A/N: IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED THIS AND I REALLY, REALLY REGRET IT.
I ALMOST FORGOT HOW MUCH I LIKED X-MEN EVOLUTION AND THIS STORY. ANYWAY,
HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER. HOPW YOU GUYS HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS STORY.
THANKS FOR READING.
ENJOY.
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Mystique stood above the body of Wolverine which was sprawled on the ground.
"How pathetic." She muttered with disgust. Mystique finally found him after searching for quite a while. She had a bone to pick with him.
Logan groaned as he rolled over to his side. "Go ahead and kill me." He begged.
Mystique scoffed. "That's would be too easy. I'm going to watch you suffer." She said icily.
"I'm already suffering." He groaned. "I killed my only daughter."
Mystique kicked him hard on the stomach. "Don't call her 'your daughter'. She was mine."
"I'm sorry." He whispered brokenly.
"If you're so sorry, you're going to help me get her back." Mystique declared. "Now get of your sorry ass. We have work to do."
Wolverine looked up at her, his face worn from sobbing like a mad man over what he had done to Rogue. "What do you need me for? I killed her. I killed her." He muttered.
"The act doesn't fool me, Logan. Insanity won't bring you forgiveness. Help me get my daughter back and I'll try not to kill you for everything that you've done to ruin her future."
"I didn't mean it." Logan whimpered as he scrambled to get up miserably.
"No, none of us meant to kill her but in some way, we did kill a part of her." She said somewhat sadly.
"Don't blame yourself. You loved her." Logan said as he dusted dirt off of himself and looked at her sympathetically. He truly was sorry for all the hurt he gave to the woman and Rogue.
He and Mystique had their differences and they had tried countless times to kill each other but Logan truly blamed himself for all the pain this time.
He should have been able to see the clearer picture. Maybe if he had, Rogue wouldn't have died in the first place and the horrible mess they were all in now would not have happened.
He would always blame himself for that. Granted he wasn't the main reason the whole thing started but he did play a large part.
But it was too late for ifs and maybes. It was too late to act all sorry. Like Mystique said his insanity will not get him forgiveness.
"So what's the plan?" He asked as he walked beside her, limping slightly. Mystique had given him one hell of a fight.
"We're going to kill Xavier."
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Apocalypse smiled at her, his face obvious of his pride for Sahkmet's new accomplishments.
She smiled at him, glad of his approval. They were in Apocalypse's hideout, taking a few days off before they resumed their attack again.
Sakhmet had reported back to him and Apocalypse was proud of how she handled herself even without his supervision.
She stepped back from him and leaned against the wall, half listening to what he was saying to the others and half thinking to herself.
Despite how glad and relieved she was that Apocalypse approved of Jean's "termination", Sakhmet couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at her. Somehow, despite what Jean had done to her in her past life, she couldn't help but feel guilty for what she did.
It felt wrong. No matter how much she tried to justify her actions, a part of her still said that no one deserved what she did to Jean.
But what about what they did to you? What she did to you? Another part argued.
Sakhmet sighed feeling torn between her need for revenge and the other part of her that once was Rogue and now demanded that she play nice.
"I'm going to rest." She said out loud and exited the room.
Sakhmet raked her fingers through her hair as she walked down the halls towards her room. She hated herself for what she did and she also hated herself for feeling so damned guilty.
Jean Grey deserved every ounce of punishment she got.
Sakhmet sighed as she laid on her bed and closed her eyes, hoping to find peace in her sleep.
Slowly she drifted into sleep.
Half an hour later, she woke up, drenched in cold sweat, her eyes wet with tears. Breathing heavily, she sat up on her bed and folded her legs and hugged them.
She needed to see someone and she had to do it soon before Apocalypse or the rest of the group noticed that she was gone. Without a second thought, she teleported out of her room.
She found herself outside the brotherhood house, contemplating on whether she should knock or just waltz right in.
She could hear them arguing inside and she felt slightly uneasy to be just standing outside and listening.
Wringing her clammy hands, she turned the knob and pushed the door open.
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Pietro, Lance and Toad stopped in the midst of their argument and stared at Rogue who stood by the doorway, waiting for a reaction.
Wanda was just coming down the stairs, surprised but calm.
Fred almost choked on his potato chips as he scrambled to his feet.
Toad looked frightened as he ran to Wanda who tried her best to shove him away from her.
