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A/N. It's been awhile, sorry for that. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I've determined to write it despite my muse being on strike. And to the reviewers, thank you--it's nice to know that people are actually reading this story.
Rogue's eyes opened slowly and she sat up in the chair she had fallen asleep in. She stretched to get the kinks out of her muscles, but the pain from said muscles caused her to stop almost immediately.
She glanced over to the sofa on which Bobby was laying. Or was supposed to be laying. Panicking, she stood up and hurried into the kitchen to see if anyone had seen him. She rounded the corner and stopped short at the scene before her. Bobby and Lance were in front of the stove, talking and cracking jokes while helping Freddy make pancakes.
"BOBBY!" she yelled, no longer worried, just angry. "Don't ya evah do that ta meh again! Ya scared meh ta death!"
Bobby looked at her and tried to look remorseful, and failed miserably. "Sorry, Rogue, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there, I didn't want to wake you, and..." he trailed off as Rogue started yelling again.
"Ah don't care! Ya have no rahgt ta scare meh lahke that!" She continued more quietly. "You an' meh an' Jamie are all that's left, an' Ah don't want ta lose ya." She looked away as she spoke, and as soon as she finished, hurried out of the kitchen and back to Jamie's side.
Bobby, Lance, and Freddy just stared.
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Several hours later, Rogue was still with Jamie, holding his hand and staring quietly at his serene face. Freddy had brought her some pancakes and some juice, but they sat untouched on the floor. She wasn't hungry, and knew she wouldn't be until Jamie woke up. Rogue refused to accept that Jamie could still die; she insisted to herself that he would be fine, and wake up any second.
Bobby was worried, too, but for different reasons. If the intruders had learned that they had left survivors, the intruders would hunt them down and most likely kill them, and the Brotherhood too. He didn't know what to do--that had always been Scott's job.
Anal little Scott. He had been so irritating, but now Bobby regretted all the times he had made fun of him and griped about chores or the Danger Room. He missed Sam, and Kurt and Kitty, he even missed Jean, now that he knew she was gone.
And Rogue. She had always been distant. Kurt and Kitty had been her only friends; Bobby and Jamie only sort-of were. What would she do now? She had no family to go home to, no money, no transportation, and no means of survival. Bobby sighed, and headed off to find Lance--maybe he could take his mind off his problems.
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Rogue watched Jamie and thought back to when she had first met him. All of the New Recruits had been terrified of her, especially Jamie. She hadn't spent much time with them, but she had begun to notice Jamie's mistreatment. He was teased, bullied, and excluded by the others because of his age, and she had started to feel bad for the little guy. Rogue knew what it was like to be ignored and unwanted, so she began to go out of her way to be friendly to Jamie--sneaking him cookies from Kurt's stash, helping him play pranks on Ray and Bobby, tutoring him in math and science.
And now, he was helpless.
She watched his little chest rise and fall with his breathing, and tears began to fall again. Not many, for she held most back, but a few, and one landed on the hand that grasped Jamie's. She started at the unexpected drop, and looked back at Jamie's face.
His eyelids fluttered open for a moment, and he gave a faint smile as he focused on the figure beside him. "I love you Rogue," he whispered feebly. His eyes closed, and Rogue squeezed his hand, smiling as her tears stopped. She leaned over and kissed his forehead, through his hair, and whispered, "Ah love you, too, Jamie."
She sat by his side for several more hours, watching him breathe, until his chest failed to move again.
Leaning over him again, she pressed another kiss to his brow. "G'bye, Jamie. Ah love ya," she whispered.
Letting go of his hand, she moved the blanket to cover him completely and then walked to the window. She stood there, looking blankly out, fighting desperately not to cry. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see Bobby standing there, sorrow and tears filling his eyes. Wordlessly, he opened his arms, and she stepped into them. Burying her face in his shoulder, she let the tears fall, mourning for Jamie and Kitty and Kurt and Amara and everyone else. Bobby cried, too; and they stood there for a long time, not saying anything, comforting each other the best they could.
