(Sorry, guys. When I read this over after I posted it I realized that I had poted the wrong version of this chapter. It's an important part that can't be saved for next chapter so I reposted this chapter with the missing scene. For those who already read this there's an added scene. So scroll down and look for it.)
Warning: get some snacks before you read this. It's a long behind chapter. It's almost 1 1/2 times longer than chapter 2 and ya'll know that was a long chapter.
I shot up. I glanced around, but it was too dark to see. Where was I? My breath came quicker. All right, Rogue. Calm down. I forced my breaths to come evenly. Think, Rogue. Why would you be in a bed that's not yours. I reached out and felt on both sides of me. No guys. I felt my body for my clothes. They were still there. All right so I hadn't been drunk and some guy hadn't take advantage of me. That's always good to know. What's the last thing I remember? I groaned. Mystique's my mother. Logan, my father and Kurt my brother. The latters I could deal with, but Mystique...Alright I have to take that back. Of all the mutant women I know, if I had to pick one as my mother, it would be her. But then again I only two women mutants, Mystique and 'Ro. Don't get me wrong I love 'Ro, but I couldn't have her as my mother. She's too uptight. Mystique and I had been close when I was in the Brotherhood. She was a very cool mutant. She was the kind of person that you could spend a whole day with and still not be sick of her. When she wasn't on her bitch-trip, she was one of the easiest people to get along with. Tears started to fill my eyes as I remembered the good times I had with Mystique. I thought she loved me. People that love you don't plan to sacrifice you. Sobs shook my body. Why couldn't my life be easy? A year and a month ago, if you had told me that Mystique was my mother I would have been overjoyed, but now all I could feel was hatred.
"Shush, little one." A voice, almost musical, whispered. A soothing hand smoothed my hair. I felt this peace come over. I immediately stopped crying. I looked up at the other person in the room. I couldn't see her, the voice was definitely female, but I could see traces of silver hair. I knew immediately it wasn't 'Ro, because 'Ro had white blond hair, she never called me "little one", and this voice had a French accent and By God! 'Ro wasn't French.
"Who's there?" I hissed. I pulled my glove off ready to drain whoever had the guts to disturb my crying session. She put hand on my head again and this peace settled over me again. I closed my eyes enjoying the peace I hadn't felt in three days. She wrapped her arms around me. I just sighed content. Alright, I know it's stupid to let a stranger hug you, especially when you have no idea where you are, but I hadn't felt peace like this in… probably my whole life.
"Tell me what troubles your soul, little one?"
And for some reason I spilled everything. I told her of my problems with Pietro and Scott. My "family" problems. I even told her about my spilt personalities: Marie and Rogue. Something I hadn't even told Scott.
"Tell me what you love about each of them. It help one to hear things sometimes."
"Well, Pietro is fun, unpredictable, lovable, humorous, he's got the most beautiful eyes ah have ever seen, he's open to new ideas, he's young and carefree, he's a charmer."
"Now, Scott."
"Scott probably the exact opposite from Pietro. Scott's predictable, he funny in a different way, he's loving, selfless, honorable, he's got this mysterious darkness about him that's just so sexy, he has a nice body, he's experienced, he's a romantic, he's knows almost everything about me and ah him, he's ready to settle down and have a long lasting relationship."
"Though choice. But from what I gather the question isn't who your in love with. But who you are. Marie loves Pietro, because he represents innocence, spontaneous childishness, and first love, things that Marie lost when her mutant powers manifested. Rogue loves Scott because he represents stability, dependability, true love, control, but also mystery, which is who Rogue is. She's dependable, always there and ready for the fight, she's mysterious, she's always in control. Whether it's in control of the fight, people or even Scott. Rogue to a certain degree control over Scott. She knows what he's going to do and how to make him do what she wants. The question is who are you." I turned her words over in my head. She was right. I loved both of them, but the question was: who am I?
"It grows late. You should get some rest, little one." She untangled me and my long limbs from her arms and laid me down back on the pillow. She smoothed my bangs away from my face. She placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I smiled sleepily.
I yawned tiredly, "Wait! Where am I? Who are you?"
She chuckled lightly, "You are with friend, little one and my name is Chastity. Good night." I was among friends? Oh yea we were going to stay at Mystique's house after the fire. That's where I must be. I sank happily in sweet oblivion.
I looked at myself in the mirror. All the Goth make-up was gone. I wasn't wearing pink and blue make-up or anything cheery...just nothing intimidating. I had to look good today. I had to fix things between me and Scott., "Vanity thy name is Rouge." I spun around to face Pietro who was leaning on the doorway of my room. I glared at him. All this heart ache and confusion I was feeling was all his fault. If he hadn't had the nerve to kiss me, then Scott and I would still be together, the mansion wouldn't have blown up, and I wouldn't have had those dreams. I would be in perfect bliss right now if it wasn't for him. Ignorance is bliss, "You were never a morning person, Rogue."
"Ah like mornin', it's the people an can't stand."
"Ah, Touché."
"What do you want, Maximoff?"
"Ow, that hurt, Roguey, but I'm going to ignore that. How's your boyfriend?" He asked mockingly. My temper flared. Someone remind me why I ever liked this guy.
"Get out, Maximoff, or ah'll have Scott and Logan in 'ere faster than ya can blink or run."
His eyes flashed threatingly. He stalked closer to me. What the hell was he up to? I backed away from him, but he followed. He wasn't stupid enough to kiss me twice within a three-day period, was he? He tugged at the scarf around my neck. What are you up to? He pulled the scarf off my neck and closed the small amount of space between us. A sly smile formed on his lips as he draped my scarf across my mouth. My eyes locked with his; they had darkened slightly.
