This took along time because frankly I'm discouraged by the lack of reviews I've been getting lately. I'm not asking for 30 per a chapter like I got with Fairy Tales, but I am asking for more than 10. Failure to accomplish this will have me going back to my Sailor Moon fanfics.
I know that sounds cold, but it's how I feel. I would like to than those who review.
(Author personal note: Keiko did you get the email I sent?)
I groaned slightly. The things I do for that man. My nose wrinkled as I smelled how foul I smelled. But there was no other way. I didn't have time to wash Pietro's smell off of me, so I did the next best thing: I jumped in a duck-poop infested lake. That certainly elminated Pietro's scent. I opened the door of the Institute quietly and stepped in.
"Stripes-My God where have you been?" Logan pinched his sensitive nose closed and stepped away from me. Mission complete. I laid on the sweetness thickly.
"Ah-promise not to laugh?" I asked innocently.
"I couldn't if I wanted to."
"Well, ah was at the park staring at the pond, then there was the frog on a lily and ah wanted to touch it-you know without gloves- so ah reached for it and kinda fell in the water." I looked up at him.
"Alright, I'll forget the fact that you were late, this time, but for all that's Holy go take a bath. A long bath."
"Why don't I draw it." Scott offered. I turned to him in surprise. What was this? "Others have to use the bathroom in the morning and frankly, Rogue, I doubt they'll be happy to see lake gunk and seaweed on the handles."
"Okay." I went up the stairs behind Scott. Speaking of behinds, he has a very nice behind. This plan was going to be enjoyable. I stared at it as he bent over to draw my bath.
"It doesn't get bigger if you stare at." Scott whispered. I straightened slightly. How had he known? "I have eyes in the back of my head." He turned to me and smiled slighlty. That wretched smirk, that wretched, wonderful smirk. I frowned. Wonderful? Where had that come from?
His hand tilted my head up to his. He pulled it away rahter quickly as if he had done something wrong. I watched the lines of concertration that had formed on his face. Pietro didn't have lines like that. He had laugh lines. Why are you comparing Scott to Pietro?
"Why are you frowning?" He asked. Another question that I couldn't answer.
"Because I just caught a whiff of myself." A smile spread his lips. Despite myself I returned it.
"I'm gonna leave you to-yea- uum...bye." He hurriedly left the bathroom. I smile. This plan would be most enjoyable...and maybe I could get Scott Summers out of my system forever. The sooner, the better.
I laid on my bed. I glanced at Jean who was brushing her hair. She was preparing for her date with Duncan. Kitty had unselfishly allowed her to use our room to get ready. How unselfish. I frowned. God I can't wait to get out of this house of goody-goodys. Yep, their time was coming.
"Well someone is in a good mood." Jean looked at me in the mirror, "A boy maybe?" Or maybe it's going to be that you're going to be dead in a few months.
"Nah, nothing like that. Ah was trying to push somethin' out of mah mind. A disturbing thought."
"You were smiling like a maniac."
"I was using some good memories to push the bad one out." She shrugged and went back to brushing her hair. She put down Kitty's brush and admired her handiwork. She smiled at herself proudly. A small smile grace my lips. Step one of the Plan was in motion: Bring Jean Grey down.
"I admire you Jean." I whispered softly. Pretending to be shy. I tried my best not to gag after my words. She turned to me, shock in her eyes, but I could see the hidden smuggness behind the shock. Ugh, get over yourself. I continued on anyway, "You're so brave, I could never be as brave as you."
"What makes you think that I'm brave?"
I turned my head away from her so she couldn't see the malicous smiled that appeared on my lips. Got ya.
"I could never have the guts to date a non-mutant," I could feel her confused stare.
"What are you talking about, Rogue?"
"I mean, if Ducan found out that you, his perfect girlfriend was a mutant-a freak-"
"I am not a freak!" she hissed. Her eyes took on this strange glow, but I ignored it. This was an essential part of plan, I couldn't afford to botch it.
"Of course not Jean," I turned to look at her, "You're not a freak, but that's what everyone else would think. Mutants, to them are freaks. I mean Duncan would hate you, depise you."
"No!" she whispered desperately.
"And all your friends from college. They'd think you were a freak too."
"No!"
"Your teachers would think that you used your mutation to cheat."
"No!"
"They would take every reward back. All the trophies, certificates, scholarships. Everything would be taken from you in a second."
Jeans eyes had taken on this insane glow, "No!" She threw her hands at me. A pain ripped through me. I felt like my soul was being ripped in half. I screamed in agony, "No!" Jean kept whispering over and over again. Note to self: make sure Jean gets killed first.
