Author's Note: Hi again. It's me. And that's about all there is to say right now.
With the swing of her hips, Rogue walked in through the double doors of Professor Charles Xavier's school for the gifted. It felt good to be home again, she thought for a moment, then shook her head. She didn't have a home, she remembered. She had no past, as far as she was concerned.
She instinctively knew her way around, and she made her way to her first class. She was late, but she didn't mind. Rogue peeked through the crack between door and wall carefully, as so not to be seen. Professor Xavier was giving some sort a lecture; a boring one for sure. She couldn't be seen by him anyway, so she turned quietly and walked towards the kitchen. She grabbed a small bag of potato chips, then sprinted down to her room. Clipped footsteps were coming down the hall, several pairs of boots walking quickly. Rogue slid into her doorway just as three figures turned the corner. She tossed the bag aside and listened.
"No one's seen her? You're sure?" said a voice, a female's.
"Positive. She hasn't been seen since classes ended yesterday."
"Not even Bobby's seen her? Kitty or Jubilee?"
"No."
"It's not like her to just run off like that. That's Logan's job," a male's voice said with poorly concealed contempt.
The voices registered in her head. The first was Ororo Munroe, the second that of Jean Gray, and last was none other than Scott Summers. Rogue smiled. Scott hated Logan, and had since he'd first come here.
"Professor Xavier wants us to look into it as a kidnapping of some sort. There's no leads; she's just gone. But whatever it is, we have to be careful. If she's in the wrong hands, she could be used to wipe away the entire population again," said Jean Gray with a scolding tone. But then, her features would immediately relax back to their kind, sweet stance.
"A kidnapping? Shouldn't we wait another day for Rogue's return, just in case she did just… leave?" Ororo didn't want to think that Rogue had been taken again. She'd already been through so much, she thought, and she was so young.
"He doesn't want to take the chance that she could be in danger," said Scott, somewhat matter-of-factly.
Rogue smiled. They were worrying over her, and yet there was no need to. She stepped out of her door at just the right time. She walked into their paths and stumbled back onto the ground. Scott grabbed for her, but it was too late. Ororo and Jean reached out their hands to her and helped her stand up.
"Where have you been?" asked Scott as soon as she was back on her feet.
"I just had to… get away," Rogue lied easily.
"It's not like you Rogue. Is something wrong?" asked Jean, sounding much like her mother.
"I'm fine. I just needed a vacation."
Ororo raised an eyebrow at her. "From what?"
"Just… everything. School, my friends, this place. Plus, you know, see the world from Logan's eyes." God, she wanted Logan right now, but she'd have to settle for the ever chilling Bobby Drake.
"You didn't see him, did you?" The scorn was back in Scott's tone.
"No, I don't even know where he is," she lied again. Magneto had him pinpointed in case he ever needed him. She could get to him in an instant if she wanted, but she had a cover to hold up.
Scott grunted and Ororo sighed. Scott was probably thanking God for that, but Ororo missed his presence. She'd seen the weather goddess eye him. She wouldn't stand for it though. Logan would be hers, somehow, someway.
Someday.
"Well, we best get to the Professor and tell him you're back," said Jean. Rogue wondered for an instant if the phoenix had caught on, maybe if she'd read her mind, but then shook it off. Jean would go to the Professor first, like a good girl.
Rogue watched them walk away, listening to the clicks of their heels until she was sure they were gone. She rolled her eyes, then checked her watch. Twelve o'clock. It was time for lunch, and already she felt famished. She looked around first, then her of clicking heels made their way to the cafeteria.
Typical, she thought. Just as the normal people did, the young mutants had formed groups. Bobby and his friend, John Allerdyce, and her own, Kitty Pryde and Jubilee, all sat together. Only she was missing. She grabbed a tray without looking at the menu, then suddenly found herself seated next to the Iceman himself.
"Where were you?" Kitty and Jubilee said at once, in unison.
"Taking a break," said Rogue simply, in a manner of dismissal.
"From what?" asked Bobby, touching her gloved hand. Normally, she would've wished it was skin and not leather he could touch, but today she didn't even want him touching her. Her pulse beat against Logan's dog tags, reminding her to pretend, and so she let his hand remain.
"Everything. I… I needed to see things from the outside. To kind of see how Logan lives."
"I see." Bobby liked to avoid the subject of Logan at all costs. He knew the man was just like a brother to Rogue, but still, the thought of her around him drove him insane. Rogue was his; he loved her. He just hadn't told her yet.
Silence followed his words. His friends knew how he felt about Logan, but again, Rogue didn't. Bobby picked up his fork and picked at his food. He'd learned the habit from Rogue, he suddenly realized.