A/N. It's been awhile, sorry for that. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I've determined to write it despite my muse being on strike. And to the reviewers, thank you--it's nice to know that people are actually reading this story.
Rogue's eyes opened slowly and she sat up in the chair she had fallen asleep in. She stretched to get the kinks out of her muscles, but the pain from said muscles caused her to stop almost immediately.
She glanced over to the sofa on which Bobby was laying. Or was supposed to be laying. Panicking, she stood up and hurried into the kitchen to see if anyone had seen him. She rounded the corner and stopped short at the scene before her. Bobby and Lance were in front of the stove, talking and cracking jokes while helping Freddy make pancakes.
"BOBBY!" she yelled, no longer worried, just angry. "Don't ya evah do that ta meh again! Ya scared meh ta death!"
Bobby looked at her and tried to look remorseful, and failed miserably. "Sorry, Rogue, but you looked so peaceful sleeping there, I didn't want to wake you, and..." he trailed off as Rogue started yelling again.
"Ah don't care! Ya have no rahgt ta scare meh lahke that!" She continued more quietly. "You an' meh an' Jamie are all that's left, an' Ah don't want ta lose ya." She looked away as she spoke, and as soon as she finished, hurried out of the kitchen and back to Jamie's side.
Bobby, Lance, and Freddy just stared.
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Several hours later, Rogue was still with Jamie, holding his hand and staring quietly at his serene face. Freddy had brought her some pancakes and some juice, but they sat untouched on the floor. She wasn't hungry, and knew she wouldn't be until Jamie woke up. Rogue refused to accept that Jamie could still die; she insisted to herself that he would be fine, and wake up any second.
Bobby was worried, too, but for different reasons. If the intruders had learned that they had left survivors, the intruders would hunt them down and most likely kill them, and the Brotherhood too. He didn't know what to do--that had always been Scott's job.
Anal little Scott. He had been so irritating, but now Bobby regretted all the times he had made fun of him and griped about chores or the Danger Room. He missed Sam, and Kurt and Kitty, he even missed Jean, now that he knew she was gone.
And Rogue. She had always been distant. Kurt and Kitty had been her only friends; Bobby and Jamie only sort-of were. What would she do now? She had no family to go home to, no money, no transportation, and no means of survival. Bobby sighed, and headed off to find Lance--maybe he could take his mind off his problems.
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Rogue watched Jamie and thought back to when she had first met him. All of the New Recruits had been terrified of her, especially Jamie. She hadn't spent much time with them, but she had begun to notice Jamie's mistreatment. He was teased, bullied, and excluded by the others because of his age, and she had started to feel bad for the little guy. Rogue knew what it was like to be ignored and unwanted, so she began to go out of her way to be friendly to Jamie--sneaking him cookies from Kurt's stash, helping him play pranks on Ray and Bobby, tutoring him in math and science.
And now, he was helpless.
She watched his little chest rise and fall with his breathing, and tears began to fall again. Not many, for she held most back, but a few, and one landed on the hand that grasped Jamie's. She started at the unexpected drop, and looked back at Jamie's face.
His eyelids fluttered open for a moment, and he gave a faint smile as he focused on the figure beside him. "I love you Rogue," he whispered feebly. His eyes closed, and Rogue squeezed his hand, smiling as her tears stopped. She leaned over and kissed his forehead, through his hair, and whispered, "Ah love you, too, Jamie."
She sat by his side for several more hours, watching him breathe, until his chest failed to move again.
Leaning over him again, she pressed another kiss to his brow. "G'bye, Jamie. Ah love ya," she whispered.
Letting go of his hand, she moved the blanket to cover him completely and then walked to the window. She stood there, looking blankly out, fighting desperately not to cry. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see Bobby standing there, sorrow and tears filling his eyes. Wordlessly, he opened his arms, and she stepped into them. Burying her face in his shoulder, she let the tears fall, mourning for Jamie and Kitty and Kurt and Amara and everyone else. Bobby cried, too; and they stood there for a long time, not saying anything, comforting each other the best they could.
