Mutants 101
..Rogue III..
by Michiru
When you're a teenaged mutant, your life is bound to be more than a bit strange. When you're a teenaged mutant going by the name of Rogue, life can get downright wild!
A lot has happened to me today, and more of it is disturbing. Bad enough that I've gone to my 'secret spot' (not too secret since it's in the hallway) sitting on the windowsill of one of the big ceiling to floor windows. It overlooks the garden. It's also rather soothing to just look out and veg. Seriously.
But that just isn't going to happen, I guess. Cause I can hear heavy footsteps coming down the hallway.
"Rogue?" The evil one calls out.
I say nothing.
"Rogue," he continues like I had acknowledged him, which I had NOT. "We need to talk, you, Kurt and myself."
"I talked to you already. You only wanted to ignore what I said and rush off to her," I just couldn't help it, just couldn't keep my mouth shut… dumb dumb dumb.
"Please Rogue, we really do need to talk. The three of us. Alone. I'm going to get Kurt. Please be in your room when we get there."
"Yes, FATHER," I frown at him, and get to my feet. I stalk by him, ignoring his little sigh.
He might be my natural father, but there's no way I'll ever feel that he IS my father. None.
At least he has the intelligence to knock when he and Kurt get there. He looks much better than I feel.
"You look happy," I murmur as Kurt perches on the bed beside me.
"Ja, well," he colours slightly and plays with his tail (I think – he's in his induced form…).
"He was playing kissy-face with cat-boy in the hall," Logan closes the door behind him as he comes in.
"Logan!" Kurt cries out.
"I'm not ragging on you, Elf. It's your business who you smooch with," Logan tells him.
"You kissed Duncan Matthews?" My turn to look stunned. "JEAN'S Duncan?"
"She doesn't OWN him, Rogue," Kurt gets defensive. "Besides, I think he likes me."
"So he didn't freak when you showed him what you look like?" I ask, knowing, just knowing, he didn't show Duncan at all…
His horrified look is answer enough. His shoulders slump and he sighs. "I guess he knows something's funny now."
"Let's talk about Kurt's love life later, ok?" Logan asks, sitting in the chair, using an oh-so-serious tone.
"What's to talk about?" I snap. "I think we gathered your reaction to the situation."
"Touché," he replies, not nettled in the slightest. "I didn't react well, and I apologize."
"So why did you, then," Kurt asks, sounding hurt.
"Kurt, I've never been an emotional person, per se. I've also never been a father. I've been faced – rather abruptly, I might add – with something unknown and more than a little surprising. I had no idea about this until today."
"You knew nothing at all?" I ask incredulously.
"If a woman doesn't tell you, how are you supposed to know? You're both 16 today. That's a long time ago. A lot has happened, and Raven never gave me a clue, ever," he says.
"But I must say that while I am in shock about all of this, I think I can get used to this easily enough. You were already 'my kids'. This just makes it official. I don't think that's such a bad thing."
I REALLY want to believe him. To think I would actually have a real father. A stable (kind of…) parental unit. An actually family. It's almost too good to be true.
"Rogue, you definitely have a cynical streak that reminds me of me. But if we're going to try this, you have to put this aside," he says to me. "To solidify this relationship, it needs to be two ways. You need to help me. I'm willing… are you?"
Not fair. He and Kurt are looking right at me.
"I'm willing to try. Rogue?" Kurt asks me quietly. "Please?" He's playing with that invisible tail again.
It's a big deal, end of life as I know it. Plus, I'm an X-Man. If I say yes, I have to stick to my word. But, to have a father, a real live father…
"Yeah," I nod. "I'm willing to try." And I am. I'll have a real family. Me, brother and father.
"Cool!" Kurt grins.
The slight squeak of the door makes me look up. Logan must not have closed the door properly, because… There's a TIGER coming in!
"Holy crap!" I cry out. "That's a tiger!"
Kurt stares for a moment. "Duncan?" He asks slowly.
The tiger… well, I swear it, GRINS at Kurt.
"It IS you!" Kurt breathes.