"Pietro?..."I whispered breathlessly.
"I liked kissing you." He murmured and placed a kiss, through the scarf, on my lips. Now why the hell hadn't I thought of that? Kissing through material so I couldn't suck the life out a people. Duh! Pietro nudged my lips apart. Hesitantly I parted my lips. His tongue, protected by the scarf, entered my mouth. Even through the barrier I could still feel the moistness and hotness of his tongue. I moaned into his mouth. My arms sought their way around the back of Pietro's head. I ran my hands through his white blond hair. His tongue roamed around my mouth. I tentively stretched my tongue to his. Our tongues began to wrestle. He moaned slightly. My heart sped up and I pressed myself to him. His arms encircled my waist. My lungs craved air, but I pressed my lips to his desperately. Softly he pushed me away from him. I took deep breaths to squelch my lung's thirst. I stared into his eyes. He smiled and removed the scarf. I watched his movements numbly. My mind blank, nothing but the strong need for his lips back on mine. He gave me a quick kiss on my lips and left. The heat and warmth immediately left me. I sank to the floor slowly. Damn! Two minutes ago I had known who I loved: Scott, but now...
I pulled the jacket I had found closer to me. Figures it would be cold up in the mountains, but it was beautiful. From the balcony that I was standing I could see the snow covered Himalayas. There was fresh foot of powder on the ground. Lord it was beautiful up here. And the mansion that I was in was just as beautiful as the scenery.
"Are you alright?" Scott whispered to me. I glanced up at him and blushed as my eyes trailed down his body. He was wearing a turtle neck and jeans that fit darn good. I blushed and bowed my head, "You look good too," He mused. I merely blushed harder. "You alright?" He asked again. I glanced at him and smiled. He's a good man. He more worried about if I'm alright from some nightmares than stuffing his tongue down my throat. And even if he did make out with me he wouldn't act like nothing happened afterwards. My eyes narrowed slightly as I remembered Pietro's behavior after I came down for breakfast-er, lunch, so I overslept a little. He had ignored me like nothing had even happened. He even had the nerve to talk to another girl. One of the teenage girls that live here: a Goth-girl that wears all black, Mirage, I believe her name was. She ignored him, but that's besides the point. The first time Scott and I held hands, the following morning he kept glancing at me from the across the table, then quickly adverting his eyes. I mentally snorted. As mushy as it sounded I could see Scott's eyes even though they were covered by the shades. Scott had this intense stare that you could just feel.
"I'm fahne." I whispered after he repeated it a third time.
"Nope, not buying it. If I have to ask three times then that means something important on your mind." I smiled. He knew the most trivial things about me. I tilted my head and glanced at him challengingly.
"Can you guess what's on mah mind?"
"Mystique, Kurt, Logan and you are a family." I just stared at him in shock. He chuckled that chuckle I love so much, "I heard you talking to Chastity last night."
My eyes widened in panic, "How much did you hear?" I asked.
"Just the part about the memories you had on the plane. Last night I had set my clock to go off every hour so that I could make sure that when you woke up you wouldn't panic. I wanted to stay in your room, but the Missing Link wouldn't let. I believe his exact words were, "Hell no." I could imagine Logan-Daddy-saying that to him.
"I don't deserve you." I blurted out. He stared at me shock. I blushed again.
"You deserve the best and only the best. Never let any one tell you that you don't deserve the best."
"I've got the best." I smiled at him. He just adverted his eyes from me. I began to panic slightly, "Scott, we haven't we talked about what happened? I mean if I saw you with your tongue down Jean's throat, I would at least be a little mad."
"It's the past, Rogue, let it be." He murmured.
"No!" I hissed furiously. Why wouldn't he talk about this? "Are you that mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"It forced me to realize...that," He took a deep breath. Oh Lord, "we are at two different stages of our lives." I stared at him uncomprehending, "You're looking for a boyfriend, and I'm looking for a wife. It would be unfair to both us to even pursue this relationship. It'd be another six years before you even ready to think marriage, me merely two. It just wouldn't be right. I would expect this from you, and you would expect another thing from me."
I just stared at him blankly. He was breaking up with me. Oh hell no! He had to be kidding if he thought that he was going to break up with me and just forget.
"Rogue, say something."
"What do you want me to say?" I whispered calmly like we were having a regular conversation, "Thank you? Well thank you, Scott, for being to honorable and making my decision for me. Because obviously I'm too young to make it on my own-"
"Rogue, don't be like that-"
"Like what Scott? Do you want me to throw a temper tantrum? Breakdown and cry? What do you want because it doesn't matter what I think."
"I'm only trying to protect you."
"Sorry to inform you, but the role of mah father has been already taken. But, hey! if you want it that bad go kill Logan for it." I turned on my heel to leave, but he grabbed me.
"Rogue, our relationship is the most important thing to me right now. If we were to lose it because it wouldn't work as a couple, I'd..."
"Ever think that maybe I'd hate you more for not giving our love a try?" I pulled my arm away from him and walked away. I felt something in me break. I will not cry. I will not!
"Excuse me are you okay?" a girl asked. It was that quiet girl: Verona. I just shook my head and ran up to the room I was staying in and collapsed in the bed. It's over. It's over. Tears slid down my cheeks. Damn you, Scott Summers. Damn, you.
(THIS IS THE MISSING SCENE.)
I glanced down the mountainside. I was really far up. If I was to jump...