Rogue had her arms crossed in front of her, a stubborn and determined look on her face but her stance told them not to come too close or she would make them regret it.
It was Pietro who moved first, his heart beating so fast, he thought for sure that he was suffering a mild heart attack.
Instantly, Rogue backed away, her hand in front of them, putting more space between her and the rest of the group.
"We thought they killed you." Pietro said in utter disbelief. If he let himself, he would have cried then and there to find her alive and well.
"Surprise." She said sarcastically.
"What happened?" Pietro asked curiously. "We thought Jean and the X-men did you in for good."
Rogue scoffed. "I'm immortal remember?"
"Like, yo, she can't die." Toad said eagerly.
"Shut up!" Wanda told him.
"We know that idiot." Pietro hissed. Toad stuck his tongue at Pietro who shuddered. "Watch it, Toad, or you won't have a tongue in two seconds."
Lance cleared his throat and approached Rogue. She stepped back instinctively. "You're alive and that's all that matters." He said.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "I'm not here for the 'she's-back-from-the-dead' party and I sure as hell am not staying so don't get your pathetic hopes up."
"We're not expecting anything from you. We just want you back." Pietro explained.
"So you can have someone immortal and powerful on your side? So that you would tip the scales of power? Isn't that exactly what the X-men and Acolytes wanted from me?" She said incredulously.
"Actually, the Acolytes are hell bent on killing you and the X-men want to kill you if you're not on their side." Fred clarified as he returned to munching on his potato chips.
"So why are you here?" Wanda asked softly. She had a feeling Rogue wasn't up for fighting.
"Answers."
"We'll tell you everything. Just don't run off again." Pietro replied.
"We're doing this on my terms. I ask, you answer." Rogue said firmly.
"What do you want to know?" Lance asked.
"Everything."
"Fair enough." Pietro declared.
"But first," Toad interrupted. "You have to promise not to go all psychotic and kill all of us, yo."
Wanda kicked him subtly, taking the opportunity that he was standing next to her.
Lance and Pietro muttered curses. Pissing Rogue off was just what they needed to lose her again.
"Like I said, we're doing this on 'my' terms. If I find the need to kill one of you, I will." Rogue said icily as she glared at him.
"Listen, Rogue-" Lance said but was cut off.
"No, you listen." She interrupted as she boldly walked up to him. "First, my name is not Rogue. Get that straight. Second, this may be your territory but I have the power so don't get all cocky. I can snap your heads of in a heartbeat. Third, you tell me every damn thing that I want to know and if I find out you're lying-well, let's just say you won't live to regret it."
Lance shook his head at her. "You're right. You're not her. Rogue had at least some humanity in her. You don't. You're made of complete hatred."
She smirked at him. "Good boy. Now someone start talking before I get bored and destroy everything." She declared as she sat on the chair as if she belonged there.
"No, first you tell us what you did back at the X-mansion. We thought you were dead for good." Lance said firmly and he wasn't going to give her any information if she didn't answer.
Pietro gave him a look.
Lance ignored him.
Wanda and the rest of the group waited.
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm immortal; as in: invincible, all powerful and can't die no matter what." She said sarcastically.
"That's not what I asked." Lance said firmly.
Rogue wanted to stand up and strangle him slowly. "Here's the gist of it all: I switched our bodies so Jean and I could be mistaken for each other. Then I made them believe I, who was then in Jean's form, managed to defeat Rogue who was truly Jean. And the stupid X-men fell for it. Anyway, they froze her and threw her in the middle of God knows where until eternity."
"You got them to kill their own." Lance whispered in admiration. The act was truly evil but he couldn't help but be proud of her.
She definitely showed them.
"That's right, genius. The rest is history so can we please move on and get this over with so I can go home?"
"This is your home, Rogue. Here." Pietro said firmly.
Suddenly the floor began to shake and cracks started to form.
"Lance, what are you doing?" Toad asked frantically as he stumbled, almost taking Wanda down with him.
"It's not me!"
"What did I say to you?" Rogue asked angrily as she stood up from her seat.
"If you're going to tear the house with an earthquake, then forget getting any answers!" Lance said levelly.
Who did she think she was?
Wanda was just about to attack her full force.
The tremors subsided and Rogue stood in front of them angrily. "Fine." They were lucky that she still felt guilty for what she did to Jean. She would have killed them all in an instant.
