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Summary: Rogue has made some decisions in the past few years since Logan left, including joining the Brotherhood, can she ever figure out what to do, when something happens that changes her perspective?
Homecoming I
By Jules
Chapter 1
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Rogue was 19 now, curvy, sexy, and very confused. So many voices ran through her head now, and the one that had been the center for so many years was starting to be drowned out.
She'd joined the Brotherhood three years back, the Magneto in her head having finally talked her into it. But as of a year ago, she wasn't a member of something that had a vision of anything greater than just surviving.
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IRun and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new evolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughin'
And watched the last one die /I
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The rest of her change had come about a year ago. Mystique had made Rogue take the powers of a young woman, Carol Danvers/Ms. Marvel, and this occasion, Rogue took a persons life as well.
Mystique had forced her, literally.
She had grabbed Rogue's covered arm, and restrained Rogue's bare hand down upon the woman's face until she was dead.
Rogue had passed out quickly afterwards.
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IYeah, I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of lyin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly /I
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So really, Mystique was to thank for Rogue change in heart. That was when Rogue had realized once more, that the Brotherhood's beliefs were wrong. It was also when Rogue had realized she had to get away.
The new memories and personality that had been assimilated into her mind confused the hell out of Rogue, and frankly, she was petrified.
She had packed her stuff, even Logan's dog tags, into a backpack, She'd taken a few deep breaths, shook herself out to calm her nerves, and then sprinted, praying she wouldn't be caught. The new powers she'd gained enable her to jump the high fence (she hadn't been ready for flying quite yet), after that she just kept on running.
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II think I'm done nursing the patients
It could wait one night
I'll give it all away
If you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped
If you just save my life
Run and tell the angels
That everything's alright /I
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Now Rogue was sitting on top of the Statue of Liberty's flame, which had been repaired, still trying to figure things out. It had been a year since she had left the Brotherhood.
In her heart, she truly knew what was wrong, why she was so lost.
Logan wasn't there. He was still in her head, but she needed him. To protect her, to touch her. He was part of her heart, and it still felt as if a piece were missing.
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II'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly.
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly /I
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But she was tired, so tired of running. So tired of lying, stealing, and fighting. And Rogue knew there was only one place she could go.
She needed to go home.
She'd been lost for so long, and she had to find herself again.
It was the only solution she could think of. Maybe they could help her this time, now that she was willing to accept it
Rogue knew it was her sole chance. So she picked up her bag, and made certain her belongings were zipped up tight, then flew into the night.
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I Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own /I
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Rogue arrived at the mansion around midnight. She slowly floated down in front of the back door.
She closed her eyes, and gathered her courage. Finally, opened the door, and glided inside, not letting her feet touch the floor (which had become a habit in the past year.)
Memories and regrets flooded her psyche as she slowly floated to the Professor's office. By the time she reached it, a few tears were making pathways down her face.
The doors were cracked, and the lights were on. Gently she pushed the door open, and found him waiting for her. A sympathetic and knowing look graced his face. She hesitated for a second, then swiftly flew over to him, collapsing in front of him and crying into his lap.
The Professor was a bit surprised, but didn't let it on, he just patted her back, and murmured the words that he knew would comfort her most, "There, there Rogue. You're home now. You're home."
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II'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to /I
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Charles Xavier took note of her torn clothes, ragged appearance, and overly thin body.
He could sense her heart was saddened. And her mind was a jumble of people.
Rogue was so relieved to be accepted back, back with the people who would take care of her. And as if her body knew she would finally be taken care of, it promptly gave up, and Rogue finally slipped into the haze of unconsciousness that had been threatening to overtake her for days.
~*~*~*~*~*~
ILooking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burnout bright
I'm looking for a complication,
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
Make my way back home
When I learn to . . . /I
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Summary: Rogue has made some decisions in the past few years since Logan left, including joining the Brotherhood, can she ever figure out what to do, when something happens that changes her perspective?
