Disclaimer: I don't own X-men or Lord of the Rings. Though God knows I wish I did.
A/N: *sigh* Isn't Legolas a hottie? *sigh* And I may not own them, but I can pretend. Aha! Besides, with real life hotties like Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood, is life really that bad?!
Rogue walked into Forge's lab and sat on his console. "Hey Forge! Whatcha up ta?" she asked, leaning back. Forge looked up at her from a small dome of metal he'd been working on. "Rogue, you're doing it again," he said with a sigh. "Doin' what? Oh sorry." She hopped off the console and walked over to him, looking at his work over his shoulder. If there was one thing that really bothered him... "Rogue!" he cried, nearly whining. "Augh, fhine!" she growled, walking away. He got up quickly, grabbing her wrist.
Rogue was rarely open around people, wanting only to keep them away. But for some reason, she'd chosen him to open up to. He realized how important that really was, and he wasn't about to ruin it. Rogue was in a playful mood, and those were rarer than her smiles. It was up to him to indulge her. Besides, he had to admit, he secretly enjoyed being the only person she was so carefree around. It gave him a sense of purpose. And above all, it made him comfortable; comfortable in a place and time where he felt he didn't belong. That was probably why he and Rogue had grown so close. Two outcasts drawn to each other. 'How typical.' It was almost funny.
"Here, Rogue, lemme show you what I'm doing," he said, softly pulling her. She didn't argue; just let him guide her back to the console. He picked up a small silver contraption that looked awfully familiar. Her eyes widened. "Forge isn't that-?" "Well yes and no," he replied. She took a step back and he put it down. "Whaddaya mean yes and no." "Well yes it does look familiar, I used the same design. It's also a transmolecular disturber. But, this one isn't for creating a window into other dimensions. It does however, tamper with the one you're in, and-" "And then somethin' goes wrong and yer trapped in another dimension or somethin'." "Well, this does create a pocket dimension like Middleverse but-" "Forge dontcha learn? Lahst time-" "Last time I used it for good and-" He stopped as she stood there, arms crossed over her chest, shaking her head slowly. He sighed, flustered. How to tell her? "What coulda evah possessed ya ta make anotha one?" He looked down. "Actually you." "Me?" He nodded. "How's this all about me?" "Well if this actually works...you'll...be able to touch." Her expression changed from teasing to shocked surprise. She stood there stock still. "What?" she finally managed to choke out. At a loss, Forge walked over to the machine. A few taps, a snap, and a click later, he turned to face her again.
He stretched his arm out toward her. She backed away instinctively. He grabbed her elbow and held her in place as he walked up to her slowly. She stood frozen, as he stepped up to her. Peeling off her gloves, he brought her hands to his face, carefully going slowly so as not to frighten her. As her bare hands touched his cheeks her eyes squeezed close. When she felt no pull, her eyes snapped open and met his. He smiled. Rogue stepped closer tentively, still not believing that this was all happening. She slowly melted in his arms. Forge leaned down. Something in the back of her mind told her what was happening was perfectly normal. The rest of her felt so strange, it had been so long since she'd been touched. Her eyes closed as his face came down, hands clasped onto his shoulders for support. He was going to kiss her. Her fairy tale was coming true, finally her perfect moment.
Suddenly they were thrown to the floor, the whole mansion shaking. There were a few sounds of things crashing around them. When the tremors subsided they both stood up. Before they could acess the damage a voice rang through their heads. *All X-men report outside immediately. We are under attack* Rogue and Forge exchanged looks before racing out of the lab to join the battle.
A/N: *sigh* Isn't Legolas a hottie? *sigh* And I may not own them, but I can pretend. Aha! Besides, with real life hotties like Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood, is life really that bad?!
Rogue walked into Forge's lab and sat on his console. "Hey Forge! Whatcha up ta?" she asked, leaning back. Forge looked up at her from a small dome of metal he'd been working on. "Rogue, you're doing it again," he said with a sigh. "Doin' what? Oh sorry." She hopped off the console and walked over to him, looking at his work over his shoulder. If there was one thing that really bothered him... "Rogue!" he cried, nearly whining. "Augh, fhine!" she growled, walking away. He got up quickly, grabbing her wrist.
Rogue was rarely open around people, wanting only to keep them away. But for some reason, she'd chosen him to open up to. He realized how important that really was, and he wasn't about to ruin it. Rogue was in a playful mood, and those were rarer than her smiles. It was up to him to indulge her. Besides, he had to admit, he secretly enjoyed being the only person she was so carefree around. It gave him a sense of purpose. And above all, it made him comfortable; comfortable in a place and time where he felt he didn't belong. That was probably why he and Rogue had grown so close. Two outcasts drawn to each other. 'How typical.' It was almost funny.
"Here, Rogue, lemme show you what I'm doing," he said, softly pulling her. She didn't argue; just let him guide her back to the console. He picked up a small silver contraption that looked awfully familiar. Her eyes widened. "Forge isn't that-?" "Well yes and no," he replied. She took a step back and he put it down. "Whaddaya mean yes and no." "Well yes it does look familiar, I used the same design. It's also a transmolecular disturber. But, this one isn't for creating a window into other dimensions. It does however, tamper with the one you're in, and-" "And then somethin' goes wrong and yer trapped in another dimension or somethin'." "Well, this does create a pocket dimension like Middleverse but-" "Forge dontcha learn? Lahst time-" "Last time I used it for good and-" He stopped as she stood there, arms crossed over her chest, shaking her head slowly. He sighed, flustered. How to tell her? "What coulda evah possessed ya ta make anotha one?" He looked down. "Actually you." "Me?" He nodded. "How's this all about me?" "Well if this actually works...you'll...be able to touch." Her expression changed from teasing to shocked surprise. She stood there stock still. "What?" she finally managed to choke out. At a loss, Forge walked over to the machine. A few taps, a snap, and a click later, he turned to face her again.
He stretched his arm out toward her. She backed away instinctively. He grabbed her elbow and held her in place as he walked up to her slowly. She stood frozen, as he stepped up to her. Peeling off her gloves, he brought her hands to his face, carefully going slowly so as not to frighten her. As her bare hands touched his cheeks her eyes squeezed close. When she felt no pull, her eyes snapped open and met his. He smiled. Rogue stepped closer tentively, still not believing that this was all happening. She slowly melted in his arms. Forge leaned down. Something in the back of her mind told her what was happening was perfectly normal. The rest of her felt so strange, it had been so long since she'd been touched. Her eyes closed as his face came down, hands clasped onto his shoulders for support. He was going to kiss her. Her fairy tale was coming true, finally her perfect moment.
Suddenly they were thrown to the floor, the whole mansion shaking. There were a few sounds of things crashing around them. When the tremors subsided they both stood up. Before they could acess the damage a voice rang through their heads. *All X-men report outside immediately. We are under attack* Rogue and Forge exchanged looks before racing out of the lab to join the battle.
