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She found Rogue on top of the mansion's roof. With incredible ease, Storm raised a wind to lift her to the roof top and drifted over to where Rogue was sitting.
"Do you wish to talk Rogue?" she asked.
"No, just leave me alone, Storm," she turned her head away.
"I do not believe I would be a good friend or teammate if I did that."
"Storm, just please, go. Ah wanna be by mahself."
"And I want to find out what is troubling a good friend."
Rogue jerked her head back towards Storm and glared. She glared back. "Fine," she sighed, "talk til your lungs collapse. Ah really don't care right now."
Storm sat next to her friend. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Ah suppose."
Storm let out a sigh. The two women were quiet for several moments.
"Do you ever get tired of it, Storm?
"Tired of what?"
"Everything...the X-men, the search for Destiny's Diaries, bein' a mutant....everything."
"Sometimes, I suppose, but then I remember what a gift it's been for me. Sharing time with my fellow teammates, side by side, through good and bad. I wouldn't change those experiences for anything." She glanced over at Rogue, "Why?"
"Because Ah'm tired Storm. Ah'm tired 'o not bein' able to touch anyone, hearin' all these voices in mah head, bein' distant from everyone Ah care about...Ah'm just tired 'o life." There were tears in her eyes. Suddenly, Storm felt very uncomfortable, she wasn't use to seeing Rogue cry.
"Is this about Gambit?"
"Part of it, yeah."
"He was in your dream?"
She nodded, "He's always there."
"So you've had this dream before?"
"Off an' on for 'bout two weeks now."
"We've never heard anything before now."
"Never been this bad."
"I see. What happens in these dreams?"
"Everyone Ah touch dies..."
Storm was stunned into silence.
Rogue looked straight at her. "Storm, Ah think mah powers are changin', and not for the better."
Storm blinked as if she had just woken up. She was silent for several minutes, then spoke again, "You should talk to Xavier."
"Ain't he the guy we're not suppose t' trust?"
"Only in matters concerning the diaries. This is another matter all together. If your powers are indeed becoming worse, he is the only one who can help you."
"Ah'll talk to him in the mornin'."
Storm looked hard at her, then softened. "Very well, until then, why don't you come inside and get some rest?"
"You're right, it really is a beautiful night. Ah think Ah'll stay out a bit longer...."
Storm nodded, "Goodnight Rogue."
"'Night Storm."
Rogue watched as Storm glided off the roof and fell soundlessly to the ground. For a moment, she envied her. Her ability to fly was part of her mutant gift, it wasn't stolen. She could touch anyone she wanted without ever hurting them. She lost track of time and eventually drifted off to an uneventful, if not peaceful sleep.
She awoke the next morning, still on the roof. She felt something over her, like a jacket. She opened her eyes to see a silhouette against teh rising sun. She noticed the faint glow of a cigarette.
"Gambit," she muttered.
"Mornin' chere. Sleep well?"
"What are you doin' up here Remy?"
"Stormy told me you were up here so I thought I'd check on you. When I got up here, I saw dat you were asleep so I decided to stay an' make sure you din' fall off."
"Why didn't you just wake me up?"
"You looked so peaceful, I thought I'd jus' let you sleep."
"Uh huh. Here's your jacket."
"T'anks chere. Guess we better be gettin' down to breakfast," and with that he stepped to the edge and jumped on a tree branch and then down to the ground. "Comin' chere?" he called up.
"Be right down," she answered. Rogue stopped for a moment to look across the tree tops as the dream played itself over again in her head. She looked down at her gloved hands and clenched them into fists. She shook off her urge to cry.
"Come on chere, Wolverine's gonna clear de table before we you get here!"
"I heard that Cajun!!"
"Ah'm comin' Remy!"
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She found Rogue on top of the mansion's roof. With incredible ease, Storm raised a wind to lift her to the roof top and drifted over to where Rogue was sitting.
"Do you wish to talk Rogue?" she asked.
"No, just leave me alone, Storm," she turned her head away.
"I do not believe I would be a good friend or teammate if I did that."
"Storm, just please, go. Ah wanna be by mahself."
"And I want to find out what is troubling a good friend."
Rogue jerked her head back towards Storm and glared. She glared back. "Fine," she sighed, "talk til your lungs collapse. Ah really don't care right now."
Storm sat next to her friend. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Ah suppose."
Storm let out a sigh. The two women were quiet for several moments.
"Do you ever get tired of it, Storm?
"Tired of what?"
"Everything...the X-men, the search for Destiny's Diaries, bein' a mutant....everything."
"Sometimes, I suppose, but then I remember what a gift it's been for me. Sharing time with my fellow teammates, side by side, through good and bad. I wouldn't change those experiences for anything." She glanced over at Rogue, "Why?"
"Because Ah'm tired Storm. Ah'm tired 'o not bein' able to touch anyone, hearin' all these voices in mah head, bein' distant from everyone Ah care about...Ah'm just tired 'o life." There were tears in her eyes. Suddenly, Storm felt very uncomfortable, she wasn't use to seeing Rogue cry.
"Is this about Gambit?"
"Part of it, yeah."
"He was in your dream?"
She nodded, "He's always there."
"So you've had this dream before?"
"Off an' on for 'bout two weeks now."
"We've never heard anything before now."
"Never been this bad."
"I see. What happens in these dreams?"
"Everyone Ah touch dies..."
Storm was stunned into silence.
Rogue looked straight at her. "Storm, Ah think mah powers are changin', and not for the better."
Storm blinked as if she had just woken up. She was silent for several minutes, then spoke again, "You should talk to Xavier."
"Ain't he the guy we're not suppose t' trust?"
"Only in matters concerning the diaries. This is another matter all together. If your powers are indeed becoming worse, he is the only one who can help you."
"Ah'll talk to him in the mornin'."
Storm looked hard at her, then softened. "Very well, until then, why don't you come inside and get some rest?"
"You're right, it really is a beautiful night. Ah think Ah'll stay out a bit longer...."
Storm nodded, "Goodnight Rogue."
"'Night Storm."
Rogue watched as Storm glided off the roof and fell soundlessly to the ground. For a moment, she envied her. Her ability to fly was part of her mutant gift, it wasn't stolen. She could touch anyone she wanted without ever hurting them. She lost track of time and eventually drifted off to an uneventful, if not peaceful sleep.
She awoke the next morning, still on the roof. She felt something over her, like a jacket. She opened her eyes to see a silhouette against teh rising sun. She noticed the faint glow of a cigarette.
"Gambit," she muttered.
"Mornin' chere. Sleep well?"
"What are you doin' up here Remy?"
"Stormy told me you were up here so I thought I'd check on you. When I got up here, I saw dat you were asleep so I decided to stay an' make sure you din' fall off."
"Why didn't you just wake me up?"
"You looked so peaceful, I thought I'd jus' let you sleep."
"Uh huh. Here's your jacket."
"T'anks chere. Guess we better be gettin' down to breakfast," and with that he stepped to the edge and jumped on a tree branch and then down to the ground. "Comin' chere?" he called up.
"Be right down," she answered. Rogue stopped for a moment to look across the tree tops as the dream played itself over again in her head. She looked down at her gloved hands and clenched them into fists. She shook off her urge to cry.
"Come on chere, Wolverine's gonna clear de table before we you get here!"
"I heard that Cajun!!"
"Ah'm comin' Remy!"
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So what do ya think? Please, review! I don't know if I'm doing a good job if you folks don't review!
I'll try to post once a week provided I'm not swamped with homework and essays. Thanks to everybody who've already responded.