"Good." Lance said firmly.
"Before we start walking down memory lane, let's get one important thing clear here: I decide where I belong. Don't try to convince me to think your way." She said coldly.
Suddenly Kurt, who was upstairs consoling a tearful Kitty 'ported right into the living room, wondering what had happened. "What happened?" He asked; his back turned to Rogue.
"So, an X-men in the Brotherhood house. How interesting." Rogue said angrily.
Kurt spun around, startled to see her. "Rogue, you're alive! Kitty's going to be so-" Kurt said but before he could finish, she had swung her arm at him and sent him across the room.
"Stop! This is not what he looks like." Pietro exclaimed.
"Really? You tried to trap me. You've been working with them the whole time!" Rogue yelled. "You're a liar! You're all the same!"
"Rogue please-" Pietro suddenly grabbed her arm and Rogue shoved him.
"No!" She yelled. The ground shook again and this time, the broken chandelier in the house fell as well as the rest of the measly decorations.
The house started to cave and everyone frantically searched for an exit. Rogue stalked out of the front door angrily.
Pietro ran after her while the others scrambled for safety.
"You have it all wrong! Kurt and Kitty came here to tell us what happened to you so we could save you. Listen me!" Pietro said as he caught up with her.
"Or was it to celebrate?" She taunted.
"We are not trying to kill you! Why can't you see that? We are on your side, no matter what Apocalypse made you believe!" He said angrily.
"No one's on my side." She glared at him. Why she didn't lash out or just leave was beyond her.
She had the power and opportunity to kill him and the rest of his treacherous team then and there but something held her back. There was something in his eyes that made her want to know more, despite the confusion that just occurred.
She was compelled to stay for some unknown reason.
She also knew that she couldn't go back to Apocalypse's lair at least not while she was not calm and thinking straight.
"I'm going to forgive you for ruining the only house that the Brotherhood has but don't you dare accuse us of trying to sabotage you. We care about you. We love you. I love you." Pietro said firmly as he grabbed her by the shoulders.
Strangely, she didn't push him away. Rogue just stood there, a skeptical look in her eyes.
"Then why did you let me die?" She finally asked softly as her eyes glistened with tears. It was the one thing that had been plaguing her since her memories partially returned.
She needed to know.
"We tried the best we could; I swear on my life, we did. We just weren't good enough. If I could change that day, I would." He said brokenly.
"But you can't Pietro." She answered. It was the first time Rogue had said his name in a long time. It almost sounded like the old her. "Now, I'm cursed with these memories and I don't want them."
"It's the only way I can get you back. You have to remember everything. Remember that I loved you, please." He begged.
She shook her head at him as she stepped away. "I can't remember that and I won't but I feel it. What were we Pietro?"
He shrugged dejectedly. "We never had the chance to become anything. You were taken from me." He replied.
Rogue shut her eyes tight. "You're lying. This is one of you plans." She said angrily as her once sad eyes turn bitter.
She couldn't believe what had just occurred. She had just bared herself; let her guard down for some damned memories.
Suddenly, she hated herself for feeling something whenever she looked at the speed demon.
"I'm not lying and I'll show you." Pietro said and in a heartbeat he pulled her towards his and kissed her softly.
Toad started cheering insanely, hoping up and down, around the rubble that used to be their house.
Fred smiled as he dug into the potato bag that he salvaged before the "wreckage".
Wanda muttered, "Finally."
Lance shook his head but smiled anyway. He couldn't help but be happy of what was happening despite losing their house.
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Hidden in the shadows, Death kept watch of the scene that was occurring.
Apocalypse was not going to be pleased with his young protégé once he finds out her little betrayal.
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A/N: THERE GOES ANOTHER CHAPTER. I FINALLY MADE SOMETHING MUSHY. THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEGINNING OF MORE MUSHINESS BETWEEN ROGUE AND PIETRO.
IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHY KURT AND KITTY WERE IN THE BROTHERHOOD HOUSE WELL, REMEMBER THAT IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER THEY WENT OVER THERE TO TELL THE BROTHERHOOD ABOUOT WHAT THEY THOUGHT HAPPENED TO ROGUE. WELL THEY STAYED AND I DIDN'T WANT TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE THING IN THIS CHAPTER.