"Jean!" 'Ro screamed shocked. Everyone ran into the room. Scott tackled, actually tackled Jean, his goddess that could do no wrong. This plan was going to be easier to accomplish than I thought. I moaned in pain. The pain didn't hurt anymore, but I had to milk this situation for all it's worth. Logan bent down, picked me up in his arms, and ran me down to the medical lab. I gasped pittfully as he laid me down on the table. His eyes clouded wiht raw concern. I turned my head away in guilt. I curled up in a fetal position and pretended to cry. He ran his hand down my back consolingly.
"What has happened?" Beast as he walked rapidly into the room. He glanced at my probably disleveled appearance.
"I don't know. We heard screaming and then all we saw was Jean standing in front of her with her arms out. I'm not quite sure what she was doing to Stripes, but it looked painful."
"Jean?" Yes, Mrs. Perfect did this to me, "I'll check her out to make sure that no inversible damage has been done. Check the situation upstairs." Logan nodded and jogged out of the room
"Rogue?" Beast asked.
I waited for a moment then answered, "Yes?" I whimpered.
"Does anything on your body hurt. I mean, if I touched you leg would it hurt or is it internal?"
I sniffled, "Internal," well it had been.
"Alright then can I ask you to turn to face me please. I have to check to make sure that you're alright." I rolled over slowly wiht his help. He handed me a tissue to wipe my fake tears, "I'm going to use a scan to make sure that there is no internal bleeding," he explained gently. I nodded. He checked to make sure everything was alright. I already knew that everything was all right. I smiled inwardly. So, let's see. This incident will put: Kitty, Kurt, and the younger recruits on my side. So that's: 'Ro, Logan, Warren, Kitty, Kurt, the Brotherhood members, the yonger recruits all wrapped around my finger. The only ones who aren't are: Mystique, Xavier, and Scott-Jean of course, but no one would is even going give her the time of day when I get this plan get rolling. Mystique was no threat, no one would believe her over me. The Professor would be taken care of by Magneto, and Scott...well Scott was in the process of being wrapped around my finger. Oh yes thing were going as planned.
"Rogue?" A soft voice whispered. I glanced up from my book. It was Scott. I tried to smile at him, but I failed miserably. Prentended to anyway. He cautiously came and sat on my bed. I put my book down.
"Is there something that you wan't, Scott?" I asked softly, "Please don't come in here and proclaim Jean's innocence to me. I've heard that enough times today." Well, actually no one had told me that except the Professor, but it was time to milk.
He opened his mouth and started to say something then closed his mouth, "Am I that predictable?" He tilted his sexy head at me. I felt lust tug at my heart.
I crawled to him and framed his face with my hands, "Why do you continue to chase after what you can't have when you can have me?" I whispered. I think my eyes widened as much as his did. Where the hell had that come from? I had planned a slow two week seduction for Scott. Why did I-
"What...What do you mean?" He leaned closer to me. My breath caught in my throat.
My fingers traced his glasses, "Rose-colored glasses." I whispered. His mouth pursed than relaxed. He gently removed my gloveless hand from his glasses and kissed it. I gasped. No one had ever done that for me. No one had ever had ever kissed my hand-for obvious reasons. But he had just kissed it. Pietro hadn't done that. Pietro had just kissed me and made love to me, but-Scott kissed the fingertip of my forefinger then proceeded to kiss the other nine. I arched my back slightly at the sensations that were going through my body.
"What. Do. You. Mean?" He said between kissing my fingers.
Barely coherent I mumbled out, "Ah want you." He nibbled on my fingers lightly.
"Really?" He pulled onto his lap and kissed me softly. I moaned against our pressed lips. Hesitantly he nudged my lips open.I opened them readily. That was the difference between Scott and Pietro. Pietro would have already had me on my back. Scott, he was taking the time to lavish me. He was doing this like it was about us. When Pietro and I made love it was about him, I just happned to be along for the ride. I started to unbutton Scott's shirt. He pulled his lips away from me and I let out a barely strangled cry. After he took my hands off his buttons he kissed them. Such a gentlemn, "It's late, Rogue, and Kitty should be back any second. " He kissed me gently and replaced back on my bed. Smiling at me: he left my room. I shivered slightly at the temperature change in the room. I miss him, I realized. He's been gone three seconds and I miss him. I frowned. Why should I miss him? He isn't the one who I love. I love Pietro. And besides Scott's going to be dead within the next month. I bit my lip to counteract the sadness I felt. Why was I sad? I don't lvoe Scott...right?