"Be careful, Kurt," Logan warns.
"Wow!" Kurt slides down beside Duncan, grinning his face off. He buries his face in the neck of the tiger, and runs his fingers through the fur. The tiger purrs. I swear it! "Rogue," Kurt looks up at me, "you have to feel this! It's wunderbar!"
"Cool, we have a tiger in the house!" I don't hesitate to take off my glove, plunk down and run my fingers through the soft, thick fur.
Logan sighs. "I guess we were done here, anyway."
"Wow, he's soft," I laugh. Cool. A huge, white Tiger in MY bedroom. Very awesome.
The tiger form begins to quiver, the Duncan starts to shift.
Like Mystique it's a very fluid looking thing, and very weird. Blue cat eyes change to normal ones, legs turn into arms, paws to hands, white and black fur changes to skin. Then the huge tiger looks like Duncan. I snatch my hand away so I don't make contact with his skin.
"Wow!" Kurt grins.
Duncan looks at him funny. "Kurt, a moment ago you looked really… different," he says, reaching out and touching his ear. "It IS pointed," he adds, murmuring.
Kurt looks pained. "Uh…"
"I saw you differently, Kurt. You had a tail, too," Duncan says, staring.
"I'm going to leave you kids alone for now. I really do need to find Raven," Logan tells us.
"Sure," I nod.
Logan heads out, and I turn back to the drama unfolding. Sounds like Duncan in his tiger form can see though the inducer. Cool!
"I have some differences," Kurt says slowly, hitting the button on the watch.
"Whoa," Duncan stares. "I mean, I noticed you felt different… whoa."
Kurt looks terribly embarrassed. "Hey," I snap, "take a picture, it lasts longer."
"It's ok, Rogue," Kurt murmurs.
"I don't mind," Duncan tells Kurt. "It really doesn't bother me."
I decide to blow the joint. They certainly don't need me.
I head out quietly, and go down the stairs.
"Rogue!" I hear Jean call out.
Looking over, I see Jean rushing up, something in her hand. "Rogue, this was left on the front stair. It has your name on it."
"Oh, thanks," I take the small box, and open it. Inside is a small piece of folded paper, and a really nice looking ID bracelet with 'Rogue' engraved on it. "What in the name of… Oh, boy." I stare at the bracelet.
"That's really pretty," Jean remarks.
I take out the note, and close the box. Only one person could have delivered the box undetected. I unfold the note, and begin to read, turning away from Jean.
'Roguey,' I read 'Happy Birthday! I know you probably don't care one way or another that I remembered, or that I care, but I wanted to get you a present anyway. I find myself hoping that you'll react favorably to this, and that maybe we could try? I keep feeling it was partly me that drove you away from the Brotherhood. But anyway, I hope you have a good day. Love, Pietro.'
Perfectly neat handwriting. Probably took him a half second to write.
Damn.
"Rogue? Who's it from?" Jean asks me curiously.
Damn.
I even remember the night before the trip that ended up splitting me from the Brotherhood. Pietro being an arrogant brat, and me telling him he was a pompous, arrogant jerk and that it was all over. His stunned look. Him knocking on my bedroom door for a couple hours trying to get me to talk to him.
Me ignoring him ever since, desperately trying to hide my feelings for him from everybody, including myself. Me wishing that I could take it all back. The fight, the bad feelings… I'd still be with the X-Men, because it wasn't him that drove me here, it was my own mother -- but at least I'd still have him.
Damn.
"Rogue?"
"Hm?"
"Who's the bracelet from?" Jean asks again.
"Hm? Oh. The bracelet," I say, taking the bracelet out of the box. I carefully put it on. "It's from my ex-boyfriend," I tell her, ignoring he stunned look I get in return.
Here we go again.
Damn.
TBC
Please r/r… I'm a sucker for getting the reviews and it makes me want to write more when I do get them, hee hee…
**Disclaimer**
Some of the situations aren't necessarily always out of just my head. As Haruka and I do a lot of role-playing, if you read her stuff, you might find a general theme with our stuff once in a while.