ANYWAY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I NEED SOME IDEAS FOR THIS STORY. HOPE YOU LIKED IT.
PLEASE REVIEW.
ENJOY.
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Mystique stood above the body of Wolverine which was sprawled on the ground.
"How pathetic." She muttered with disgust. Mystique finally found him after searching for quite a while. She had a bone to pick with him.
Logan groaned as he rolled over to his side. "Go ahead and kill me." He begged.
Mystique scoffed. "That's would be too easy. I'm going to watch you suffer." She said icily.
"I'm already suffering." He groaned. "I killed my only daughter."
Mystique kicked him hard on the stomach. "Don't call her 'your daughter'. She was mine."
"I'm sorry." He whispered brokenly.
"If you're so sorry, you're going to help me get her back." Mystique declared. "Now get of your sorry ass. We have work to do."
Wolverine looked up at her, his face worn from sobbing like a mad man over what he had done to Rogue. "What do you need me for? I killed her. I killed her." He muttered.
"The act doesn't fool me, Logan. Insanity won't bring you forgiveness. Help me get my daughter back and I'll try not to kill you for everything that you've done to ruin her future."
"I didn't mean it." Logan whimpered as he scrambled to get up miserably.
"No, none of us meant to kill her but in some way, we did kill a part of her." She said somewhat sadly.
"Don't blame yourself. You loved her." Logan said as he dusted dirt off of himself and looked at her sympathetically. He truly was sorry for all the hurt he gave to the woman and Rogue.
He and Mystique had their differences and they had tried countless times to kill each other but Logan truly blamed himself for all the pain this time.
He should have been able to see the clearer picture. Maybe if he had, Rogue wouldn't have died in the first place and the horrible mess they were all in now would not have happened.
He would always blame himself for that. Granted he wasn't the main reason the whole thing started but he did play a large part.
But it was too late for ifs and maybes. It was too late to act all sorry. Like Mystique said his insanity will not get him forgiveness.
"So what's the plan?" He asked as he walked beside her, limping slightly. Mystique had given him one hell of a fight.
"We're going to kill Xavier."
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Apocalypse smiled at her, his face obvious of his pride for Sahkmet's new accomplishments.
She smiled at him, glad of his approval. They were in Apocalypse's hideout, taking a few days off before they resumed their attack again.
Sakhmet had reported back to him and Apocalypse was proud of how she handled herself even without his supervision.
She stepped back from him and leaned against the wall, half listening to what he was saying to the others and half thinking to herself.
Despite how glad and relieved she was that Apocalypse approved of Jean's "termination", Sakhmet couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at her. Somehow, despite what Jean had done to her in her past life, she couldn't help but feel guilty for what she did.
It felt wrong. No matter how much she tried to justify her actions, a part of her still said that no one deserved what she did to Jean.
But what about what they did to you? What she did to you? Another part argued.
Sakhmet sighed feeling torn between her need for revenge and the other part of her that once was Rogue and now demanded that she play nice.
"I'm going to rest." She said out loud and exited the room.
Sakhmet raked her fingers through her hair as she walked down the halls towards her room. She hated herself for what she did and she also hated herself for feeling so damned guilty.
Jean Grey deserved every ounce of punishment she got.
Sakhmet sighed as she laid on her bed and closed her eyes, hoping to find peace in her sleep.
Slowly she drifted into sleep.
Half an hour later, she woke up, drenched in cold sweat, her eyes wet with tears. Breathing heavily, she sat up on her bed and folded her legs and hugged them.
She needed to see someone and she had to do it soon before Apocalypse or the rest of the group noticed that she was gone. Without a second thought, she teleported out of her room.
She found herself outside the brotherhood house, contemplating on whether she should knock or just waltz right in.
She could hear them arguing inside and she felt slightly uneasy to be just standing outside and listening.
Wringing her clammy hands, she turned the knob and pushed the door open.
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Pietro, Lance and Toad stopped in the midst of their argument and stared at Rogue who stood by the doorway, waiting for a reaction.
Wanda was just coming down the stairs, surprised but calm.
Fred almost choked on his potato chips as he scrambled to his feet.
Toad looked frightened as he ran to Wanda who tried her best to shove him away from her.
Rogue had her arms crossed in front of her, a stubborn and determined look on her face but her stance told them not to come too close or she would make them regret it.
