One note-(I don't own X-men and...) I'm really finding it hard to write this story because there is so little inspiration from the show, since they show a new one close to never, and it sucks(though mindbender really rocked, because we all got to see what Jean is really like and you know she wasn't under any spell~.~ and Rogue did that cool thing with Jeans' powers!)
But I would love fanart, or any thoughts on what you think is happening with the story.
This is my e-mail-cutie_fu@excite.com Feel free to e-mail me anything! Rants, flames, ideas, ANYTHING!
Chapter 5
Jean sat with her many pages of homework spread over her desk. A pencil twirled in her hands as a soft concierto drifted from a record player in the corner. The professor loved this stuff, and Jean took every opportunity to make the professor happy.
She smiled to herself as she gazed at the picture of her and Scott that she held in her hands. His glasses hung dangerously low on the bridge of his nose, and his reddish brown hair was messed up, hanging over his sunglasses. Running a hand over the glass she sighed. Her manicured fingers made a scraping noise as she ran them down the thin plate of glass. Scott hadn't been fawning over her as much as he used to, and it was starting to bother her. Yes, she had Duncan, but the attention Scott gave her was warm and constant.
Another picture of her and Duncan was propped on a book to her left. Duncan had a possesive arm around her and that look in his eyes. The look that was there whenever he looked at her; lustful.
As much as she liked keeping the handsome football player around her finger, she hated the way he could be so sexist at times.
Tossing her red hair over her shoulder she stood up. It was about eight o'clock and time to meet with the professor about her powers. Bits and pieces of the night were lodged in her memory from that unfortunate night when her powers had rapidly evolved, but little else then fragmants lasting mere seconds.
One constant image was that of Rogue touching her face.
She shivered remembering the girl's cold hands on her face, and then that sudden intrusion into her brain. Who knew what secrets the introverted goth-girl was harboring from her memory. Jean liked being able to read other minds, but her's should be off limit. After all she was one of the top, and first, students at the intitute.
A smirk touched her pretty lips at the thought. It was good to be on top.
She walked down the halls and quickly made it to the lower, secret, levels through one of the many hidden doors. The main hallway of the underground headquarters of the X-men was vacant and the glaring white light bounced off the metallic walls. To her far right was the danger room, where she was to meet with the professor, and just off to her left was the infirmary where Rogue was lying, unconscious.
Jean squinted her eyes and concentrated on the infirmary, trying to pick up on Rogue's brain pattern.
She gasped feeling, for a brief second, the thoughts of a very dangerous mind. What she saw for the few seconds she reaches inside the mind was a series of images of an attack. Rogue was lying on the ground, her eyes were closed, she was hurt...
Someone else was in the infirmary with the goth-someone who had witnessed the crime.
It took a few seconds to make up her mind before Jean raised herself telepathically and turned toward the infirmary door. Gaining access through the large, circular door was easy enough, and she snuck in silently, listening for anyone.
As she floated next to the curtain that blocked her from the sleeping form of Rogue she saw a form sitting on the bed.
Maybe Rogue had woken up...
"Ugh..."
She then heard a slight chuckle.
"Cherie, you are 'wake."
The sheets ruffled slightly as the hospital bed creaked. Rogue's sillhouette sat up and faced the shadow of the stranger.
"You-You were tha' boy! From the alley!"
"Oui, mon pettite. Gambit here was there fo' you, cherie."
"G-gambit?"
The shadow on the curtain reached up a hand and patted Rogue's hair. She flinched a bit, but did not try to move any further.
"My real name is Remy."
"You-You're a mutant to, aren't yah?"the question was immedietly followed by a soft coughing noise, which soon grew into a coughing fit. Rogue's form doubled over, only resulting in a painful gasp from the girl.
"Remy's" hands were on her shoulders, holding her.
"Easy 'der, cherie. You are in a hospital for a rea--"
"Rogue!"
Jean whirled around and saw a very concerned Professor rolling into the infirmary, followed by an angry Logan. There was a clatter behind the curtain, and with a outreach of his hand, the Proffesor telepathically removed the temporary wall.
Rogue was laying on her bed, propped up with many pillows. The boy that had been there mere seconds ago was no longer there.
The patient stared wide eyes at them all. Her skin was pale, even compared to the whiteness of the linens surrounding her. Her hair was fanned on the pillows, creating a halow of darkness around her head. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, partly from all the pain medication pumping through her system through an I.V.
Logan allowed himself a grin at the now conscious Rogue. He had agreed to letting his hand touch her's for a brief few seconds, in order to help the healing proccess without killing himself. It had, evidently, taken care of the small bruises and cuts, but there were still many to go.
The profesor looked around the room, sending cabinets open, and moving heavy objects with his mind.
Jean, recovering from the shock of Logan and the professor barging in decided to help in the attempt to find the boy.
A deadly growl resonated from Logan's throat:
"There's no way out of this, bub" he spat out venemously, "Even the air vents can only be unlocked by code."
Jean scanned the room with her green eyes. Nothing moved. Rogue shifted on her bed, looking around the room for any sign of the boy that had been there seconds ago.
The telepathic girl placed a hand on her hip.
"Rogue, Wh-"
She was cut off by the sudden movement of Logan, dashing across the room, falshing his long, sharp claws and pining something to the wall.