I know that sounds cold, but it's how I feel. I would like to than those who review.
(Author personal note: Keiko did you get the email I sent?)
I groaned slightly. The things I do for that man. My nose wrinkled as I smelled how foul I smelled. But there was no other way. I didn't have time to wash Pietro's smell off of me, so I did the next best thing: I jumped in a duck-poop infested lake. That certainly elminated Pietro's scent. I opened the door of the Institute quietly and stepped in.
"Stripes-My God where have you been?" Logan pinched his sensitive nose closed and stepped away from me. Mission complete. I laid on the sweetness thickly.
"Ah-promise not to laugh?" I asked innocently.
"I couldn't if I wanted to."
"Well, ah was at the park staring at the pond, then there was the frog on a lily and ah wanted to touch it-you know without gloves- so ah reached for it and kinda fell in the water." I looked up at him.
"Alright, I'll forget the fact that you were late, this time, but for all that's Holy go take a bath. A long bath."
"Why don't I draw it." Scott offered. I turned to him in surprise. What was this? "Others have to use the bathroom in the morning and frankly, Rogue, I doubt they'll be happy to see lake gunk and seaweed on the handles."
"Okay." I went up the stairs behind Scott. Speaking of behinds, he has a very nice behind. This plan was going to be enjoyable. I stared at it as he bent over to draw my bath.
"It doesn't get bigger if you stare at." Scott whispered. I straightened slightly. How had he known? "I have eyes in the back of my head." He turned to me and smiled slighlty. That wretched smirk, that wretched, wonderful smirk. I frowned. Wonderful? Where had that come from?
His hand tilted my head up to his. He pulled it away rahter quickly as if he had done something wrong. I watched the lines of concertration that had formed on his face. Pietro didn't have lines like that. He had laugh lines. Why are you comparing Scott to Pietro?
"Why are you frowning?" He asked. Another question that I couldn't answer.
"Because I just caught a whiff of myself." A smile spread his lips. Despite myself I returned it.
"I'm gonna leave you to-yea- uum...bye." He hurriedly left the bathroom. I smile. This plan would be most enjoyable...and maybe I could get Scott Summers out of my system forever. The sooner, the better.
I laid on my bed. I glanced at Jean who was brushing her hair. She was preparing for her date with Duncan. Kitty had unselfishly allowed her to use our room to get ready. How unselfish. I frowned. God I can't wait to get out of this house of goody-goodys. Yep, their time was coming.
"Well someone is in a good mood." Jean looked at me in the mirror, "A boy maybe?" Or maybe it's going to be that you're going to be dead in a few months.
"Nah, nothing like that. Ah was trying to push somethin' out of mah mind. A disturbing thought."
"You were smiling like a maniac."
"I was using some good memories to push the bad one out." She shrugged and went back to brushing her hair. She put down Kitty's brush and admired her handiwork. She smiled at herself proudly. A small smile grace my lips. Step one of the Plan was in motion: Bring Jean Grey down.
"I admire you Jean." I whispered softly. Pretending to be shy. I tried my best not to gag after my words. She turned to me, shock in her eyes, but I could see the hidden smuggness behind the shock. Ugh, get over yourself. I continued on anyway, "You're so brave, I could never be as brave as you."
"What makes you think that I'm brave?"
I turned my head away from her so she couldn't see the malicous smiled that appeared on my lips. Got ya.
"I could never have the guts to date a non-mutant," I could feel her confused stare.
"What are you talking about, Rogue?"
"I mean, if Ducan found out that you, his perfect girlfriend was a mutant-a freak-"
"I am not a freak!" she hissed. Her eyes took on this strange glow, but I ignored it. This was an essential part of plan, I couldn't afford to botch it.
"Of course not Jean," I turned to look at her, "You're not a freak, but that's what everyone else would think. Mutants, to them are freaks. I mean Duncan would hate you, depise you."
"No!" she whispered desperately.
"And all your friends from college. They'd think you were a freak too."
"No!"
"Your teachers would think that you used your mutation to cheat."
"No!"
"They would take every reward back. All the trophies, certificates, scholarships. Everything would be taken from you in a second."
Jeans eyes had taken on this insane glow, "No!" She threw her hands at me. A pain ripped through me. I felt like my soul was being ripped in half. I screamed in agony, "No!" Jean kept whispering over and over again. Note to self: make sure Jean gets killed first.
