, y'know. You'll find out someday, I
promise." He finally replied. Bobby mock pouted at him, but he didn't seem to
mind too much.
After dinner, when most of the kids were in the rec room watching a
movie, St John once again sat down to reply to Rogue, his newly acquired pack of envelops
on the stand-by.
Rogue,
Sure, don't worry about it. I'll keep my mouth closed on this one. I hope you can finish up your so called pity-party' soon though – people around here miss you a lot. As for the whole letter mix-up thing, shit happens, you know? Don't worry about it. It's kinda nice to write to you. And I promise I won't do the annoying friend bit (well, at least I'll try not to). You've got a right to feel whatever ya like (and it's not like you could choose how you feel anyway), and the guy saved your life twice – if there wasn't something, I'd think that would be weird. Like you said, ya shouldn't worry about what they think. They don't know you, don't know what you went through. Shit, I'm starting to sound like a fucking agony aunt giving out advice. I'm sure you know all this crap anyway.
As for Mr Summers, he seems to be doing all right. I think he's trying to cope with it in his own way. But then again, that man is too tight to know what really goes on under those glasses. You're right about Wolverine though – he's a strange guy. I don't think anyone gets him at all – not even the Professor. Believe me, if I ever get the courage to talk to him when he's in one of his funks without peeing my pants, I'll tell him that. Don't think it'll happen soon (that man holds the fear of god) but I'll keep it in mind for the future. [laugh]
Everyone around here is fine. We got a new guy the other day – so Bobby and I have been welcoming' him with our usual stuff. He's cool though I've got a feeling he'll settle into our little group pretty quick. His name's Kurt Wagner. He's German, if ya can't tell from the name, and he has an accent and all. He looks, as Kitty puts it, like a fuzzy blue elf' (ya think there's something going on there? Hmm?) and he has this kick-ass tale which he can swing about on. His power is teleportation (which has distinct possibilities for some really good pranks) – he just wills himself somewhere, and there's this noise, kinda like –BAMPH- and a puff of smoke and he's gone. Damn cool. He's already set his sights on being an X-man once he graduates, and even thought up his own codename – Nightcrawler. That got everyone going, and Bobby has declared he's gunna be Iceman, and Kitty wants to be Shadowcat. Me, I'm not really sure – not got much in the way of creative genius, and I think Jubilee likes her nickname.
Hey, next time some guy gets up to do a be-autiful rendition, try and tape it for me, will ya? Sounds like some good entertainment. [laughs head off] Surprising how many morons litter this earth. Heh. Well, I can't think of much more to say really. I think I'm kinda getting the hang of this whole letter thing. Maybe you can get Miranda to give me some tips. [snigger]. Well, hope ta here from you soon,
St John