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.
..Rogue III..
by Michiru
When you're a teenaged mutant, your life is bound to be more than a bit strange. When you're a teenaged mutant going by the name of Rogue, life can get downright wild!
A lot has happened to me today, and more of it is disturbing. Bad enough that I've gone to my 'secret spot' (not too secret since it's in the hallway) sitting on the windowsill of one of the big ceiling to floor windows. It overlooks the garden. It's also rather soothing to just look out and veg. Seriously.
But that just isn't going to happen, I guess. Cause I can hear heavy footsteps coming down the hallway.
"Rogue?" The evil one calls out.
I say nothing.
"Rogue," he continues like I had acknowledged him, which I had NOT. "We need to talk, you, Kurt and myself."
"I talked to you already. You only wanted to ignore what I said and rush off to her," I just couldn't help it, just couldn't keep my mouth shut… dumb dumb dumb.
"Please Rogue, we really do need to talk. The three of us. Alone. I'm going to get Kurt. Please be in your room when we get there."
"Yes, FATHER," I frown at him, and get to my feet. I stalk by him, ignoring his little sigh.
He might be my natural father, but there's no way I'll ever feel that he IS my father. None.
At least he has the intelligence to knock when he and Kurt get there. He looks much better than I feel.
"You look happy," I murmur as Kurt perches on the bed beside me.
"Ja, well," he colours slightly and plays with his tail (I think – he's in his induced form…).
"He was playing kissy-face with cat-boy in the hall," Logan closes the door behind him as he comes in.
"Logan!" Kurt cries out.
"I'm not ragging on you, Elf. It's your business who you smooch with," Logan tells him.
"You kissed Duncan Matthews?" My turn to look stunned. "JEAN'S Duncan?"
"She doesn't OWN him, Rogue," Kurt gets defensive. "Besides, I think he likes me."
"So he didn't freak when you showed him what you look like?" I ask, knowing, just knowing, he didn't show Duncan at all…
His horrified look is answer enough. His shoulders slump and he sighs. "I guess he knows something's funny now."
"Let's talk about Kurt's love life later, ok?" Logan asks, sitting in the chair, using an oh-so-serious tone.
"What's to talk about?" I snap. "I think we gathered your reaction to the situation."
"Touché," he replies, not nettled in the slightest. "I didn't react well, and I apologize."
"So why did you, then," Kurt asks, sounding hurt.
"Kurt, I've never been an emotional person, per se. I've also never been a father. I've been faced – rather abruptly, I might add – with something unknown and more than a little surprising. I had no idea about this until today."
"You knew nothing at all?" I ask incredulously.
"If a woman doesn't tell you, how are you supposed to know? You're both 16 today. That's a long time ago. A lot has happened, and Raven never gave me a clue, ever," he says.
"But I must say that while I am in shock about all of this, I think I can get used to this easily enough. You were already 'my kids'. This just makes it official. I don't think that's such a bad thing."
I REALLY want to believe him. To think I would actually have a real father. A stable (kind of…) parental unit. An actually family. It's almost too good to be true.
"Rogue, you definitely have a cynical streak that reminds me of me. But if we're going to try this, you have to put this aside," he says to me. "To solidify this relationship, it needs to be two ways. You need to help me. I'm willing… are you?"
Not fair. He and Kurt are looking right at me.
"I'm willing to try. Rogue?" Kurt asks me quietly. "Please?" He's playing with that invisible tail again.
It's a big deal, end of life as I know it. Plus, I'm an X-Man. If I say yes, I have to stick to my word. But, to have a father, a real live father…
"Yeah," I nod. "I'm willing to try." And I am. I'll have a real family. Me, brother and father.
"Cool!" Kurt grins.
The slight squeak of the door makes me look up. Logan must not have closed the door properly, because… There's a TIGER coming in!
"Holy crap!" I cry out. "That's a tiger!"
Kurt stares for a moment. "Duncan?" He asks slowly.
The tiger… well, I swear it, GRINS at Kurt.
"It IS you!" Kurt breathes.
