An Escape - Chapter 2
The inner workings of the brain
theslayerinblack
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Only their actions.
Pairings: Future Jean/Rogue
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Rogue thought that the halls seemed eerily quiet during their long walk. Then again, she had never walked around at 4 in the morning before. Her head was racing with different theories of why Miss Grey needed her.
Her first thought was that there was an emergency and they needed her to suit up, to help save the day. To do something the other X-men couldn't. Her mind wandered to a secret location, all the others were tied up and she alone could save them. She dodged a punch from a hit man and threw her hands on his arm and started to drain him. The coast was clear and she started to untie Logan.
And then her thoughts went to Logan. What if he was injured? What if they didn't think he was going to make it and they thought she needed to see him before he died?
She had to stop thinking. She had to know what was going on.
Rogue hesitated with her step and wondered how to ask this without sounding like a smart-ass. "Professor? What do you want with me?"
Jean stopped and faced a wall. Her green eyes shown through the dark night and looked right into Rouge. She wondered if she was reading her mind right now but she didn't have time to ponder very long because a door opened to her right. Rogue looked around and saw that the door was hidden into the ivy coloured wall.
She stepped into the room and was blinded by a light that was just turned on. As her eyes adjusted she saw a simple room, a couch, T.V., some chairs, and a table. She was wondering if this was the.
"It's the teachers workroom."
Oh. Thought Rogue. Never ask a question in your head when you are with a telepath. But why didn't she answer me in the hall, she thought.
Jean walked over to the couch and sat down. Rogue followed suit by sitting in the chair across from her.
"Rogue", Jean started, "I don't really know how to put this into words."
Rogue looked at her and understood that this had nothing to do with anyone but her. But why is she telling me this?
"Rogue, I know that you have no clue why you are here. This has nothing to do with anyone but myself. I need you to do me a favor. Don't ask questions right now, I'll tell you things when I work them out myself."
Rogue's mind went off again; maybe this was a secret mission. This could be her big break for the team.
Then, without warning Jean shot her hand toward Rogue's forearm and held on. Rogue tried to get away, she could feel Jean's power coming onto her, her emotions and memories flooding into her mind, and then they stopped. Jean sat back on the couch and was catching her breath. She didn't know why Miss Grey would do that. Was she trying to test a new way to control her powers? It didn't work.
"What the hell was that for?"
Jean looked surprised at the choice of words and then chuckled, "Still have a bit of Logan in there, don't you?"
"Well now I'm going to have a bit of you in here and I wish I knew why."
Jean's smile faded and she looked at Rogue seriously. "I just needed to feel something. Anything."
"Did you try ice? It's cold, you can feel it." She said sarcastically. "I'm going, and when I wake up this is going to be a dream. A crazy-ass screwed up dream."
She walked over to the door but it flew open before she reached the bronze colored handle. Rogue muttered, "thanks" before she started out the door.
"I didn't open the door, Rogue. You did."
Rogue stopped in mid step. "I did that?"
"Yeah, you've got a little telekinetic in you right now."
"Why?"
"Because you just absorbed some of me."
"No, that's not what I meant. I want to know why you touched me."
"Come back in here and I will explain it to you."
Jean sat in her chair and waited for...well...she wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Rouge stood in the doorway for about a minute and during this time Jean almost said something. Almost. But she could never find the words to quite sum it all up. In fact, she wasn't sure how to sum up 3 months of inner turmoil and her mind in chaos. "Rogue, please sit down. I know what I just did didn't make any sense but I want to explain it to you." She waited, holding her breath to see if she would actually turn around or just keep walking. After a minute or so Rogue turned around. Jean wasn't sure why, she didn't dare peek into her mind to try and figure out what was going on in that head of Rogue. She didn't really know if she wanted to know.
So now it was truth time. Rogue stared down at her forearm, one of the only exposed pieces of her flesh. So simple, yet so deadly.
"You said you would explain it to me. So go ahead. Explain."
Jean was almost taken back by this remark, blunt, forward, and to the point. But she could not blame her for wanting answers.
"Look, you obviously knew that you were going to do this, so what were you going to tell me?"
"Well, honestly, I hadn't really thought of that yet."
"You hadn't thought of it? You gave me part of your mind! Now I have memories of a car crash of someone I don't know, a lot of genetics stuff is flying through my head, and what Scott's favorite cologne is."
Jean laughed, this was all she's worried about? "You said 'Scott'"
"Yeah, well I guess I have part of you in me now. And you call him Scott. You don't want to know what I almost called him after I got Logan."
Jean sighed and started off toward the door. "Can we talk about this another night? I think we both need some sleep. I know you want answers; I will give them to you. Just give me time."
Rogue gave her a long look and for a second and Jean thought for a second that Rogue was trying to get into her mind.
"Sure, just promise me you'll tell me one day."
Jean looked right into Rogue's eyes, "I promise."
Rogue got up and walked over to the door and hesitated as she opened it up. "I'm calling him Scott because," she pointed to her head, "after seeing your memories of you and him on the hood of what I think is a Mustang, I feel like I know him a little bit better."
And with that, she closed the door and left Jean alone.
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Hey everyone, thanks to the one's who reviewed chappy 1. Even if they didn't make sense. There will be more. I think.I hope. Anyway, drop me a review and say whatever you want. Let me know you at least read it. Questions? Comments? No? Then goodbye until we meet again.
P.S. If anyone has noticed, I skip around with the Point-of-View. I write it as it needs to be seen, so sometimes you get Rogue, sometimes you get Jean. Deal with it. (
The inner workings of the brain
theslayerinblack
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Only their actions.