One set of claws was embedded in the wall, millimeters from the youngs boys, tense neck, while the other was pined at the boy's left side. A gleaming drip of blood fell from his side where a metallic claw was buried in his skin...
But I would love fanart, or any thoughts on what you think is happening with the story.
This is my e-mail-cutie_fu@excite.com Feel free to e-mail me anything! Rants, flames, ideas, ANYTHING!
Chapter 5
Jean sat with her many pages of homework spread over her desk. A pencil twirled in her hands as a soft concierto drifted from a record player in the corner. The professor loved this stuff, and Jean took every opportunity to make the professor happy.
She smiled to herself as she gazed at the picture of her and Scott that she held in her hands. His glasses hung dangerously low on the bridge of his nose, and his reddish brown hair was messed up, hanging over his sunglasses. Running a hand over the glass she sighed. Her manicured fingers made a scraping noise as she ran them down the thin plate of glass. Scott hadn't been fawning over her as much as he used to, and it was starting to bother her. Yes, she had Duncan, but the attention Scott gave her was warm and constant.
Another picture of her and Duncan was propped on a book to her left. Duncan had a possesive arm around her and that look in his eyes. The look that was there whenever he looked at her; lustful.
As much as she liked keeping the handsome football player around her finger, she hated the way he could be so sexist at times.
Tossing her red hair over her shoulder she stood up. It was about eight o'clock and time to meet with the professor about her powers. Bits and pieces of the night were lodged in her memory from that unfortunate night when her powers had rapidly evolved, but little else then fragmants lasting mere seconds.
One constant image was that of Rogue touching her face.
She shivered remembering the girl's cold hands on her face, and then that sudden intrusion into her brain. Who knew what secrets the introverted goth-girl was harboring from her memory. Jean liked being able to read other minds, but her's should be off limit. After all she was one of the top, and first, students at the intitute.
A smirk touched her pretty lips at the thought. It was good to be on top.
She walked down the halls and quickly made it to the lower, secret, levels through one of the many hidden doors. The main hallway of the underground headquarters of the X-men was vacant and the glaring white light bounced off the metallic walls. To her far right was the danger room, where she was to meet with the professor, and just off to her left was the infirmary where Rogue was lying, unconscious.
Jean squinted her eyes and concentrated on the infirmary, trying to pick up on Rogue's brain pattern.
She gasped feeling, for a brief second, the thoughts of a very dangerous mind. What she saw for the few seconds she reaches inside the mind was a series of images of an attack. Rogue was lying on the ground, her eyes were closed, she was hurt...
Someone else was in the infirmary with the goth-someone who had witnessed the crime.
It took a few seconds to make up her mind before Jean raised herself telepathically and turned toward the infirmary door. Gaining access through the large, circular door was easy enough, and she snuck in silently, listening for anyone.
As she floated next to the curtain that blocked her from the sleeping form of Rogue she saw a form sitting on the bed.
Maybe Rogue had woken up...
"Ugh..."
She then heard a slight chuckle.
"Cherie, you are 'wake."
The sheets ruffled slightly as the hospital bed creaked. Rogue's sillhouette sat up and faced the shadow of the stranger.
"You-You were tha' boy! From the alley!"
"Oui, mon pettite. Gambit here was there fo' you, cherie."
"G-gambit?"
The shadow on the curtain reached up a hand and patted Rogue's hair. She flinched a bit, but did not try to move any further.
"My real name is Remy."
"You-You're a mutant to, aren't yah?"the question was immedietly followed by a soft coughing noise, which soon grew into a coughing fit. Rogue's form doubled over, only resulting in a painful gasp from the girl.
"Remy's" hands were on her shoulders, holding her.
"Easy 'der, cherie. You are in a hospital for a rea--"
"Rogue!"
Jean whirled around and saw a very concerned Professor rolling into the infirmary, followed by an angry Logan. There was a clatter behind the curtain, and with a outreach of his hand, the Proffesor telepathically removed the temporary wall.
Rogue was laying on her bed, propped up with many pillows. The boy that had been there mere seconds ago was no longer there.
The patient stared wide eyes at them all. Her skin was pale, even compared to the whiteness of the linens surrounding her. Her hair was fanned on the pillows, creating a halow of darkness around her head. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, partly from all the pain medication pumping through her system through an I.V.
Logan allowed himself a grin at the now conscious Rogue. He had agreed to letting his hand touch her's for a brief few seconds, in order to help the healing proccess without killing himself. It had, evidently, taken care of the small bruises and cuts, but there were still many to go.
The profesor looked around the room, sending cabinets open, and moving heavy objects with his mind.
Jean, recovering from the shock of Logan and the professor barging in decided to help in the attempt to find the boy.
A deadly growl resonated from Logan's throat:
"There's no way out of this, bub" he spat out venemously, "Even the air vents can only be unlocked by code."
Jean scanned the room with her green eyes. Nothing moved. Rogue shifted on her bed, looking around the room for any sign of the boy that had been there seconds ago.
The telepathic girl placed a hand on her hip.
"Rogue, Wh-"
She was cut off by the sudden movement of Logan, dashing across the room, falshing his long, sharp claws and pining something to the wall.
One set of claws was embedded in the wall, millimeters from the youngs boys, tense neck, while the other was pined at the boy's left side. A gleaming drip of blood fell from his side where a metallic claw was buried in his skin...