"No guy is worth jumping over." A soft voice behind me said. I looked over my shoulder at Mommy dearest. I glared at her, "It's a free country and I own it anyway." I turned on heel and began to walk away. I didn't feel like putting up with this, "You seriously weren't going to jump were you?" she asked indifferently. Why did my mother have to be such a bitch? I mean what kind of mother asks their child if they were going to jump off a cliff with indifference? The kind that was going to sacrifice you that's what kind. Suddenly the need to make Mystique feel some of the anguish I was feeling, overwhelmed me.
"Ya know we're real lucky that you're sleepin' with Logan or after that bomb we might have been out in the cold." She glanced at the snow on the ground and smiled wryly. Not the least detered I tried again, "So how long do ya have to sleep with a guy before he has you doin' his every whim. Didn't take long for Magneto." Her eyes exploded in anger. Oh yea, now I was going to get my fight.
"Don't talk about what you don't know, child. So just shut up." she hissed.
"Don't order me around! You're not mah mother." I shot at her. Hurt flashed past her eyes so quickly I wasn't sure whether I imagined it or had it really been there. She raised her chin slightly.
"I will repeat don't talk about what you don't know, alrgiht? And to let you know, even though you don't need to know, Magneto and I never slept together!" She shot at me utter digust.
"Oh please! Ah bet you and Magneto planned this whole thing! The mansion blows up, we come here, ya'll attack and kill us all. Perfect plan."
"If I were to do that I would have killed you by now. You X-freaks are running up my food bill." Leave it to her when things get serious for her to start cracking jokes.
"I bet you sleepin' with Logan is part of the plan too." Her hand slapped across my face. She slapped me! This woman slapped me. My mother slapped me. Well that's after you insinuatated that she was a slut. I put my hand to my cheek and stared at her in shock. She stared at me with a shocked expression too. My eyes began to tear. Slowly the tears began to fall.
"O lord. Marie, I'm sorry. I really am." She wrapped her arms around me. I immeadiately snuggled into the embrace seeking her warmth. She bagan to sing this song that Irene used to always sing to me. My eyes dropped and I surrendered to the tiredness of my body.
(I needed to add the mother-daughter "bonding." That's all that changed from the original chapter.)
"Wakey, wakey," Someone said. I groaned and snuggled under the covers, "Alright I tried being nice, now I'm doing my way." the covers were pulled off of me.
I shot up to yell at whoever had the nerve to wake me, but the threats died at my lips. A tall black girl, with long brownish hair, big lips, and big hazel eyes stared at me expectantly. She was pretty, "Who the hell are you?" I snapped.
"Ow, I'm hurt. No one let you know who I am? Name's Nuvian."
"Rogue."
"Everyone in here knows who you are. The infamous Rogue. Mystique's baby girl."
"She talks about me?"
"Talk about you? Dat's an understatement, chick. It's always 'Rogue this' or 'Rogue that' or 'Rogue would do it this way.' Ya damn well broke her heart when you joined the Xavier-men."
"X-men," I amended. She merely snorted. I ignored that, "Really if Mystique's so proud of me why the hell was she planning to sacrifice me?"
"Come again."
"Do you know about the mutating machine?"
"Yea. The one you were 'posed to be in?" I merely nodded, not trusting my voice. "I think you should get the whole story before you go accusing peeps."
"Ah've got the whole story. Ah have Mommy-dearest memories in mah head."
"Really? Explain the situation in which da machine comes up."
"Magneto," her eyes narrow every so slightly, "is talking to Lance and Mystique about the machine. Explaining every little detail to them."
"What do they say?"
"Nothing. They remained quiet through the entire conversation."
"So you naturally assume that they agreed with Maggot."
"Well they weren't exactly objecting. And after Magnetp left, Lance said 'Maybe we should.'"
"Ever think that he was talking about killing Magneto or turning against Magneto?"
"Then why did Lance look so guilty when I confronted him about it?"
"That don't mean he was going to sacrifice you. He was probably upset that he didn't protest to it or that you found out that he was afraid of Maggot." I turned her words over in my head. Could be? I would love to have Lance back as my brother. I already have a little one.
"Excuse but what taking so long, Nuvian?" A female voice with a New York accent. Mirage, the one Pietro was talking to earlier, stood at my door, "Ya only had to wake her and bring her down to the Stimulation Room."
"That's Mirage. She's our team leader, and seems ta think that she can boss everyone around." I glanced at Mirage again. This girl really likes black. Her hair was black, her clothes, lipstick, even her eyes were black. Her eyes were seriously black, but she wasn't freaky looking. She's probably the only person I know that wore black lipstick and manage to look beautiful. Her skin was the only thing that wasn't black. She had pale white skin that complimented the darkness of her hair.
"That's because I can. Now get your big ass downstairs. I'll get Rogue their."
"Aye aye, captain," Nuvian hissed mockingly, "See ya downstairs and think about what I said." Mirage glared at Nuvian's retreating form.
"There's been a challenge. Xavier-men against my team in a stimulation. Team leaders go up against one another one-on-one." Her against Scott.
"Do me favor?" She arched her eyebrow, "Kick his ass good." She smiled.
"You and Lover Boy having problems?"
"Yea, kinda."
"When Mom-"
"Mom?"
"Mystique."
"We're sisters?" I only remember me and Kurt and from what I can tell she's about three years older than me, so I should have some memories of her. I've got family popping up all over the place.
"Adopted."
"Oh, all right. Continue."
"When Mom and Dad meet, Mom was ready to get married, but Dad wasn't. She waited ten years before he was ready to marry." I just stared at her. She smiled mysteriously, "Let's go we're late."