"God, these seats are so damn hard! Don't they have any with cushions around here?" Rogue suddenly exclaimed. Jubilee looked up, gaping. It was unlike for Rogue to cuss, especially in a large group. Several other people at surrounding tables looked over at her, then went back to eating. Rogue shoved her plate forward, folded her arms, then leaned back with a scowl.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Kitty. She shook her head. Rogue wasn't herself.
"Nothing, okay?"
"Rogue, if you're that uncomfortable, you can sit on my jacket," Bobby said, and pulled it off his arms. She took the jacket from him, then hung it on the back of her chair.
"I've got a better idea," she murmured and she stood up. She shoved Bobby back away from the table, then swung one leg over his lap and straddled him. She placed her hands on his cheeks, looking down into his ice blue eyes. He looked back up at her with confusion, and she just smiled.
Rogue brought her lips down onto his, crushing them with a force she's drawn from nowhere. She hadn't had a good kiss in awhile, and passion rippled through her. She pictured Logan's face underneath her, instead of the pair of ice cold lips that responded to her. She felt a felt a chill creep into her lips, and, fearing for her tongue, she withdrew, grinning coyly.
"What was that about? Why… How… When… What happened?" Bobby stuttered, failing to compose herself. She smiled, smugly. She knew she was good.
"Jean fixed me. I can touch you all I want." She smiled inside too. She lied quite easily. She ran her fingers through his hair, then planted a small kiss on his forehead.
"How?"
"Some sort of a miracle breakthrough. It's science. I don't understand it. But don't say anything, 'kay? No one's supposed to know yet, until we know it really does work."
Behind and beside her, four face gaped, then nodded. Rogue had definitely changed overnight.
"I'll see you tonight, Bobby," she purred. She stood up, and with the swing of her curved hips, she walked off again.
Author's Note: I LOVE SUMMER! I can finally write whenever, wherever… Well, not when I'm working. I don't like my job, so I'm going to quit and waitress soon.
I've got everyone pair off but Ororo and Logan. I'm contemplating it, since Kurt's nowhere to be seen yet (Nightcrawler. where art thou, Nightcrawler?). Or I might create a new character. (I'm kinda against that one, but you decide!) What do you think?? I'll take a semi-poll kinda thing and see what you think. Oh, and for those of you who've read it, should I put an epilogue on Crimson Regrets?? (And for those of you who haven't, why not?) You can tell me both in a review.
Anywhoo, how did you like? Expect another chapter sometime soon, I promise. Thanks for all the previous reviews, and I hope for more!!
With the swing of her hips, Rogue walked in through the double doors of Professor Charles Xavier's school for the gifted. It felt good to be home again, she thought for a moment, then shook her head. She didn't have a home, she remembered. She had no past, as far as she was concerned.
She instinctively knew her way around, and she made her way to her first class. She was late, but she didn't mind. Rogue peeked through the crack between door and wall carefully, as so not to be seen. Professor Xavier was giving some sort a lecture; a boring one for sure. She couldn't be seen by him anyway, so she turned quietly and walked towards the kitchen. She grabbed a small bag of potato chips, then sprinted down to her room. Clipped footsteps were coming down the hall, several pairs of boots walking quickly. Rogue slid into her doorway just as three figures turned the corner. She tossed the bag aside and listened.
"No one's seen her? You're sure?" said a voice, a female's.
"Positive. She hasn't been seen since classes ended yesterday."
"Not even Bobby's seen her? Kitty or Jubilee?"
"No."
"It's not like her to just run off like that. That's Logan's job," a male's voice said with poorly concealed contempt.
The voices registered in her head. The first was Ororo Munroe, the second that of Jean Gray, and last was none other than Scott Summers. Rogue smiled. Scott hated Logan, and had since he'd first come here.
"Professor Xavier wants us to look into it as a kidnapping of some sort. There's no leads; she's just gone. But whatever it is, we have to be careful. If she's in the wrong hands, she could be used to wipe away the entire population again," said Jean Gray with a scolding tone. But then, her features would immediately relax back to their kind, sweet stance.
"A kidnapping? Shouldn't we wait another day for Rogue's return, just in case she did just… leave?" Ororo didn't want to think that Rogue had been taken again. She'd already been through so much, she thought, and she was so young.
"He doesn't want to take the chance that she could be in danger," said Scott, somewhat matter-of-factly.
Rogue smiled. They were worrying over her, and yet there was no need to. She stepped out of her door at just the right time. She walked into their paths and stumbled back onto the ground. Scott grabbed for her, but it was too late. Ororo and Jean reached out their hands to her and helped her stand up.
"Where have you been?" asked Scott as soon as she was back on her feet.
"I just had to… get away," Rogue lied easily.
"It's not like you Rogue. Is something wrong?" asked Jean, sounding much like her mother.
"I'm fine. I just needed a vacation."
Ororo raised an eyebrow at her. "From what?"
