An Escape - Chapter 4

The Reason; the Reaction.

theslayerinblack

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Only their actions.

Pairings: Future Jean/Rogue

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Jean sat in her chair and waited for...well...she wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Divine Intervention? 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 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.

"When I came back, something was missing. The need. The Want. I need to crave something. I feel like I have no purpose in this life. Last night I, um, I wasn't really thinking things through. I just knew that somehow if I touched you I would feel something. And that was all I was looking for."

Rogue started to piece things together, "Oh, well I hope you got what you wanted." Her bodily emotions were cold, but Jean could see some sort of understanding in her eyes.

Jean reached over and grabbed Rogue's gloved hand. "I did. Thank you."

Another tone went off. And Jean let go about a second before the kids started coming into the classroom.

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A/n Not the end of the story. I had to force this chapter out of me. Complete and total writers block. And I somehow lost the want to write. But it's coming back now so I hope to get a start on the next chapter. I know where I want to go with this story, and how it's going to end, but getting there is the problem.