"Jean!" 'Ro screamed shocked. Everyone ran into the room. Scott tackled, actually tackled Jean, his goddess that could do no wrong. This plan was going to be easier to accomplish than I thought. I moaned in pain. The pain didn't hurt anymore, but I had to milk this situation for all it's worth. Logan bent down, picked me up in his arms, and ran me down to the medical lab. I gasped pittfully as he laid me down on the table. His eyes clouded wiht raw concern. I turned my head away in guilt. I curled up in a fetal position and pretended to cry. He ran his hand down my back consolingly.
"What has happened?" Beast as he walked rapidly into the room. He glanced at my probably disleveled appearance.
"I don't know. We heard screaming and then all we saw was Jean standing in front of her with her arms out. I'm not quite sure what she was doing to Stripes, but it looked painful."
"Jean?" Yes, Mrs. Perfect did this to me, "I'll check her out to make sure that no inversible damage has been done. Check the situation upstairs." Logan nodded and jogged out of the room
"Rogue?" Beast asked.
I waited for a moment then answered, "Yes?" I whimpered.
"Does anything on your body hurt. I mean, if I touched you leg would it hurt or is it internal?"
I sniffled, "Internal," well it had been.
"Alright then can I ask you to turn to face me please. I have to check to make sure that you're alright." I rolled over slowly wiht his help. He handed me a tissue to wipe my fake tears, "I'm going to use a scan to make sure that there is no internal bleeding," he explained gently. I nodded. He checked to make sure everything was alright. I already knew that everything was all right. I smiled inwardly. So, let's see. This incident will put: Kitty, Kurt, and the younger recruits on my side. So that's: 'Ro, Logan, Warren, Kitty, Kurt, the Brotherhood members, the yonger recruits all wrapped around my finger. The only ones who aren't are: Mystique, Xavier, and Scott-Jean of course, but no one would is even going give her the time of day when I get this plan get rolling. Mystique was no threat, no one would believe her over me. The Professor would be taken care of by Magneto, and Scott...well Scott was in the process of being wrapped around my finger. Oh yes thing were going as planned.
"Rogue?" A soft voice whispered. I glanced up from my book. It was Scott. I tried to smile at him, but I failed miserably. Prentended to anyway. He cautiously came and sat on my bed. I put my book down.
"Is there something that you wan't, Scott?" I asked softly, "Please don't come in here and proclaim Jean's innocence to me. I've heard that enough times today." Well, actually no one had told me that except the Professor, but it was time to milk.
He opened his mouth and started to say something then closed his mouth, "Am I that predictable?" He tilted his sexy head at me. I felt lust tug at my heart.
I crawled to him and framed his face with my hands, "Why do you continue to chase after what you can't have when you can have me?" I whispered. I think my eyes widened as much as his did. Where the hell had that come from? I had planned a slow two week seduction for Scott. Why did I-
"What...What do you mean?" He leaned closer to me. My breath caught in my throat.
My fingers traced his glasses, "Rose-colored glasses." I whispered. His mouth pursed than relaxed. He gently removed my gloveless hand from his glasses and kissed it. I gasped. No one had ever done that for me. No one had ever had ever kissed my hand-for obvious reasons. But he had just kissed it. Pietro hadn't done that. Pietro had just kissed me and made love to me, but-Scott kissed the fingertip of my forefinger then proceeded to kiss the other nine. I arched my back slightly at the sensations that were going through my body.
"What. Do. You. Mean?" He said between kissing my fingers.
Barely coherent I mumbled out, "Ah want you." He nibbled on my fingers lightly.
"Really?" He pulled onto his lap and kissed me softly. I moaned against our pressed lips. Hesitantly he nudged my lips open.I opened them readily. That was the difference between Scott and Pietro. Pietro would have already had me on my back. Scott, he was taking the time to lavish me. He was doing this like it was about us. When Pietro and I made love it was about him, I just happned to be along for the ride. I started to unbutton Scott's shirt. He pulled his lips away from me and I let out a barely strangled cry. After he took my hands off his buttons he kissed them. Such a gentlemn, "It's late, Rogue, and Kitty should be back any second. " He kissed me gently and replaced back on my bed. Smiling at me: he left my room. I shivered slightly at the temperature change in the room. I miss him, I realized. He's been gone three seconds and I miss him. I frowned. Why should I miss him? He isn't the one who I love. I love Pietro. And besides Scott's going to be dead within the next month. I bit my lip to counteract the sadness I felt. Why was I sad? I don't lvoe Scott...right?