"Just… everything. School, my friends, this place. Plus, you know, see the world from Logan's eyes." God, she wanted Logan right now, but she'd have to settle for the ever chilling Bobby Drake.
"You didn't see him, did you?" The scorn was back in Scott's tone.
"No, I don't even know where he is," she lied again. Magneto had him pinpointed in case he ever needed him. She could get to him in an instant if she wanted, but she had a cover to hold up.
Scott grunted and Ororo sighed. Scott was probably thanking God for that, but Ororo missed his presence. She'd seen the weather goddess eye him. She wouldn't stand for it though. Logan would be hers, somehow, someway.
Someday.
"Well, we best get to the Professor and tell him you're back," said Jean. Rogue wondered for an instant if the phoenix had caught on, maybe if she'd read her mind, but then shook it off. Jean would go to the Professor first, like a good girl.
Rogue watched them walk away, listening to the clicks of their heels until she was sure they were gone. She rolled her eyes, then checked her watch. Twelve o'clock. It was time for lunch, and already she felt famished. She looked around first, then her of clicking heels made their way to the cafeteria.
Typical, she thought. Just as the normal people did, the young mutants had formed groups. Bobby and his friend, John Allerdyce, and her own, Kitty Pryde and Jubilee, all sat together. Only she was missing. She grabbed a tray without looking at the menu, then suddenly found herself seated next to the Iceman himself.
"Where were you?" Kitty and Jubilee said at once, in unison.
"Taking a break," said Rogue simply, in a manner of dismissal.
"From what?" asked Bobby, touching her gloved hand. Normally, she would've wished it was skin and not leather he could touch, but today she didn't even want him touching her. Her pulse beat against Logan's dog tags, reminding her to pretend, and so she let his hand remain.
"Everything. I… I needed to see things from the outside. To kind of see how Logan lives."
"I see." Bobby liked to avoid the subject of Logan at all costs. He knew the man was just like a brother to Rogue, but still, the thought of her around him drove him insane. Rogue was his; he loved her. He just hadn't told her yet.
Silence followed his words. His friends knew how he felt about Logan, but again, Rogue didn't. Bobby picked up his fork and picked at his food. He'd learned the habit from Rogue, he suddenly realized.
"God, these seats are so damn hard! Don't they have any with cushions around here?" Rogue suddenly exclaimed. Jubilee looked up, gaping. It was unlike for Rogue to cuss, especially in a large group. Several other people at surrounding tables looked over at her, then went back to eating. Rogue shoved her plate forward, folded her arms, then leaned back with a scowl.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Kitty. She shook her head. Rogue wasn't herself.
"Nothing, okay?"
"Rogue, if you're that uncomfortable, you can sit on my jacket," Bobby said, and pulled it off his arms. She took the jacket from him, then hung it on the back of her chair.
"I've got a better idea," she murmured and she stood up. She shoved Bobby back away from the table, then swung one leg over his lap and straddled him. She placed her hands on his cheeks, looking down into his ice blue eyes. He looked back up at her with confusion, and she just smiled.
Rogue brought her lips down onto his, crushing them with a force she's drawn from nowhere. She hadn't had a good kiss in awhile, and passion rippled through her. She pictured Logan's face underneath her, instead of the pair of ice cold lips that responded to her. She felt a felt a chill creep into her lips, and, fearing for her tongue, she withdrew, grinning coyly.
"What was that about? Why… How… When… What happened?" Bobby stuttered, failing to compose herself. She smiled, smugly. She knew she was good.
"Jean fixed me. I can touch you all I want." She smiled inside too. She lied quite easily. She ran her fingers through his hair, then planted a small kiss on his forehead.
"How?"
"Some sort of a miracle breakthrough. It's science. I don't understand it. But don't say anything, 'kay? No one's supposed to know yet, until we know it really does work."
Behind and beside her, four face gaped, then nodded. Rogue had definitely changed overnight.
"I'll see you tonight, Bobby," she purred. She stood up, and with the swing of her curved hips, she walked off again.
Author's Note: I LOVE SUMMER! I can finally write whenever, wherever… Well, not when I'm working. I don't like my job, so I'm going to quit and waitress soon.
I've got everyone pair off but Ororo and Logan. I'm contemplating it, since Kurt's nowhere to be seen yet (Nightcrawler. where art thou, Nightcrawler?). Or I might create a new character. (I'm kinda against that one, but you decide!) What do you think?? I'll take a semi-poll kinda thing and see what you think. Oh, and for those of you who've read it, should I put an epilogue on Crimson Regrets?? (And for those of you who haven't, why not?) You can tell me both in a review.
Anywhoo, how did you like? Expect another chapter sometime soon, I promise. Thanks for all the previous reviews, and I hope for more!!
