A/N: Hey! Okay, I guess there are a few more chapters for now. You talked
me into it. I also found out that there was too much information for one
chapter. This chapter takes into account "The Toad, the Witch, and the
Wardrobe". BTW, Kurt goes to church in my AU.
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"Hey, Ah'm home!" Rogue pocketed her keys and dropped her satchel on the floor. Bobby raced by, waving at her with a diary in hand. With his other hand, he made an ice-slide for himself and used his momentum to speed past.
"Bobby! I'm going to kill you!" Amara raced after Bobby and her diary, hair ablaze and ready to throw a fireball. Rogue stepped in Amara's path, and scowled. Magma skidded to a halt, ending an inch away from Rogue.
"Ah'm not cleanin' this place up. If ya're smart, ya won't throw that." Rogue looked pointedly at the fireball still blazing in Amara's palm.
"Oh. Oops?" Amara's hair became black again as she swallowed the flame back into her body. Forgetting why she had been so set on catching Bobby, she said, "You're back from doing the project with that guy? Who is he, anyway?"
"His name's Truman. Just a normal guy, really." Rogue shrugged. "Have ya seen Kurt?"
Amara nodded. "Yeah, he's around. This guy, he's not being your friend just for your powers, right?" She placed a hand on Bobby's ice-slide and melted it into a long puddle.
Rogue crossed her arms. "He's not lahke that." At Amara's skeptical look, she said, "Honestly! He doesn't even know what mah powers are. He just knows what it's lahke ta be ignored."
Amara placed her hands on her hips and adapted a haughty look. "Okay. Believe that. Kurt's probably in the kitchen."
Rogue smirked. "An' Bobby's probably halfway through someone's diary."
Amara growled and took off, following the puddle trail of Iceman. Rogue grimaced and made her way to the kitchen. The students here used their powers without thought, making their way easier whenever they could. Even more reason to not have let Truman visit. Let him become comfortable with one mutant at a time. She opened the kitchen door, and the blue, forked tail flicking from the refrigerator gave her a clue as to where Kurt had positioned himself.
Rogue leaned against the doorjamb. "Ya gonna leave any food for me?" Kurt looked over the door of the fridge, an apple in his mouth. He registered who it was, and nodded vigorously. Rogue caught the orange he tossed her and sat at the table. "How's Amanda?"
"How's zat lackey of Magneto's?" Kurt replied. He sat down opposite Rogue, and noticed her surprised expression. He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, won't bring zat up. Amanda's fine." He looked down. "Can't say ze same for her house. Or her parents."
"From what Ah hear, it wasn't th' most ideal meeting situation. Just give her time to talk them inta likin' ya." Rogue began peeling her orange. "Meantime, she's still yer girlfriend."
"Ja, zat's true." Kurt finished his apple and moved on to a carton of ice cream. "Vant some?" he mumbled to Rogue. When she nodded, he said, "Get a spoon."
Rogue rummaged through the utensil drawer and discovered a clean tablespoon. "Hey, Kurt, ya free on Sunday?"
Kurt dug his spoon into the ice cream. "Ja, after church. Vhat have you got planned, Rogue?"
"Ah'm goin' ta visit a little girl. Ah asked Truman if ya can come along."
"You asked who? Vhy is zis little frauline so special?"
"Millie doesn't fit th' definition of 'normal'. She's also Truman's little sistah."
Kurt almost dropped his spoon. "Vhat do you mean, not normal? She's a mutant?" He jumped up. "Vhy didn't Cerebro find her?"
"Whoa, Kurt!" Rogue tapped him on the hand with her spoon. "She ain't a mutant!"
"No?"
"Not a hint o' the X gene."
Kurt sat down again. "Vhat's not normal, zen?"
"The wheelchair. Severe disabilities. Take yer pick." Kurt's yellow eyes almost popped out of his head. "Truman invited me to meet her, and Ah invited ya. She doesn't look natural, sorta like ya, only she cain't hide behind a mask."
"I'll come, Rogue."
"Inducer?"
"Ja. One zing at a time."
