An Escape - Chapter 3
Dreams
theslayerinblack
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Only their actions.
Pairings: Future Jean/Rogue
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Why was class dragging on so long today? Well, perhaps not. Every time Rogue looked down at her watch it seemed like a long span of time had jumped. But the time between the jumps took forever. Perhaps time was moving as normal. Or as normal as it could when you dreaded your next class. Yes, most students dread their classes but today was totally different. Not only did she not want to go to class, she didn't want to particularly face Ms. Grey today. They normally got along really well, both of them fighting side by side and all, but Rogue had the craziest dream last night.
She had an odd dream that Ms. Grey had woken her up in the middle of the night and touched her. Just touched her. And liked it. It was like an addict getting their desperately needed fix. She said she would explain it all later and now Rogue desperately cannot remove the mental image of Ms. Grey and Mr. Summers having sex on a Mustang.
She looked at her watch again. 10:40. Class will end in about a minute. Rogue stifled a yawn for about the millionth time she imaged. She yawned through the entire class. She woke up late and ran out the door to make it in time. Jubilee was already in class, so Rogue started the day off with two bads. She didn't get to eat her Pop-Tart for breakfast, and she didn't get to sit next to Jubilee in class because she ran in right before the tone went off.
Tone
"Well, shit" she thought. Now she has to go to class and try to stop thinking about Ms. Grey. It was hard. She admired her. She was a success story. She learned how to control her powers, has a kick-ass job, and has a really cool boyfriend might-as-well-be-married guy. Plus she looked good. Nice body and great hair. What girl wouldn't want to be her?
Rogue met Jubilee's eyes across the room. "We need to talk," she mouthed. Rogue started down the hall to find a clearing where the two of them could speak in private. She found a little corner about 20 feet from the room and started to turn around when she got a sudden shock.
"Rogue, please meet me in my room immediately."
Once her heart slowed down, Rogue glanced backwards to see where Ms. Grey's voice had come from, but then figured that it was all done through her mind. She shook her head and waited a second for Jubilee's figure to show up behind her.
"Hey, Jubilee, look, I need to go, so can we talk later?"
Jubilee rolled her eyes and by the time she was done Rogue was gone.
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Jean tapped her foot impatiently and sipped her coffee. This was going to be harder than she imagined. And she had been planning this speech all night. Okay, not all-night, she thought. She walked around for a while after their encounter and finally got back to bed around 5. Scott was sound asleep and she got back into bed. She never fell back to sleep. Just laid there and thought.
The door opened slowly as Rogue's face came through the doorway.
"You needed to see me about something?"
Jean's puzzlement was written all over her face. She doesn't know what I need to talk about? Did I take the wrong kid?
"Yeah, Um, it's about last night."
Rogue's expression changed from confused to more confused to understanding, to even more confusment. "So your saying that it wasn't a dream?"
Hmm. She took it as a dream. Jean pondered not telling her anything and making up a story about homework, but she knew Rogue wouldn't buy something like that. Damn. And now the truth comes out.
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A/N: Short chapter. Short writer. Apparently confusement is not a word. So I'm making it up. Deal with it. I'm getting out what I have done to make my personal deadline. One week between chappys. Good for the reader, sucky for the writer. Thanks to all who have reviewed, if you want answers to any questions you have, e-mail them. Don't hesitate. Getting that last review from Flaeron really got me to do this last chapter today. Suggestions are also excepted. Flames will be used to make smores. I love those.
Dreams
theslayerinblack
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Only their actions.
Pairings: Future Jean/Rogue
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Why was class dragging on so long today? Well, perhaps not. Every time Rogue looked down at her watch it seemed like a long span of time had jumped. But the time between the jumps took forever. Perhaps time was moving as normal. Or as normal as it could when you dreaded your next class. Yes, most students dread their classes but today was totally different. Not only did she not want to go to class, she didn't want to particularly face Ms. Grey today. They normally got along really well, both of them fighting side by side and all, but Rogue had the craziest dream last night.
She had an odd dream that Ms. Grey had woken her up in the middle of the night and touched her. Just touched her. And liked it. It was like an addict getting their desperately needed fix. She said she would explain it all later and now Rogue desperately cannot remove the mental image of Ms. Grey and Mr. Summers having sex on a Mustang.
She looked at her watch again. 10:40. Class will end in about a minute. Rogue stifled a yawn for about the millionth time she imaged. She yawned through the entire class. She woke up late and ran out the door to make it in time. Jubilee was already in class, so Rogue started the day off with two bads. She didn't get to eat her Pop-Tart for breakfast, and she didn't get to sit next to Jubilee in class because she ran in right before the tone went off.
Tone
"Well, shit" she thought. Now she has to go to class and try to stop thinking about Ms. Grey. It was hard. She admired her. She was a success story. She learned how to control her powers, has a kick-ass job, and has a really cool boyfriend might-as-well-be-married guy. Plus she looked good. Nice body and great hair. What girl wouldn't want to be her?
Rogue met Jubilee's eyes across the room. "We need to talk," she mouthed. Rogue started down the hall to find a clearing where the two of them could speak in private. She found a little corner about 20 feet from the room and started to turn around when she got a sudden shock.
"Rogue, please meet me in my room immediately."
Once her heart slowed down, Rogue glanced backwards to see where Ms. Grey's voice had come from, but then figured that it was all done through her mind. She shook her head and waited a second for Jubilee's figure to show up behind her.
"Hey, Jubilee, look, I need to go, so can we talk later?"
Jubilee rolled her eyes and by the time she was done Rogue was gone.
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Jean tapped her foot impatiently and sipped her coffee. This was going to be harder than she imagined. And she had been planning this speech all night. Okay, not all-night, she thought. She walked around for a while after their encounter and finally got back to bed around 5. Scott was sound asleep and she got back into bed. She never fell back to sleep. Just laid there and thought.
The door opened slowly as Rogue's face came through the doorway.
"You needed to see me about something?"
Jean's puzzlement was written all over her face. She doesn't know what I need to talk about? Did I take the wrong kid?
"Yeah, Um, it's about last night."
Rogue's expression changed from confused to more confused to understanding, to even more confusment. "So your saying that it wasn't a dream?"
Hmm. She took it as a dream. Jean pondered not telling her anything and making up a story about homework, but she knew Rogue wouldn't buy something like that. Damn. And now the truth comes out.
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A/N: Short chapter. Short writer. Apparently confusement is not a word. So I'm making it up. Deal with it. I'm getting out what I have done to make my personal deadline. One week between chappys. Good for the reader, sucky for the writer. Thanks to all who have reviewed, if you want answers to any questions you have, e-mail them. Don't hesitate. Getting that last review from Flaeron really got me to do this last chapter today. Suggestions are also excepted. Flames will be used to make smores. I love those.
