Forgive and Forget

Rogue put her brush on her long, dark oak dresser in front of her. She grabbed her pair of two leather gloves, and slipped each one onto her hands. She clenched her left hand in a fist, and pulled the rim of the glove towards her wrist, securing the glove's fit. She looked up at herself in the mirror in front of her. Her face was pale; her usual dark purple lipstick on her lips, and dark eyeliner and eye shadow lined her green eyes. She moved the white strand of hair that fell in front of her face. She sighed, remembering the night before. She still couldn't believe she had tried to kill her best friend. She shook her head, and walked outside of her room.

Elizabeth scooped up the spoonful of cereal into her mouth, staring at the book in her other hand. She stopped and jolted back into her seat, as the familiar *poof* of Kurt's teleportation came into the kitchen. She looked up at Kurt, as he appeared in front of her, squatting on the table. "Kurt! What in the blazes are you doing?" She yelped.

Kurt's blue tail pointed upwards behind him, wagging back and forth as he smiled at her. He grabbed an orange out of the bowl on the table. "Sorry, Betsy!" He smiled through his German accent.

Elizabeth shook her head, as he teleported out of her sight. Her nose lifted in disgust as she waved her hand at the sulfur scented smoke he had left behind. After clearing the smoke, she turned back to the book in her hand. Her thick black hair was wrapped into a loose bun on the upper back of her head. A few loose strands of her hair fell in front of her face. She sensed Rogue walking into the kitchen. Elizabeth's eyes moved up, watching as Rogue walked towards the cabinet in front of her. "Morning!" Elizabeth greeted, breaking the silence between them.

Rogue's head turned back, glancing at her, as she reached towards the third shelf, grabbing for a bowl. "Hey." She plainly said to her friend.

Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, and put her book down onto the table in front of her. She folded her hands on the table, and looked at her friend. Rogue closed the cabinet door, as she placed the bowl on the counter. She grabbed for the cereal box, and filled her bowl. She stopped, and looked at Elizabeth. "Rogue, there's absolutely no hard feelings between us, am I correct?" Elizabeth asked.

Rouge turned back towards the counter, turning her back to Elizabeth. She placed her hands on the rim of the counter, and thought. "Betsy, I'm so sorry for last night." She sighed.

She turned to face her friend, walking to sit in front of her. She sat on the chair across from Elizabeth, and rested her elbows on the table. "Look, Betsy, about last night-", Rogue began.

Elizabeth sat back, crossing her arms. She lifted up her hand, examining her nails, as Rogue continued, "About the things that I said and did," Rogue stopped, as Elizabeth interrupted her.

"What things, luv?" Elizabeth asked.

Rogue looked at her; a look of shock overcame her face, at her best friend's questioning. They stared at each other in silence, as Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. 'What is she, nuts?', Rogue thought to herself, as she stared at her best friend, 'I tried to kill her last night, and she's asking what was done?' She continued think. "Betsy, you know, with-", Rogue stopped, as Elizabeth's eyes moved to glare at her, as her eyebrow rose higher.

Rogue's face sobered, as she then raised an eyebrow. Rogue finally got the concept; Elizabeth just wanted to forget like it had never happened, and move on. Rogue's face sobered, "You know, maybe I didn't do anything." Rogue calmly said to her friend, as she sat back in her chair.

The corner of Elizabeth's mouth smirked, as she put her hand to her lap, "I didn't think so." She smiled.

Rogue smiled at her friend, as the heavy feeling of guilt suddenly lifted off of her back.

Peter grabbed two dumbbells from the rack. He stepped back away from the rack, and began to lift the dumbbells towards his chest. He grunted with each lift, and let out a breath of air, as he bent his elbows down, ready to lift again. He continued to do so, as Rogue walked into the gym room. "Hey, Rogue!" He greeted her, between his grunting and breathing.

Rogue looked at him, as she walked towards the mat area to stretch. She shook her head, and let out a tiny laugh, as she saw her friend uselessly working out. She sat on the floor in the mat area. "Petey, I don't know why you continue to work out, tryin' to build more muscle. You can lift tons with no problem; it's in your genes for cryin' out loud!" Rogue smirked, as she bent towards her toes, with her legs outstretched in front of her.

Peter looked at her, and smiled, as he continued to pull the dumbbells to his chest. "Well, there's nothing wrong with wanting to look good, Miss Gothic." He smiled.