"Alright this is how this is going down. I know for a fact that you X-men know what a battle stimulation is," Mystique started. I noticed that the Brotherhood wasn't here. Odd, "It's X-men versus the Fold. Rogue, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, Spyke, and Jean vs. Vamp, Bookworm, Lolita, Fearoh, and Scarlet Witch. The goal is to get the flag before the other team does, anyway you have to. Understood?" We nodded. Just what I needed something to get my mind off of-Scott walked in followed by Mirage. I glared at him slightly, but he ignored me, "Just in time to see your team lose, Cyclops."
"I thought we were talking about my team, not yours."
"Nice one, One-Eye."
"Let's get started."
"Wait," I said suddenly. Their attention turned to me, "You guys have the advantage. I'm sure you know our powers."
"Nice analysis of the situation. " Mirage complimented. I merely smiled, "Verona."
"I'm Verona a.k.a. Bookworm," the quiet girl with light blue hair whispered. She looked really fragile. Her eyes matched her hair. I wonder if she dyed it, "My mutation is super-intelligence. Nuvian a.k.a Vamp has the power of a vampire-"
"Hold up! She turns into vampire?" Evan asked.
Nuvian's eyes turned to this yellow color. She smiled to show her fang teeth. That's just cool. Kitty shrieked and ran out of the room, "Oh, don't worry. I don't bite...hard."
"As I as saying, Lolita no code name, has the power to become invisible," I glanced at the Spanish girl in the corner. She had big brown eyes, and curly hair. She glanced at me and smiled slightly. I smiled back, "Ayisha a.k.a Fearoh, has the power to transform herself into what other people fear," I looked at the blonde with electric blue eyes. She looked like she couldn't even hurt a fly. Suddenly a thought came to me. Chastity? Who was Chastity? I'd ask Verona after she was done introducing everyone," And Wanda-"
I bolted up in my chair, "Wanda? As in Pietro's sister?"
The Goth with red highlights narrowed her eyes dangerously, "We have the same parents, that's it."
"I can't believe that you two are under the same roof and somewhat getting along," I blurted out before I even thought. Her eyes widened. Oh shit. It suddenly hit my why the Brotherhood hadn't been here.
"He's here?" She asked. She jumped out of her seat and out of the room.
"Wanda! No!" Mystique yelled and went after her.
"Run, Pietro, run," Scott muttered humorously. I glared at him and went after Mystique. Pietro is going to get killed if Wanda gets to him. Hey, would it be that bad? Then Scott wouldn't have any doubts about you and him. Shut up, Rogue. Marie took over again.
"Oh shit!" She found him. Pietro came dashing out of the room and passed me. I just stood there for a minute. Wanda ran after him the whole mansion began to shake. Paintings were flying off the wall and at Pietro who kept trying to duck them. She threw a lamp at him with her powers. Everything that wasn't nailed to the ground was flying at Pietro who was trying his best to avoid everything. I followed them down to the living room. Pietro looked around desperately for an exit. His blue looked towards my desperately. She suspended him in the air. Scott watched from the doorway along with the others. I could tell they were in shock about Wanda's power.
"Wanda, please. Don't do this to me." he begged. I slipped my glove off. I wasn't thrilled about draining her, because I doubted that I could control her powers, but I wasn't about to let Pietro get killed. I slowly crept behind her.
"You will pay. You and Him!" she raised her hand to throw Pietro out of the window.
"Wanda! We will have our revenge on Magneto!" Mystique tried desperately to calm Wanda.
Had I been paying attention to what Mystique had said, I would have been seriously confused, but I didn't. I got ready to lunge, but suddenly this beautiful women appeared next to Wanda. She had electric blue eyes. I've seen those eyes somewhere before...anyway, she had a gentle face, and long flowing...silver hair. Chastity! She touched Wanda's head. Wanda dropped to her knees. Pietro dropped to the ground along with everything else in the room. I took a good look at Chastity. She was tall. She looked delicately-built but there was something abut here that warned you not to underestimate her.
(AN: Alright let me explain this. Chastity has the powers of a witch. Now let me explain something, I thought of Chastity months before I even knew Wanda existed. Yet they're almost the same person, I thought of witch powers for Chastity, without even knowing that Wanda had them. I thought of Chastity being related to Magneto. I thought of Magneto locking Chastity away. It's scary how much my character and Wanda are alike. Man, me and the cartoon are on the same wavelength. Maybe if I start thinking about Rogue, they put her in more episodes.)
"Wanda," she whispered softly. Yep, that's her alright. I know that voice anywhere, "I thought you were over your anger. You were promised revenge on Erik. Isn't that enough? " She sounded hurt. Like, Wanda being angry at Pietro hurt her, but I could tell that she wasn't disappointed in Wanda.
Wanda merely looked away from Chastity. 'Revenge on Erik?' as in Magneto? Why would she and Mystique want revenge on him. Aren't they on the same side? Pietro stared at Chastity for a while. His eyes widened. Mine probably did too. That's were I had seen Chastity's eyes before. They were exactly like Pietro's.
"Mom?" he whispered. That would explain why. She didn't even look old enough to be a mother, but then again Logan looks a lot younger than he is. She smiled at him softly. Her blue eyes lighting up.
"My goddess," Storm whispered. Scott also had a stunned look on his face, "If you're Pietro's mother then...you're Magneto's wife."
Wow! Magneto's wife is a woman's whose name means 'pure'. Ain't that an oxymoron. I've got a question for ya'll would you mind if I put a sex scene in the next chapter? I wouldn't want to offended a lot of people. I mean like one or three isn't bad because you can't please everyone , but I wouldn't want to offend a lot of people.