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There we go! Please tell me if you'd like to see the car ride to the center, or if you'd like to go directly to finally meeting Millie. I am glad that you like this. If you don't, tough noogies.
**
"Hey, Ah'm home!" Rogue pocketed her keys and dropped her satchel on the floor. Bobby raced by, waving at her with a diary in hand. With his other hand, he made an ice-slide for himself and used his momentum to speed past.
"Bobby! I'm going to kill you!" Amara raced after Bobby and her diary, hair ablaze and ready to throw a fireball. Rogue stepped in Amara's path, and scowled. Magma skidded to a halt, ending an inch away from Rogue.
"Ah'm not cleanin' this place up. If ya're smart, ya won't throw that." Rogue looked pointedly at the fireball still blazing in Amara's palm.
"Oh. Oops?" Amara's hair became black again as she swallowed the flame back into her body. Forgetting why she had been so set on catching Bobby, she said, "You're back from doing the project with that guy? Who is he, anyway?"
"His name's Truman. Just a normal guy, really." Rogue shrugged. "Have ya seen Kurt?"
Amara nodded. "Yeah, he's around. This guy, he's not being your friend just for your powers, right?" She placed a hand on Bobby's ice-slide and melted it into a long puddle.
Rogue crossed her arms. "He's not lahke that." At Amara's skeptical look, she said, "Honestly! He doesn't even know what mah powers are. He just knows what it's lahke ta be ignored."
Amara placed her hands on her hips and adapted a haughty look. "Okay. Believe that. Kurt's probably in the kitchen."
Rogue smirked. "An' Bobby's probably halfway through someone's diary."
Amara growled and took off, following the puddle trail of Iceman. Rogue grimaced and made her way to the kitchen. The students here used their powers without thought, making their way easier whenever they could. Even more reason to not have let Truman visit. Let him become comfortable with one mutant at a time. She opened the kitchen door, and the blue, forked tail flicking from the refrigerator gave her a clue as to where Kurt had positioned himself.
Rogue leaned against the doorjamb. "Ya gonna leave any food for me?" Kurt looked over the door of the fridge, an apple in his mouth. He registered who it was, and nodded vigorously. Rogue caught the orange he tossed her and sat at the table. "How's Amanda?"
"How's zat lackey of Magneto's?" Kurt replied. He sat down opposite Rogue, and noticed her surprised expression. He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, won't bring zat up. Amanda's fine." He looked down. "Can't say ze same for her house. Or her parents."
"From what Ah hear, it wasn't th' most ideal meeting situation. Just give her time to talk them inta likin' ya." Rogue began peeling her orange. "Meantime, she's still yer girlfriend."
"Ja, zat's true." Kurt finished his apple and moved on to a carton of ice cream. "Vant some?" he mumbled to Rogue. When she nodded, he said, "Get a spoon."
Rogue rummaged through the utensil drawer and discovered a clean tablespoon. "Hey, Kurt, ya free on Sunday?"
Kurt dug his spoon into the ice cream. "Ja, after church. Vhat have you got planned, Rogue?"
"Ah'm goin' ta visit a little girl. Ah asked Truman if ya can come along."
"You asked who? Vhy is zis little frauline so special?"
"Millie doesn't fit th' definition of 'normal'. She's also Truman's little sistah."
Kurt almost dropped his spoon. "Vhat do you mean, not normal? She's a mutant?" He jumped up. "Vhy didn't Cerebro find her?"
"Whoa, Kurt!" Rogue tapped him on the hand with her spoon. "She ain't a mutant!"
"No?"
"Not a hint o' the X gene."
Kurt sat down again. "Vhat's not normal, zen?"
"The wheelchair. Severe disabilities. Take yer pick." Kurt's yellow eyes almost popped out of his head. "Truman invited me to meet her, and Ah invited ya. She doesn't look natural, sorta like ya, only she cain't hide behind a mask."
"I'll come, Rogue."
"Inducer?"
"Ja. One zing at a time."
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There we go! Please tell me if you'd like to see the car ride to the center, or if you'd like to go directly to finally meeting Millie. I am glad that you like this. If you don't, tough noogies.