It was Pietro who moved first, his heart beating so fast, he thought for sure that he was suffering a mild heart attack.
Instantly, Rogue backed away, her hand in front of them, putting more space between her and the rest of the group.
"We thought they killed you." Pietro said in utter disbelief. If he let himself, he would have cried then and there to find her alive and well.
"Surprise." She said sarcastically.
"What happened?" Pietro asked curiously. "We thought Jean and the X-men did you in for good."
Rogue scoffed. "I'm immortal remember?"
"Like, yo, she can't die." Toad said eagerly.
"Shut up!" Wanda told him.
"We know that idiot." Pietro hissed. Toad stuck his tongue at Pietro who shuddered. "Watch it, Toad, or you won't have a tongue in two seconds."
Lance cleared his throat and approached Rogue. She stepped back instinctively. "You're alive and that's all that matters." He said.
Rogue rolled her eyes. "I'm not here for the 'she's-back-from-the-dead' party and I sure as hell am not staying so don't get your pathetic hopes up."
"We're not expecting anything from you. We just want you back." Pietro explained.
"So you can have someone immortal and powerful on your side? So that you would tip the scales of power? Isn't that exactly what the X-men and Acolytes wanted from me?" She said incredulously.
"Actually, the Acolytes are hell bent on killing you and the X-men want to kill you if you're not on their side." Fred clarified as he returned to munching on his potato chips.
"So why are you here?" Wanda asked softly. She had a feeling Rogue wasn't up for fighting.
"Answers."
"We'll tell you everything. Just don't run off again." Pietro replied.
"We're doing this on my terms. I ask, you answer." Rogue said firmly.
"What do you want to know?" Lance asked.
"Everything."
"Fair enough." Pietro declared.
"But first," Toad interrupted. "You have to promise not to go all psychotic and kill all of us, yo."
Wanda kicked him subtly, taking the opportunity that he was standing next to her.
Lance and Pietro muttered curses. Pissing Rogue off was just what they needed to lose her again.
"Like I said, we're doing this on 'my' terms. If I find the need to kill one of you, I will." Rogue said icily as she glared at him.
"Listen, Rogue-" Lance said but was cut off.
"No, you listen." She interrupted as she boldly walked up to him. "First, my name is not Rogue. Get that straight. Second, this may be your territory but I have the power so don't get all cocky. I can snap your heads of in a heartbeat. Third, you tell me every damn thing that I want to know and if I find out you're lying-well, let's just say you won't live to regret it."
Lance shook his head at her. "You're right. You're not her. Rogue had at least some humanity in her. You don't. You're made of complete hatred."
She smirked at him. "Good boy. Now someone start talking before I get bored and destroy everything." She declared as she sat on the chair as if she belonged there.
"No, first you tell us what you did back at the X-mansion. We thought you were dead for good." Lance said firmly and he wasn't going to give her any information if she didn't answer.
Pietro gave him a look.
Lance ignored him.
Wanda and the rest of the group waited.
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm immortal; as in: invincible, all powerful and can't die no matter what." She said sarcastically.
"That's not what I asked." Lance said firmly.
Rogue wanted to stand up and strangle him slowly. "Here's the gist of it all: I switched our bodies so Jean and I could be mistaken for each other. Then I made them believe I, who was then in Jean's form, managed to defeat Rogue who was truly Jean. And the stupid X-men fell for it. Anyway, they froze her and threw her in the middle of God knows where until eternity."
"You got them to kill their own." Lance whispered in admiration. The act was truly evil but he couldn't help but be proud of her.
She definitely showed them.
"That's right, genius. The rest is history so can we please move on and get this over with so I can go home?"
"This is your home, Rogue. Here." Pietro said firmly.
Suddenly the floor began to shake and cracks started to form.
"Lance, what are you doing?" Toad asked frantically as he stumbled, almost taking Wanda down with him.
"It's not me!"
"What did I say to you?" Rogue asked angrily as she stood up from her seat.
"If you're going to tear the house with an earthquake, then forget getting any answers!" Lance said levelly.
Who did she think she was?
Wanda was just about to attack her full force.
The tremors subsided and Rogue stood in front of them angrily. "Fine." They were lucky that she still felt guilty for what she did to Jean. She would have killed them all in an instant.
"Good." Lance said firmly.