Warning: get some snacks before you read this. It's a long behind chapter. It's almost 1 1/2 times longer than chapter 2 and ya'll know that was a long chapter.
I shot up. I glanced around, but it was too dark to see. Where was I? My breath came quicker. All right, Rogue. Calm down. I forced my breaths to come evenly. Think, Rogue. Why would you be in a bed that's not yours. I reached out and felt on both sides of me. No guys. I felt my body for my clothes. They were still there. All right so I hadn't been drunk and some guy hadn't take advantage of me. That's always good to know. What's the last thing I remember? I groaned. Mystique's my mother. Logan, my father and Kurt my brother. The latters I could deal with, but Mystique...Alright I have to take that back. Of all the mutant women I know, if I had to pick one as my mother, it would be her. But then again I only two women mutants, Mystique and 'Ro. Don't get me wrong I love 'Ro, but I couldn't have her as my mother. She's too uptight. Mystique and I had been close when I was in the Brotherhood. She was a very cool mutant. She was the kind of person that you could spend a whole day with and still not be sick of her. When she wasn't on her bitch-trip, she was one of the easiest people to get along with. Tears started to fill my eyes as I remembered the good times I had with Mystique. I thought she loved me. People that love you don't plan to sacrifice you. Sobs shook my body. Why couldn't my life be easy? A year and a month ago, if you had told me that Mystique was my mother I would have been overjoyed, but now all I could feel was hatred.
"Shush, little one." A voice, almost musical, whispered. A soothing hand smoothed my hair. I felt this peace come over. I immediately stopped crying. I looked up at the other person in the room. I couldn't see her, the voice was definitely female, but I could see traces of silver hair. I knew immediately it wasn't 'Ro, because 'Ro had white blond hair, she never called me "little one", and this voice had a French accent and By God! 'Ro wasn't French.
"Who's there?" I hissed. I pulled my glove off ready to drain whoever had the guts to disturb my crying session. She put hand on my head again and this peace settled over me again. I closed my eyes enjoying the peace I hadn't felt in three days. She wrapped her arms around me. I just sighed content. Alright, I know it's stupid to let a stranger hug you, especially when you have no idea where you are, but I hadn't felt peace like this in… probably my whole life.
"Tell me what troubles your soul, little one?"
And for some reason I spilled everything. I told her of my problems with Pietro and Scott. My "family" problems. I even told her about my spilt personalities: Marie and Rogue. Something I hadn't even told Scott.
"Tell me what you love about each of them. It help one to hear things sometimes."
"Well, Pietro is fun, unpredictable, lovable, humorous, he's got the most beautiful eyes ah have ever seen, he's open to new ideas, he's young and carefree, he's a charmer."
"Now, Scott."
"Scott probably the exact opposite from Pietro. Scott's predictable, he funny in a different way, he's loving, selfless, honorable, he's got this mysterious darkness about him that's just so sexy, he has a nice body, he's experienced, he's a romantic, he's knows almost everything about me and ah him, he's ready to settle down and have a long lasting relationship."
"Though choice. But from what I gather the question isn't who your in love with. But who you are. Marie loves Pietro, because he represents innocence, spontaneous childishness, and first love, things that Marie lost when her mutant powers manifested. Rogue loves Scott because he represents stability, dependability, true love, control, but also mystery, which is who Rogue is. She's dependable, always there and ready for the fight, she's mysterious, she's always in control. Whether it's in control of the fight, people or even Scott. Rogue to a certain degree control over Scott. She knows what he's going to do and how to make him do what she wants. The question is who are you." I turned her words over in my head. She was right. I loved both of them, but the question was: who am I?
"It grows late. You should get some rest, little one." She untangled me and my long limbs from her arms and laid me down back on the pillow. She smoothed my bangs away from my face. She placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I smiled sleepily.
I yawned tiredly, "Wait! Where am I? Who are you?"
She chuckled lightly, "You are with friend, little one and my name is Chastity. Good night." I was among friends? Oh yea we were going to stay at Mystique's house after the fire. That's where I must be. I sank happily in sweet oblivion.
I looked at myself in the mirror. All the Goth make-up was gone. I wasn't wearing pink and blue make-up or anything cheery...just nothing intimidating. I had to look good today. I had to fix things between me and Scott., "Vanity thy name is Rouge." I spun around to face Pietro who was leaning on the doorway of my room. I glared at him. All this heart ache and confusion I was feeling was all his fault. If he hadn't had the nerve to kiss me, then Scott and I would still be together, the mansion wouldn't have blown up, and I wouldn't have had those dreams. I would be in perfect bliss right now if it wasn't for him. Ignorance is bliss, "You were never a morning person, Rogue."
"Ah like mornin', it's the people an can't stand."
"Ah, Touché."
"What do you want, Maximoff?"
"Ow, that hurt, Roguey, but I'm going to ignore that. How's your boyfriend?" He asked mockingly. My temper flared. Someone remind me why I ever liked this guy.
"Get out, Maximoff, or ah'll have Scott and Logan in 'ere faster than ya can blink or run."
His eyes flashed threatingly. He stalked closer to me. What the hell was he up to? I backed away from him, but he followed. He wasn't stupid enough to kiss me twice within a three-day period, was he? He tugged at the scarf around my neck. What are you up to? He pulled the scarf off my neck and closed the small amount of space between us. A sly smile formed on his lips as he draped my scarf across my mouth. My eyes locked with his; they had darkened slightly.
