Still Holding Out For You
By Lady Trunks
Part 24
Carla- Of course I wouldn't hurt them... Well, no more than absolutly necessary. ^^ And I have the same problem, I would rather read than write.
Nightshade- She's going to need it... dun, dun, dunnnnnnnnnnnn. Or not. I really don't know.
HoneyBug16- hehehe. Oh, if you knew what I know. Actually, I really don't know. But I'm sure it will be a surprise (to me at least)!
X-DarkHorizon-X- Well, I like it. It's subjective I guess. I hope you're feeling better.
Ellen- I think he's totally cute (and I sound like Kitty *shudders*). Well, I'm not sure if you would be the first. He does tend to be portrayed more as a light hearted character. I have read several angst fics that have had Bobby in them, but they weren't specifically about him. So you might actually be. If not, then you'll certainly be one of the few.
Syrenwytch- Well, it isn't her brains that she was known for. ^^ And for a made up character, I almost enjoy torturing her as much as Jean. And lots of people want Rogue to pay her back... I'll have to see what I can do.
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Pietro sat in the chair beside Rogue's hospital bed, once more in his regular clothes. After the incident where Jean had finally let lose and went off on Cherry, he had felt that nothing could top that, and had returned to the mansion. Besides, that was where he had wanted to be the entire time that he was gone.
He warily slouched down in the chair, it had been a while since he had had a restful night's sleep… to be precise it had been the Saturday before Rogue was in the accident. He just couldn't sleep without her by his side, and the chairs in the medical ward were not the comfiest furniture ever made, making it them nearly impossible to sleep comfortably in. He closed his eyes and was just drifting off into a light doze when he suddenly shot up. The machines hooked to Rogue's body all began going crazy, emitting loud beeping noises.
"Professor!" Pietro yelled, at the same time mentally projecting it to the telepath.
*We're on our way Pietro. * The professor instantly responded, taking the time to glance the boy's thoughts to discover the problem.
Pietro turned his attention back to Rogue. Suddenly, all at once, the noise from the machines completely stopped. Pietro stepped even closer until he was leaning over her, fearing the worst. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, and he almost recoiled at he sudden (and unexpected) action.
"Rogue?" He questioned, past the lump in his throat.
"Piety… Help me?" She pleaded.
"Of course. What…" But her eyes simply shut again, and she sank back against the bed once more unconscious.
After what seemed like an eternity to the boy (but in actuality was only a little over a minute), Professor Xavier and Mr. McCoy arrived in the room. Hank immediately rushed to the bed, and began checking her vitals while the Professor tried once again to probe her mind. He stopped soon after, realizing it was completely futile.
Hank finished his examination and stepped back. "Everything's normal, the exact same as she was earlier when I checked her."
"But everything went off! And she woke up! She talked to me!"
"Hmm," Hank replied thoughtfully, once again checking to make sure everything was working properly. "Nothing seems to be different with the machines." He looked up from Rogue and focused his attention on Pietro. "How have you been sleeping lately?"
Pietro immediately caught what he was implying. "I didn't imagine this Mr. McCoy. She woke up and talked to me. She needs help!" He then desperately turned his attention to the telepath. "Sir, you have to help her."
Professor Xavier sighed, rubbing his temples gingerly. "I tried. I still can't get into her mind. She won't let me through her shield. There's nothing we can do right now."
"So, you're just going to leave her on her own?" Pietro asked angrily.
"Rogue will be fine Pietro. We have to believe in that. She's strong." He placed a comforting hand on the boys arm, but he just shrugged it off, and went back to his chair practically seething with frustrated anger.
The two adults reluctantly left the boy there, knowing that there was nothing farther that they could do for either of the two.
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As the adults left the room, Jean and Kitty (the former having been woken by Pietro's projection) entered. They made there way over to Pietro, and both laid a comforting hand on each of Pietro's arm.
He glanced up at them briefly before returning his attention back to the bed before him.
"So, she really woke up? And said she needed help?" Kitty asked him quietly.
"Yes. But how can I help if I don't even know what's wrong? And the professor can't get past her shield to see what's wrong." He gave a defeated sigh, "Why can't I ever help her?"
"It's too bad you're not a telepath. I bet you could get through. She told us once that you were the only one that she could let in…" Her voice trailed off, realizing that that probably wouldn't be as comforting as she had intended it to be. To her surprise, however, instead of looking miserable at her words, he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time.
"You're-absolutely-right!! Why-didn't-I-think-of-that? I-don't-care-what-they-say-Kitty, you-are-definitely-not-an-airhead.
"Thanks." Kitty said after she had managed to translate what he said, then she seemed to realize exactly what he had said. "Hey, wait! Who said I was an airhead?!" She yelled at him, but he had already disappeared from the room. Kitty then turned her attention to the silent Jean, who was doing her best not to laugh. "Who said I was an airhead?! I want names! Someone is, like, totally going to die!"
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Just a little FYI, I probably won't update again until Tuesday, because I never update of Sunday and Monday's my birthday. So, you'll have to do without for the next two days. At least it wasn't a cliff hanger. ^_^