"Before we start walking down memory lane, let's get one important thing clear here: I decide where I belong. Don't try to convince me to think your way." She said coldly.
Suddenly Kurt, who was upstairs consoling a tearful Kitty 'ported right into the living room, wondering what had happened. "What happened?" He asked; his back turned to Rogue.
"So, an X-men in the Brotherhood house. How interesting." Rogue said angrily.
Kurt spun around, startled to see her. "Rogue, you're alive! Kitty's going to be so-" Kurt said but before he could finish, she had swung her arm at him and sent him across the room.
"Stop! This is not what he looks like." Pietro exclaimed.
"Really? You tried to trap me. You've been working with them the whole time!" Rogue yelled. "You're a liar! You're all the same!"
"Rogue please-" Pietro suddenly grabbed her arm and Rogue shoved him.
"No!" She yelled. The ground shook again and this time, the broken chandelier in the house fell as well as the rest of the measly decorations.
The house started to cave and everyone frantically searched for an exit. Rogue stalked out of the front door angrily.
Pietro ran after her while the others scrambled for safety.
"You have it all wrong! Kurt and Kitty came here to tell us what happened to you so we could save you. Listen me!" Pietro said as he caught up with her.
"Or was it to celebrate?" She taunted.
"We are not trying to kill you! Why can't you see that? We are on your side, no matter what Apocalypse made you believe!" He said angrily.
"No one's on my side." She glared at him. Why she didn't lash out or just leave was beyond her.
She had the power and opportunity to kill him and the rest of his treacherous team then and there but something held her back. There was something in his eyes that made her want to know more, despite the confusion that just occurred.
She was compelled to stay for some unknown reason.
She also knew that she couldn't go back to Apocalypse's lair at least not while she was not calm and thinking straight.
"I'm going to forgive you for ruining the only house that the Brotherhood has but don't you dare accuse us of trying to sabotage you. We care about you. We love you. I love you." Pietro said firmly as he grabbed her by the shoulders.
Strangely, she didn't push him away. Rogue just stood there, a skeptical look in her eyes.
"Then why did you let me die?" She finally asked softly as her eyes glistened with tears. It was the one thing that had been plaguing her since her memories partially returned.
She needed to know.
"We tried the best we could; I swear on my life, we did. We just weren't good enough. If I could change that day, I would." He said brokenly.
"But you can't Pietro." She answered. It was the first time Rogue had said his name in a long time. It almost sounded like the old her. "Now, I'm cursed with these memories and I don't want them."
"It's the only way I can get you back. You have to remember everything. Remember that I loved you, please." He begged.
She shook her head at him as she stepped away. "I can't remember that and I won't but I feel it. What were we Pietro?"
He shrugged dejectedly. "We never had the chance to become anything. You were taken from me." He replied.
Rogue shut her eyes tight. "You're lying. This is one of you plans." She said angrily as her once sad eyes turn bitter.
She couldn't believe what had just occurred. She had just bared herself; let her guard down for some damned memories.
Suddenly, she hated herself for feeling something whenever she looked at the speed demon.
"I'm not lying and I'll show you." Pietro said and in a heartbeat he pulled her towards his and kissed her softly.
Toad started cheering insanely, hoping up and down, around the rubble that used to be their house.
Fred smiled as he dug into the potato bag that he salvaged before the "wreckage".
Wanda muttered, "Finally."
Lance shook his head but smiled anyway. He couldn't help but be happy of what was happening despite losing their house.
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Hidden in the shadows, Death kept watch of the scene that was occurring.
Apocalypse was not going to be pleased with his young protégé once he finds out her little betrayal.
~*~
A/N: THERE GOES ANOTHER CHAPTER. I FINALLY MADE SOMETHING MUSHY. THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEGINNING OF MORE MUSHINESS BETWEEN ROGUE AND PIETRO.
IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHY KURT AND KITTY WERE IN THE BROTHERHOOD HOUSE WELL, REMEMBER THAT IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER THEY WENT OVER THERE TO TELL THE BROTHERHOOD ABOUOT WHAT THEY THOUGHT HAPPENED TO ROGUE. WELL THEY STAYED AND I DIDN'T WANT TO EXPLAIN THE WHOLE THING IN THIS CHAPTER.
ANYWAY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I NEED SOME IDEAS FOR THIS STORY. HOPE YOU LIKED IT.
PLEASE REVIEW.