"Pietro?..."I whispered breathlessly.
"I liked kissing you." He murmured and placed a kiss, through the scarf, on my lips. Now why the hell hadn't I thought of that? Kissing through material so I couldn't suck the life out a people. Duh! Pietro nudged my lips apart. Hesitantly I parted my lips. His tongue, protected by the scarf, entered my mouth. Even through the barrier I could still feel the moistness and hotness of his tongue. I moaned into his mouth. My arms sought their way around the back of Pietro's head. I ran my hands through his white blond hair. His tongue roamed around my mouth. I tentively stretched my tongue to his. Our tongues began to wrestle. He moaned slightly. My heart sped up and I pressed myself to him. His arms encircled my waist. My lungs craved air, but I pressed my lips to his desperately. Softly he pushed me away from him. I took deep breaths to squelch my lung's thirst. I stared into his eyes. He smiled and removed the scarf. I watched his movements numbly. My mind blank, nothing but the strong need for his lips back on mine. He gave me a quick kiss on my lips and left. The heat and warmth immediately left me. I sank to the floor slowly. Damn! Two minutes ago I had known who I loved: Scott, but now...
I pulled the jacket I had found closer to me. Figures it would be cold up in the mountains, but it was beautiful. From the balcony that I was standing I could see the snow covered Himalayas. There was fresh foot of powder on the ground. Lord it was beautiful up here. And the mansion that I was in was just as beautiful as the scenery.
"Are you alright?" Scott whispered to me. I glanced up at him and blushed as my eyes trailed down his body. He was wearing a turtle neck and jeans that fit darn good. I blushed and bowed my head, "You look good too," He mused. I merely blushed harder. "You alright?" He asked again. I glanced at him and smiled. He's a good man. He more worried about if I'm alright from some nightmares than stuffing his tongue down my throat. And even if he did make out with me he wouldn't act like nothing happened afterwards. My eyes narrowed slightly as I remembered Pietro's behavior after I came down for breakfast-er, lunch, so I overslept a little. He had ignored me like nothing had even happened. He even had the nerve to talk to another girl. One of the teenage girls that live here: a Goth-girl that wears all black, Mirage, I believe her name was. She ignored him, but that's besides the point. The first time Scott and I held hands, the following morning he kept glancing at me from the across the table, then quickly adverting his eyes. I mentally snorted. As mushy as it sounded I could see Scott's eyes even though they were covered by the shades. Scott had this intense stare that you could just feel.
"I'm fahne." I whispered after he repeated it a third time.
"Nope, not buying it. If I have to ask three times then that means something important on your mind." I smiled. He knew the most trivial things about me. I tilted my head and glanced at him challengingly.
"Can you guess what's on mah mind?"
"Mystique, Kurt, Logan and you are a family." I just stared at him in shock. He chuckled that chuckle I love so much, "I heard you talking to Chastity last night."
My eyes widened in panic, "How much did you hear?" I asked.
"Just the part about the memories you had on the plane. Last night I had set my clock to go off every hour so that I could make sure that when you woke up you wouldn't panic. I wanted to stay in your room, but the Missing Link wouldn't let. I believe his exact words were, "Hell no." I could imagine Logan-Daddy-saying that to him.
"I don't deserve you." I blurted out. He stared at me shock. I blushed again.
"You deserve the best and only the best. Never let any one tell you that you don't deserve the best."
"I've got the best." I smiled at him. He just adverted his eyes from me. I began to panic slightly, "Scott, we haven't we talked about what happened? I mean if I saw you with your tongue down Jean's throat, I would at least be a little mad."
"It's the past, Rogue, let it be." He murmured.
"No!" I hissed furiously. Why wouldn't he talk about this? "Are you that mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"It forced me to realize...that," He took a deep breath. Oh Lord, "we are at two different stages of our lives." I stared at him uncomprehending, "You're looking for a boyfriend, and I'm looking for a wife. It would be unfair to both us to even pursue this relationship. It'd be another six years before you even ready to think marriage, me merely two. It just wouldn't be right. I would expect this from you, and you would expect another thing from me."
I just stared at him blankly. He was breaking up with me. Oh hell no! He had to be kidding if he thought that he was going to break up with me and just forget.
"Rogue, say something."
"What do you want me to say?" I whispered calmly like we were having a regular conversation, "Thank you? Well thank you, Scott, for being to honorable and making my decision for me. Because obviously I'm too young to make it on my own-"
"Rogue, don't be like that-"
"Like what Scott? Do you want me to throw a temper tantrum? Breakdown and cry? What do you want because it doesn't matter what I think."
"I'm only trying to protect you."
"Sorry to inform you, but the role of mah father has been already taken. But, hey! if you want it that bad go kill Logan for it." I turned on my heel to leave, but he grabbed me.
"Rogue, our relationship is the most important thing to me right now. If we were to lose it because it wouldn't work as a couple, I'd..."
"Ever think that maybe I'd hate you more for not giving our love a try?" I pulled my arm away from him and walked away. I felt something in me break. I will not cry. I will not!
"Excuse me are you okay?" a girl asked. It was that quiet girl: Verona. I just shook my head and ran up to the room I was staying in and collapsed in the bed. It's over. It's over. Tears slid down my cheeks. Damn you, Scott Summers. Damn, you.
(THIS IS THE MISSING SCENE.)
I glanced down the mountainside. I was really far up. If I was to jump...
