Title: Does the Sun Shine?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The usual, the characters belong to the WB, Marvel comics etc. I'm merely dabbling with them :)
Summary: AU/C. Various member's POV over the death of Kitty.
This is Rogue's turn.
Feedback: Is always appreciated and welcomed.
Author's Notes: I don't really like this one, it was hard to get inside Rogue's mind. So if anyone also doesn't like it and could give me some pointers on how to improve it i'd be enternally grateful :)
Ah know she never thought too much about me. We weren't exactly the best of friends, sure we shared a room and lived in the same house but we were just so...different. Her playing the part of a ditzy, valley girl and me being, well y'know, me. Doesn't mean i never thought about her though. I kinda envied the way the others doted on her, even Wolverine was fond of her. I reckon it's cause she was the youngest, the baby of the dysfunctional "family" we all made up, everyone wanted to play a part in protecting her fromt he world. Too bad they never succeeded. And sure we had out disagreements, all right we had a *lot* of disagreements but that doesn't mean we didn't care about each other. She was ma friend, a sorta surrogate sister and i never wanted her to look like this. To look so dead.
I guess that's what she is though, dead or she will be in a coupla minutes anyway. Still, near enough right? I can remember her being so fulla life the day of the car accident. Chattering on about the up-coming Spring Fling an' how she was gonna make me all up and give the guys something ta talk about it. None of us went to the Spring Fling that year.
God damnit, i wish that stupid machine would shut-up with it's stupid beeping. It's keeping me from possessing the illusion that she ain't in a coma, that she's just sleeping. And she's gonna wake-up real soon. Yeah, anytime now...who am i kiddin? She's in a coma, people only wake-up from comas in the movies as Kurt so kindly pointed out yesterday during the debate -more like scremaing match- about letting our Kitten go. I don't have ta tell ya who won do ah? Kinda surprising really, i always thought Kurt'd be the one hanging on to the last shred of hope, he used to be so fulla optimism. Now he's just a shell, a hollow, broken, shell representing the person he used to be. Ah guess losing someone close can do that to i guy. Ah mean, look what happened to Evan...
"Well Kitten, looks like ma time's up" I chuckle lightly, "Guess we finally got somethin' in common eh?" Bending down to kiss her forehead i brush a stray lock of auburn hair out her eyes. The least i can do, right? Turning i slowly walk out the room and back into the safe, reassuring, predictable hall. I lean against the door with my eyes closed for a moment to try and collect my scattered thoughts.
"Will you miss her?"
The question comes out of nowhere and it takes me a minute to work out who it comes from. Opening my eyes i find myself staring into the face of Jean Grey. I suppose i could lie about my answer but the nosy bitch'd probably just search around in my head for the right one anyway. So for once i'll give her an honest answer, straight from the heart.
Smiling lazily at her i reply quietly, before heading down the hall, "Does the sun shine?"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The usual, the characters belong to the WB, Marvel comics etc. I'm merely dabbling with them :)
Summary: AU/C. Various member's POV over the death of Kitty.
This is Rogue's turn.
Feedback: Is always appreciated and welcomed.
Author's Notes: I don't really like this one, it was hard to get inside Rogue's mind. So if anyone also doesn't like it and could give me some pointers on how to improve it i'd be enternally grateful :)
Ah know she never thought too much about me. We weren't exactly the best of friends, sure we shared a room and lived in the same house but we were just so...different. Her playing the part of a ditzy, valley girl and me being, well y'know, me. Doesn't mean i never thought about her though. I kinda envied the way the others doted on her, even Wolverine was fond of her. I reckon it's cause she was the youngest, the baby of the dysfunctional "family" we all made up, everyone wanted to play a part in protecting her fromt he world. Too bad they never succeeded. And sure we had out disagreements, all right we had a *lot* of disagreements but that doesn't mean we didn't care about each other. She was ma friend, a sorta surrogate sister and i never wanted her to look like this. To look so dead.
I guess that's what she is though, dead or she will be in a coupla minutes anyway. Still, near enough right? I can remember her being so fulla life the day of the car accident. Chattering on about the up-coming Spring Fling an' how she was gonna make me all up and give the guys something ta talk about it. None of us went to the Spring Fling that year.
God damnit, i wish that stupid machine would shut-up with it's stupid beeping. It's keeping me from possessing the illusion that she ain't in a coma, that she's just sleeping. And she's gonna wake-up real soon. Yeah, anytime now...who am i kiddin? She's in a coma, people only wake-up from comas in the movies as Kurt so kindly pointed out yesterday during the debate -more like scremaing match- about letting our Kitten go. I don't have ta tell ya who won do ah? Kinda surprising really, i always thought Kurt'd be the one hanging on to the last shred of hope, he used to be so fulla optimism. Now he's just a shell, a hollow, broken, shell representing the person he used to be. Ah guess losing someone close can do that to i guy. Ah mean, look what happened to Evan...
"Well Kitten, looks like ma time's up" I chuckle lightly, "Guess we finally got somethin' in common eh?" Bending down to kiss her forehead i brush a stray lock of auburn hair out her eyes. The least i can do, right? Turning i slowly walk out the room and back into the safe, reassuring, predictable hall. I lean against the door with my eyes closed for a moment to try and collect my scattered thoughts.
"Will you miss her?"
The question comes out of nowhere and it takes me a minute to work out who it comes from. Opening my eyes i find myself staring into the face of Jean Grey. I suppose i could lie about my answer but the nosy bitch'd probably just search around in my head for the right one anyway. So for once i'll give her an honest answer, straight from the heart.
Smiling lazily at her i reply quietly, before heading down the hall, "Does the sun shine?"