"Be careful, Kurt," Logan warns.
"Wow!" Kurt slides down beside Duncan, grinning his face off. He buries his face in the neck of the tiger, and runs his fingers through the fur. The tiger purrs. I swear it! "Rogue," Kurt looks up at me, "you have to feel this! It's wunderbar!"
"Cool, we have a tiger in the house!" I don't hesitate to take off my glove, plunk down and run my fingers through the soft, thick fur.
Logan sighs. "I guess we were done here, anyway."
"Wow, he's soft," I laugh. Cool. A huge, white Tiger in MY bedroom. Very awesome.
The tiger form begins to quiver, the Duncan starts to shift.
Like Mystique it's a very fluid looking thing, and very weird. Blue cat eyes change to normal ones, legs turn into arms, paws to hands, white and black fur changes to skin. Then the huge tiger looks like Duncan. I snatch my hand away so I don't make contact with his skin.
"Wow!" Kurt grins.
Duncan looks at him funny. "Kurt, a moment ago you looked really… different," he says, reaching out and touching his ear. "It IS pointed," he adds, murmuring.
Kurt looks pained. "Uh…"
"I saw you differently, Kurt. You had a tail, too," Duncan says, staring.
"I'm going to leave you kids alone for now. I really do need to find Raven," Logan tells us.
"Sure," I nod.
Logan heads out, and I turn back to the drama unfolding. Sounds like Duncan in his tiger form can see though the inducer. Cool!
"I have some differences," Kurt says slowly, hitting the button on the watch.
"Whoa," Duncan stares. "I mean, I noticed you felt different… whoa."
Kurt looks terribly embarrassed. "Hey," I snap, "take a picture, it lasts longer."
"It's ok, Rogue," Kurt murmurs.
"I don't mind," Duncan tells Kurt. "It really doesn't bother me."
I decide to blow the joint. They certainly don't need me.
I head out quietly, and go down the stairs.
"Rogue!" I hear Jean call out.
Looking over, I see Jean rushing up, something in her hand. "Rogue, this was left on the front stair. It has your name on it."
"Oh, thanks," I take the small box, and open it. Inside is a small piece of folded paper, and a really nice looking ID bracelet with 'Rogue' engraved on it. "What in the name of… Oh, boy." I stare at the bracelet.
"That's really pretty," Jean remarks.
I take out the note, and close the box. Only one person could have delivered the box undetected. I unfold the note, and begin to read, turning away from Jean.
'Roguey,' I read 'Happy Birthday! I know you probably don't care one way or another that I remembered, or that I care, but I wanted to get you a present anyway. I find myself hoping that you'll react favorably to this, and that maybe we could try? I keep feeling it was partly me that drove you away from the Brotherhood. But anyway, I hope you have a good day. Love, Pietro.'
Perfectly neat handwriting. Probably took him a half second to write.
Damn.
"Rogue? Who's it from?" Jean asks me curiously.
Damn.
I even remember the night before the trip that ended up splitting me from the Brotherhood. Pietro being an arrogant brat, and me telling him he was a pompous, arrogant jerk and that it was all over. His stunned look. Him knocking on my bedroom door for a couple hours trying to get me to talk to him.
Me ignoring him ever since, desperately trying to hide my feelings for him from everybody, including myself. Me wishing that I could take it all back. The fight, the bad feelings… I'd still be with the X-Men, because it wasn't him that drove me here, it was my own mother -- but at least I'd still have him.
Damn.
"Rogue?"
"Hm?"
"Who's the bracelet from?" Jean asks again.
"Hm? Oh. The bracelet," I say, taking the bracelet out of the box. I carefully put it on. "It's from my ex-boyfriend," I tell her, ignoring he stunned look I get in return.
Here we go again.
Damn.
TBC
Please r/r… I'm a sucker for getting the reviews and it makes me want to write more when I do get them, hee hee…
**Disclaimer**
Some of the situations aren't necessarily always out of just my head. As Haruka and I do a lot of role-playing, if you read her stuff, you might find a general theme with our stuff once in a while.
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.