"No guy is worth jumping over." A soft voice behind me said. I looked over my shoulder at Mommy dearest. I glared at her, "It's a free country and I own it anyway." I turned on heel and began to walk away. I didn't feel like putting up with this, "You seriously weren't going to jump were you?" she asked indifferently. Why did my mother have to be such a bitch? I mean what kind of mother asks their child if they were going to jump off a cliff with indifference? The kind that was going to sacrifice you that's what kind. Suddenly the need to make Mystique feel some of the anguish I was feeling, overwhelmed me.
"Ya know we're real lucky that you're sleepin' with Logan or after that bomb we might have been out in the cold." She glanced at the snow on the ground and smiled wryly. Not the least detered I tried again, "So how long do ya have to sleep with a guy before he has you doin' his every whim. Didn't take long for Magneto." Her eyes exploded in anger. Oh yea, now I was going to get my fight.
"Don't talk about what you don't know, child. So just shut up." she hissed.
"Don't order me around! You're not mah mother." I shot at her. Hurt flashed past her eyes so quickly I wasn't sure whether I imagined it or had it really been there. She raised her chin slightly.
"I will repeat don't talk about what you don't know, alrgiht? And to let you know, even though you don't need to know, Magneto and I never slept together!" She shot at me utter digust.
"Oh please! Ah bet you and Magneto planned this whole thing! The mansion blows up, we come here, ya'll attack and kill us all. Perfect plan."
"If I were to do that I would have killed you by now. You X-freaks are running up my food bill." Leave it to her when things get serious for her to start cracking jokes.
"I bet you sleepin' with Logan is part of the plan too." Her hand slapped across my face. She slapped me! This woman slapped me. My mother slapped me. Well that's after you insinuatated that she was a slut. I put my hand to my cheek and stared at her in shock. She stared at me with a shocked expression too. My eyes began to tear. Slowly the tears began to fall.
"O lord. Marie, I'm sorry. I really am." She wrapped her arms around me. I immeadiately snuggled into the embrace seeking her warmth. She bagan to sing this song that Irene used to always sing to me. My eyes dropped and I surrendered to the tiredness of my body.
(I needed to add the mother-daughter "bonding." That's all that changed from the original chapter.)
"Wakey, wakey," Someone said. I groaned and snuggled under the covers, "Alright I tried being nice, now I'm doing my way." the covers were pulled off of me.
I shot up to yell at whoever had the nerve to wake me, but the threats died at my lips. A tall black girl, with long brownish hair, big lips, and big hazel eyes stared at me expectantly. She was pretty, "Who the hell are you?" I snapped.
"Ow, I'm hurt. No one let you know who I am? Name's Nuvian."
"Rogue."
"Everyone in here knows who you are. The infamous Rogue. Mystique's baby girl."
"She talks about me?"
"Talk about you? Dat's an understatement, chick. It's always 'Rogue this' or 'Rogue that' or 'Rogue would do it this way.' Ya damn well broke her heart when you joined the Xavier-men."
"X-men," I amended. She merely snorted. I ignored that, "Really if Mystique's so proud of me why the hell was she planning to sacrifice me?"
"Come again."
"Do you know about the mutating machine?"
"Yea. The one you were 'posed to be in?" I merely nodded, not trusting my voice. "I think you should get the whole story before you go accusing peeps."
"Ah've got the whole story. Ah have Mommy-dearest memories in mah head."
"Really? Explain the situation in which da machine comes up."
"Magneto," her eyes narrow every so slightly, "is talking to Lance and Mystique about the machine. Explaining every little detail to them."
"What do they say?"
"Nothing. They remained quiet through the entire conversation."
"So you naturally assume that they agreed with Maggot."
"Well they weren't exactly objecting. And after Magnetp left, Lance said 'Maybe we should.'"
"Ever think that he was talking about killing Magneto or turning against Magneto?"
"Then why did Lance look so guilty when I confronted him about it?"
"That don't mean he was going to sacrifice you. He was probably upset that he didn't protest to it or that you found out that he was afraid of Maggot." I turned her words over in my head. Could be? I would love to have Lance back as my brother. I already have a little one.
"Excuse but what taking so long, Nuvian?" A female voice with a New York accent. Mirage, the one Pietro was talking to earlier, stood at my door, "Ya only had to wake her and bring her down to the Stimulation Room."
"That's Mirage. She's our team leader, and seems ta think that she can boss everyone around." I glanced at Mirage again. This girl really likes black. Her hair was black, her clothes, lipstick, even her eyes were black. Her eyes were seriously black, but she wasn't freaky looking. She's probably the only person I know that wore black lipstick and manage to look beautiful. Her skin was the only thing that wasn't black. She had pale white skin that complimented the darkness of her hair.
"That's because I can. Now get your big ass downstairs. I'll get Rogue their."
"Aye aye, captain," Nuvian hissed mockingly, "See ya downstairs and think about what I said." Mirage glared at Nuvian's retreating form.
"There's been a challenge. Xavier-men against my team in a stimulation. Team leaders go up against one another one-on-one." Her against Scott.
"Do me favor?" She arched her eyebrow, "Kick his ass good." She smiled.
"You and Lover Boy having problems?"
"Yea, kinda."
"When Mom-"
"Mom?"
"Mystique."
"We're sisters?" I only remember me and Kurt and from what I can tell she's about three years older than me, so I should have some memories of her. I've got family popping up all over the place.
"Adopted."
"Oh, all right. Continue."
"When Mom and Dad meet, Mom was ready to get married, but Dad wasn't. She waited ten years before he was ready to marry." I just stared at her. She smiled mysteriously, "Let's go we're late."