Homecoming I
By Jules
Chapter 1
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue was 19 now, curvy, sexy, and very confused. So many voices ran through her head now, and the one that had been the center for so many years was starting to be drowned out.
She'd joined the Brotherhood three years back, the Magneto in her head having finally talked her into it. But as of a year ago, she wasn't a member of something that had a vision of anything greater than just surviving.
~*~*~*~*~*~
IRun and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new evolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughin'
And watched the last one die /I
~*~*~*~*~*~
The rest of her change had come about a year ago. Mystique had made Rogue take the powers of a young woman, Carol Danvers/Ms. Marvel, and this occasion, Rogue took a persons life as well.
Mystique had forced her, literally.
She had grabbed Rogue's covered arm, and restrained Rogue's bare hand down upon the woman's face until she was dead.
Rogue had passed out quickly afterwards.
~*~*~*~*~*~
IYeah, I'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of lyin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly /I
~*~*~*~*~*~
So really, Mystique was to thank for Rogue change in heart. That was when Rogue had realized once more, that the Brotherhood's beliefs were wrong. It was also when Rogue had realized she had to get away.
The new memories and personality that had been assimilated into her mind confused the hell out of Rogue, and frankly, she was petrified.
She had packed her stuff, even Logan's dog tags, into a backpack, She'd taken a few deep breaths, shook herself out to calm her nerves, and then sprinted, praying she wouldn't be caught. The new powers she'd gained enable her to jump the high fence (she hadn't been ready for flying quite yet), after that she just kept on running.
~*~*~*~*~*~
II think I'm done nursing the patients
It could wait one night
I'll give it all away
If you give me one last try
We'll live happily ever trapped
If you just save my life
Run and tell the angels
That everything's alright /I
~*~*~*~*~*~
Now Rogue was sitting on top of the Statue of Liberty's flame, which had been repaired, still trying to figure things out. It had been a year since she had left the Brotherhood.
In her heart, she truly knew what was wrong, why she was so lost.
Logan wasn't there. He was still in her head, but she needed him. To protect her, to touch her. He was part of her heart, and it still felt as if a piece were missing.
~*~*~*~*~*~
II'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly.
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly /I
~*~*~*~*~*~
But she was tired, so tired of running. So tired of lying, stealing, and fighting. And Rogue knew there was only one place she could go.
She needed to go home.
She'd been lost for so long, and she had to find herself again.
It was the only solution she could think of. Maybe they could help her this time, now that she was willing to accept it
Rogue knew it was her sole chance. So she picked up her bag, and made certain her belongings were zipped up tight, then flew into the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own
Fly along with me
I can't quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own /I
~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue arrived at the mansion around midnight. She slowly floated down in front of the back door.
She closed her eyes, and gathered her courage. Finally, opened the door, and glided inside, not letting her feet touch the floor (which had become a habit in the past year.)
Memories and regrets flooded her psyche as she slowly floated to the Professor's office. By the time she reached it, a few tears were making pathways down her face.
The doors were cracked, and the lights were on. Gently she pushed the door open, and found him waiting for her. A sympathetic and knowing look graced his face. She hesitated for a second, then swiftly flew over to him, collapsing in front of him and crying into his lap.
The Professor was a bit surprised, but didn't let it on, he just patted her back, and murmured the words that he knew would comfort her most, "There, there Rogue. You're home now. You're home."
~*~*~*~*~*~
II'm looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burn out bright
I'm looking for a complication
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to /I
~*~*~*~*~*~
Charles Xavier took note of her torn clothes, ragged appearance, and overly thin body.
He could sense her heart was saddened. And her mind was a jumble of people.
Rogue was so relieved to be accepted back, back with the people who would take care of her. And as if her body knew she would finally be taken care of, it promptly gave up, and Rogue finally slipped into the haze of unconsciousness that had been threatening to overtake her for days.
~*~*~*~*~*~
ILooking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something
To help me burnout bright
I'm looking for a complication,
Looking cause I'm tired of tryin'
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly
Make my way back home
When I learn to . . . /I
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