Rogue rolled her eyes, a slight smile on her face, as she continued to stretch. She wore a black spaghetti strap tank top, and black baggy nylon pants. Her hands were gloved with her usual black leather gloves. She wore ankle high black combat boots on her feet. Her black sweatshirt was wrapped and tied around her waist. She sat up, and stood to her feet. She stretched her arms upward, towards the ceiling above her. Suddenly, a vision flashed in front of her face, of her grabbing onto the neck of the blonde woman from her nightmare.

Rogue cried out, as the vision flashed in her mind, and she knelt down to the ground, clenching her eyes shut, as she put her hand to the side of her head. Her head began to pound with a dull pain.

Peter placed the dumbbells back onto the rack, and turned around as he heard Rogue cry out from behind him. "Rogue? Are you alright?" He asked.

Peter walked towards her, cautiously. "No, it's alright. It's just another one of my headaches." Rogue breathed to him, not moving.

"Well, I can go and get Mr. McCoy if you'd like." Peter said, gesturing towards the room doorway.

Rogue shook her head, as she calmly stood up. "No, that's okay, Peter." She said, through her slightly clenched teeth.

Peter nodded, and he stepped back, turning away from her. A sudden pain jolted through Rogue's mind, and she cried out again. She grasped her hands to her head, grunting, as she tried to ignore the pain. Peter narrowed his eyebrows with concern as he walked towards her. "Rogue, really, I can get you Mr. McCoy. Has he given you anything for your headaches?" He asked.

"Peter, please, I can handle this." Rogue said, as she knelt down, her hands still clasped to her head.

She tried to open her eyes, but the pain forced them shut. She shook her head, as the vision of the mysterious blonde woman continued to flash in her mind. "You took my life!" Rogue heard the woman's voice scream through her mind.

Rogue shook her head, her eyes still closed. "No! I didn't mean to!" Rogue yelled out loud.

Peter raised his eyebrow in question. "Didn't mean to what, Rogue?" He asked.

Suddenly, Rogue cried out, as she stood up, and flew into the air, stretching her arms in front of her. Peter jumped back, staring at her. She turned on her side as she flew, and circled around where she stood, "Stop!" She yelled out loud.

Brian rushed down the hallway, towards the gym area. He reached the doorway, and stopped, as he saw Rogue flying in a circle in the room. "What the bloody hell is going on in here?" Brian gasped.

Peter's head turned to him, "I don't know! She was having her headaches, and then she flies up in the air! Since when did that happen?" Peter answered, as Brian stood next to him.

Peter's body armored with steel, his height growing a few more inches. The small sections of steel armored from the hairline on his head, down to the tip of his toes, section by section, making sounds of clashing metal as it did so. He clearly remembered what happened the night before. He wanted to protect himself in case Rogue came after him, as she did with Elizabeth the night before. "Rogue! Stop!" Brian yelled out.

Rogue shook her head, and stopped, clenching her fists to her head. She clenched her eyes shut, as she still floated in the air. "I can't stop her, Brian! She won't go away!" Rogue cried, as tears began to fill her shut eyes.

Peter and Brian looked at each other, with confusion. Brian flew into the air, and flew towards her. "Who won't Rogue?" He asked.

Rogue bent her knees up, as she still floated, and huddled to herself. She looked away from him, afraid to answer his question. She didn't want any of her friends to think of her as a murderer. The last thing she's ever wanted to do was kill someone. She's wanted to physically hurt a few, but never to the point to where they were killed by her own two hands. The reality of the fact that she was a walking case of destruction began to hit her. "Rogue? Who won't go away?" Brian asked again.

Rogue finally looked up at him, with her arms still wrapped around her bent up knees. "I can't tell you, Brian." She said, as tears streamed down her face.

Brian's eyes searched her, and then looked at the ground below them. "Uh, Rogue, I'd hate to worry you, but, you're flying." He said, as he looked back up to her.

Rogue's eyes opened wide with shock, and she looked below her. "Oh, crap!" She gasped.

She gulped, not knowing what to do. She looked at Peter, who had armored himself, and he stared up at her. Peter shrugged, and nodded as she looked at him, "Yeah, I think it's pretty weird, myself." Peter said.

Rogue looked up at Brian. "Uh, how do I get down?" She asked.

Brian eased, and he playfully dropped his jaw. "You fly up in the air in the first place, without knowing how to get down? What kind of mutant are you?" He playfully snapped.

Rogue's eyebrows bent up in worry, and she put her legs below her. She still floated in the air, and she looked at Brian. "Brian please! I need to get down! Tell me how to get down from here!" She begged, beginning to panic.

"Alright, alright." He smirked.