Pairings: Future Jean/Rogue
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Rogue thought that the halls seemed eerily quiet during their long walk. Then again, she had never walked around at 4 in the morning before. Her head was racing with different theories of why Miss Grey needed her.
Her first thought was that there was an emergency and they needed her to suit up, to help save the day. To do something the other X-men couldn't. Her mind wandered to a secret location, all the others were tied up and she alone could save them. She dodged a punch from a hit man and threw her hands on his arm and started to drain him. The coast was clear and she started to untie Logan.
And then her thoughts went to Logan. What if he was injured? What if they didn't think he was going to make it and they thought she needed to see him before he died?
She had to stop thinking. She had to know what was going on.
Rogue hesitated with her step and wondered how to ask this without sounding like a smart-ass. "Professor? What do you want with me?"
Jean stopped and faced a wall. Her green eyes shown through the dark night and looked right into Rouge. She wondered if she was reading her mind right now but she didn't have time to ponder very long because a door opened to her right. Rogue looked around and saw that the door was hidden into the ivy coloured wall.
She stepped into the room and was blinded by a light that was just turned on. As her eyes adjusted she saw a simple room, a couch, T.V., some chairs, and a table. She was wondering if this was the.
"It's the teachers workroom."
Oh. Thought Rogue. Never ask a question in your head when you are with a telepath. But why didn't she answer me in the hall, she thought.
Jean walked over to the couch and sat down. Rogue followed suit by sitting in the chair across from her.
"Rogue", Jean started, "I don't really know how to put this into words."
Rogue looked at her and understood that this had nothing to do with anyone but her. But why is she telling me this?
"Rogue, I know that you have no clue why you are here. This has nothing to do with anyone but myself. I need you to do me a favor. Don't ask questions right now, I'll tell you things when I work them out myself."
Rogue's mind went off again; maybe this was a secret mission. This could be her big break for the team.
Then, without warning Jean shot her hand toward Rogue's forearm and held on. Rogue tried to get away, she could feel Jean's power coming onto her, her emotions and memories flooding into her mind, and then they stopped. Jean sat back on the couch and was catching her breath. She didn't know why Miss Grey would do that. Was she trying to test a new way to control her powers? It didn't work.
"What the hell was that for?"
Jean looked surprised at the choice of words and then chuckled, "Still have a bit of Logan in there, don't you?"
"Well now I'm going to have a bit of you in here and I wish I knew why."
Jean's smile faded and she looked at Rogue seriously. "I just needed to feel something. Anything."
"Did you try ice? It's cold, you can feel it." She said sarcastically. "I'm going, and when I wake up this is going to be a dream. A crazy-ass screwed up dream."
She walked over to the door but it flew open before she reached the bronze colored handle. Rogue muttered, "thanks" before she started out the door.
"I didn't open the door, Rogue. You did."
Rogue stopped in mid step. "I did that?"
"Yeah, you've got a little telekinetic in you right now."
"Why?"
"Because you just absorbed some of me."
"No, that's not what I meant. I want to know why you touched me."
"Come back in here and I will explain it to you."
Jean sat in her chair and waited for...well...she wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Rouge stood in the doorway for about a minute and during this time Jean almost said something. Almost. But she could never find the words to quite sum it all up. In fact, she wasn't sure how to sum up 3 months of inner turmoil and her mind in chaos. "Rogue, please sit down. I know what I just did didn't make any sense but I want to explain it to you." She waited, holding her breath to see if she would actually turn around or just keep walking. After a minute or so Rogue turned around. Jean wasn't sure why, she didn't dare peek into her mind to try and figure out what was going on in that head of Rogue. She didn't really know if she wanted to know.
So now it was truth time. Rogue stared down at her forearm, one of the only exposed pieces of her flesh. So simple, yet so deadly.
"You said you would explain it to me. So go ahead. Explain."
Jean was almost taken back by this remark, blunt, forward, and to the point. But she could not blame her for wanting answers.
"Look, you obviously knew that you were going to do this, so what were you going to tell me?"
"Well, honestly, I hadn't really thought of that yet."
"You hadn't thought of it? You gave me part of your mind! Now I have memories of a car crash of someone I don't know, a lot of genetics stuff is flying through my head, and what Scott's favorite cologne is."
Jean laughed, this was all she's worried about? "You said 'Scott'"
"Yeah, well I guess I have part of you in me now. And you call him Scott. You don't want to know what I almost called him after I got Logan."
Jean sighed and started off toward the door. "Can we talk about this another night? I think we both need some sleep. I know you want answers; I will give them to you. Just give me time."
Rogue gave her a long look and for a second and Jean thought for a second that Rogue was trying to get into her mind.
"Sure, just promise me you'll tell me one day."
Jean looked right into Rogue's eyes, "I promise."
Rogue got up and walked over to the door and hesitated as she opened it up. "I'm calling him Scott because," she pointed to her head, "after seeing your memories of you and him on the hood of what I think is a Mustang, I feel like I know him a little bit better."
And with that, she closed the door and left Jean alone.
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Hey everyone, thanks to the one's who reviewed chappy 1. Even if they didn't make sense. There will be more. I think.I hope. Anyway, drop me a review and say whatever you want. Let me know you at least read it. Questions? Comments? No? Then goodbye until we meet again.
P.S. If anyone has noticed, I skip around with the Point-of-View. I write it as it needs to be seen, so sometimes you get Rogue, sometimes you get Jean. Deal with it. (
