Rogue sat in the furthest corner, her long black coat wrapped tightly
around her. She knew that she had come to a climax of her problems.
Everything seemed to have escalated out of control, all of her emotions,
and she needed to let go of them. She was scared. She was scared for
herself and more importantly, for those around her.
Charles Xavier's head filled with her silent pleas of forgiveness and her worries. Her shaking body was slowly growing less noticeable, but as Xavier knew, this was Rogues disguise for what she felt. He no longer felt anything but pity for this lonely girl who, for all anyone could tell, would never be able to really love another person in the rest of her existence.
He took a deep breath, realizing that his original reason for summoning her would have to be shunned to one side. He faced her and said in a soothing but stern voice, 'Rogue. At the beginning of this year I told everyone that people's mutations are gifts. I could see it then and still do now, that you believe that you are the exception. You are not. Just because your power, is as such uncontrollable, and has therefore caused accidents, it doesn't mean that this does not apply to you. Fate gave you these abilities, and one day you will appreciate them, and your time will come for you to be proud of them.'
She turned to him, a tear trickling down her cheek. 'How can I be proud of them, when all I do is hurt people?'
'Child, You cannot go on the way you are. You cannot hide beneath all of these layers. Maybe your skin has to be hidden, but you, as a person, do not have to stay masked. We need people like you in this school. To keep everything going..."
"Everyone is scared of me. You should know that. They ignore me now. Because of what I did to Lo." she stopped. The memory was still painful.
'People do not hate you. These things happen.." He made a mental reminder to talk to the students.
"You don't see Bobby freezing people do you?" Rogue continued, shaking slightly more.
He sighed. "Rogue. You have to pull yourself together. We are trying to help you. Either that, or I will be forced to ask you to take a holiday."
"Expel.?"
"No, not expel. I know a school, which is run by a friend of mine. You would stay there, and lodge with a couple, elderly, who would understa."
Her voice quivered. "But I don't want to go. I'm happy. Honest", forgetting that the professor could read emotions and minds.
He gave her a penetrating glance. "You haven't eaten for days. You stare out of the window in lessons, or so Scott and everyone else has reported. In fact you have become exceedingly distant from everyone. That does not sound happy to me."
There was a knock on the door. It was Storm. 'Come in." He turned to Rogue. 'Now you are to go with Storm, and you are going to eat something, and do exactly what she tells you. Firstly I think, we need to remove a few of those layers. Meet in the lobby in 5 minutes."
Rogue walked weakly out of the room. She felt dizzy. Maybe she had needed food. She didn't know what had come over her. She didn't notice a shadow trailing her back to her room, and down to the lobby. Nor did she notice Storm stay behind to have a few words to the Professor.
"Did you tell her Professor?"
He sighed. "I did not. She was certainly not ready for it today. It must wait my dear."
"Scott will not be happy" She replied, a slight grin on her serious face.
"Scott and Logan need to pull themselves together" Xavier said sharply. "Or they will find themselves in for a shock. Now, if you would excuse me. I believe you have an appointment."
And with a fleeting glance, Storm walked out of the room to meet Rogue.
TBC
Authors note: sorry I haven't got to the point yet. went on a bit longer than expected. Please review (first fic) and need some pointers. Thank you.
Charles Xavier's head filled with her silent pleas of forgiveness and her worries. Her shaking body was slowly growing less noticeable, but as Xavier knew, this was Rogues disguise for what she felt. He no longer felt anything but pity for this lonely girl who, for all anyone could tell, would never be able to really love another person in the rest of her existence.
He took a deep breath, realizing that his original reason for summoning her would have to be shunned to one side. He faced her and said in a soothing but stern voice, 'Rogue. At the beginning of this year I told everyone that people's mutations are gifts. I could see it then and still do now, that you believe that you are the exception. You are not. Just because your power, is as such uncontrollable, and has therefore caused accidents, it doesn't mean that this does not apply to you. Fate gave you these abilities, and one day you will appreciate them, and your time will come for you to be proud of them.'
She turned to him, a tear trickling down her cheek. 'How can I be proud of them, when all I do is hurt people?'
'Child, You cannot go on the way you are. You cannot hide beneath all of these layers. Maybe your skin has to be hidden, but you, as a person, do not have to stay masked. We need people like you in this school. To keep everything going..."
"Everyone is scared of me. You should know that. They ignore me now. Because of what I did to Lo." she stopped. The memory was still painful.
'People do not hate you. These things happen.." He made a mental reminder to talk to the students.
"You don't see Bobby freezing people do you?" Rogue continued, shaking slightly more.
He sighed. "Rogue. You have to pull yourself together. We are trying to help you. Either that, or I will be forced to ask you to take a holiday."
"Expel.?"
"No, not expel. I know a school, which is run by a friend of mine. You would stay there, and lodge with a couple, elderly, who would understa."
Her voice quivered. "But I don't want to go. I'm happy. Honest", forgetting that the professor could read emotions and minds.
He gave her a penetrating glance. "You haven't eaten for days. You stare out of the window in lessons, or so Scott and everyone else has reported. In fact you have become exceedingly distant from everyone. That does not sound happy to me."
There was a knock on the door. It was Storm. 'Come in." He turned to Rogue. 'Now you are to go with Storm, and you are going to eat something, and do exactly what she tells you. Firstly I think, we need to remove a few of those layers. Meet in the lobby in 5 minutes."
Rogue walked weakly out of the room. She felt dizzy. Maybe she had needed food. She didn't know what had come over her. She didn't notice a shadow trailing her back to her room, and down to the lobby. Nor did she notice Storm stay behind to have a few words to the Professor.
"Did you tell her Professor?"
He sighed. "I did not. She was certainly not ready for it today. It must wait my dear."
"Scott will not be happy" She replied, a slight grin on her serious face.
"Scott and Logan need to pull themselves together" Xavier said sharply. "Or they will find themselves in for a shock. Now, if you would excuse me. I believe you have an appointment."
And with a fleeting glance, Storm walked out of the room to meet Rogue.
TBC
Authors note: sorry I haven't got to the point yet. went on a bit longer than expected. Please review (first fic) and need some pointers. Thank you.