"Alright this is how this is going down. I know for a fact that you X-men know what a battle stimulation is," Mystique started. I noticed that the Brotherhood wasn't here. Odd, "It's X-men versus the Fold. Rogue, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, Spyke, and Jean vs. Vamp, Bookworm, Lolita, Fearoh, and Scarlet Witch. The goal is to get the flag before the other team does, anyway you have to. Understood?" We nodded. Just what I needed something to get my mind off of-Scott walked in followed by Mirage. I glared at him slightly, but he ignored me, "Just in time to see your team lose, Cyclops."
"I thought we were talking about my team, not yours."
"Nice one, One-Eye."
"Let's get started."
"Wait," I said suddenly. Their attention turned to me, "You guys have the advantage. I'm sure you know our powers."
"Nice analysis of the situation. " Mirage complimented. I merely smiled, "Verona."
"I'm Verona a.k.a. Bookworm," the quiet girl with light blue hair whispered. She looked really fragile. Her eyes matched her hair. I wonder if she dyed it, "My mutation is super-intelligence. Nuvian a.k.a Vamp has the power of a vampire-"
"Hold up! She turns into vampire?" Evan asked.
Nuvian's eyes turned to this yellow color. She smiled to show her fang teeth. That's just cool. Kitty shrieked and ran out of the room, "Oh, don't worry. I don't bite...hard."
"As I as saying, Lolita no code name, has the power to become invisible," I glanced at the Spanish girl in the corner. She had big brown eyes, and curly hair. She glanced at me and smiled slightly. I smiled back, "Ayisha a.k.a Fearoh, has the power to transform herself into what other people fear," I looked at the blonde with electric blue eyes. She looked like she couldn't even hurt a fly. Suddenly a thought came to me. Chastity? Who was Chastity? I'd ask Verona after she was done introducing everyone," And Wanda-"
I bolted up in my chair, "Wanda? As in Pietro's sister?"
The Goth with red highlights narrowed her eyes dangerously, "We have the same parents, that's it."
"I can't believe that you two are under the same roof and somewhat getting along," I blurted out before I even thought. Her eyes widened. Oh shit. It suddenly hit my why the Brotherhood hadn't been here.
"He's here?" She asked. She jumped out of her seat and out of the room.
"Wanda! No!" Mystique yelled and went after her.
"Run, Pietro, run," Scott muttered humorously. I glared at him and went after Mystique. Pietro is going to get killed if Wanda gets to him. Hey, would it be that bad? Then Scott wouldn't have any doubts about you and him. Shut up, Rogue. Marie took over again.
"Oh shit!" She found him. Pietro came dashing out of the room and passed me. I just stood there for a minute. Wanda ran after him the whole mansion began to shake. Paintings were flying off the wall and at Pietro who kept trying to duck them. She threw a lamp at him with her powers. Everything that wasn't nailed to the ground was flying at Pietro who was trying his best to avoid everything. I followed them down to the living room. Pietro looked around desperately for an exit. His blue looked towards my desperately. She suspended him in the air. Scott watched from the doorway along with the others. I could tell they were in shock about Wanda's power.
"Wanda, please. Don't do this to me." he begged. I slipped my glove off. I wasn't thrilled about draining her, because I doubted that I could control her powers, but I wasn't about to let Pietro get killed. I slowly crept behind her.
"You will pay. You and Him!" she raised her hand to throw Pietro out of the window.
"Wanda! We will have our revenge on Magneto!" Mystique tried desperately to calm Wanda.
Had I been paying attention to what Mystique had said, I would have been seriously confused, but I didn't. I got ready to lunge, but suddenly this beautiful women appeared next to Wanda. She had electric blue eyes. I've seen those eyes somewhere before...anyway, she had a gentle face, and long flowing...silver hair. Chastity! She touched Wanda's head. Wanda dropped to her knees. Pietro dropped to the ground along with everything else in the room. I took a good look at Chastity. She was tall. She looked delicately-built but there was something abut here that warned you not to underestimate her.
(AN: Alright let me explain this. Chastity has the powers of a witch. Now let me explain something, I thought of Chastity months before I even knew Wanda existed. Yet they're almost the same person, I thought of witch powers for Chastity, without even knowing that Wanda had them. I thought of Chastity being related to Magneto. I thought of Magneto locking Chastity away. It's scary how much my character and Wanda are alike. Man, me and the cartoon are on the same wavelength. Maybe if I start thinking about Rogue, they put her in more episodes.)
"Wanda," she whispered softly. Yep, that's her alright. I know that voice anywhere, "I thought you were over your anger. You were promised revenge on Erik. Isn't that enough? " She sounded hurt. Like, Wanda being angry at Pietro hurt her, but I could tell that she wasn't disappointed in Wanda.
Wanda merely looked away from Chastity. 'Revenge on Erik?' as in Magneto? Why would she and Mystique want revenge on him. Aren't they on the same side? Pietro stared at Chastity for a while. His eyes widened. Mine probably did too. That's were I had seen Chastity's eyes before. They were exactly like Pietro's.
"Mom?" he whispered. That would explain why. She didn't even look old enough to be a mother, but then again Logan looks a lot younger than he is. She smiled at him softly. Her blue eyes lighting up.
"My goddess," Storm whispered. Scott also had a stunned look on his face, "If you're Pietro's mother then...you're Magneto's wife."
Wow! Magneto's wife is a woman's whose name means 'pure'. Ain't that an oxymoron. I've got a question for ya'll would you mind if I put a sex scene in the next chapter? I wouldn't want to offended a lot of people. I mean like one or three isn't bad because you can't please everyone , but I wouldn't want to offend a lot of people.