Disclaimer: Not mine, apart from Siannagh and Salla.
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"Logan wouldn't do that," the Professor objected.
"That is what I said," Ororo nodded. "However, she seemed terrified, did she not? Perhaps she has made a mistake, but if not…"
"I should talk to him."
"You cannot."
"Whyever not?" enquired Xavier. He was sat behind his desk, peering through concerned eyes at Storm, who was meeting his gaze unobtrusively. "He has a right to know of what he has been accused of."
"She requested that I do not tell anyone except you," she explained, shifting the weight from one arm to another on her chair. "She doesn't want to harm him, if it turns out he is in fact innocent."
"Then we shall wait until she is ready."
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Rogue climed the stairs to her room after yet another dull day at school. Her hair was ruffled from the wind and as she noticed Scott at the top of the stairs she ran her fingers through the red and white mess in an attempt to straighten it down.
She had heard a new girl had arrived at the Institute, an unidentified mutant whose name, Siannagh, rang a bell in her mind for some reason. Kurt had spoken about nothing else through most of lunch and in every lesson she shared with him. Apparently, the girl had lived for over eighteen months in a disgusting pit cellar with no home comforts or electricity. What a life. To top it all off, she had a fatherless child. She had heard from Kurt that Scott had met her. Another perfect opportunity to talk to Cyclops, her mind informed her, and her pace quickened up the stairs.
"Oh, hey Rogue," smiled Scott. The greeted girl instantly put the distant sound into her voice as she spoke to him, careful and cautious.
"Hi Scott," she said. Dispite his smile, her face remained impassive. However, it was not quite as dark and depressing as usual, Scott noted, which was a good sign. "Have you seen the new girl?"
"Yeah, Siannagh," he confirmed, adjusting his ruby quartz glasses, the only thing that kept those deadly ocular energy beams from frizzling everything in sight, including Rogue. A fact he was ever conscious of. "She seems nice."
"Does she really have a child?"
"Yes," he nodded carefully. Where was this going? Rogue was never curious. "Her name is Salla, she's about a year old. She likes bananas."
"Could Ah see?"
"Bananas?"
"No, Siannagh."
"Oh, I see," Scott laughed. "I'm not entirely sure where her room is, but it should be near yours."
"Thank you."
------o(O)o------
"Logan wouldn't do that," the Professor objected.
"That is what I said," Ororo nodded. "However, she seemed terrified, did she not? Perhaps she has made a mistake, but if not…"
"I should talk to him."
"You cannot."
"Whyever not?" enquired Xavier. He was sat behind his desk, peering through concerned eyes at Storm, who was meeting his gaze unobtrusively. "He has a right to know of what he has been accused of."
"She requested that I do not tell anyone except you," she explained, shifting the weight from one arm to another on her chair. "She doesn't want to harm him, if it turns out he is in fact innocent."
"Then we shall wait until she is ready."
-------o(O)o-------
Rogue climed the stairs to her room after yet another dull day at school. Her hair was ruffled from the wind and as she noticed Scott at the top of the stairs she ran her fingers through the red and white mess in an attempt to straighten it down.
She had heard a new girl had arrived at the Institute, an unidentified mutant whose name, Siannagh, rang a bell in her mind for some reason. Kurt had spoken about nothing else through most of lunch and in every lesson she shared with him. Apparently, the girl had lived for over eighteen months in a disgusting pit cellar with no home comforts or electricity. What a life. To top it all off, she had a fatherless child. She had heard from Kurt that Scott had met her. Another perfect opportunity to talk to Cyclops, her mind informed her, and her pace quickened up the stairs.
"Oh, hey Rogue," smiled Scott. The greeted girl instantly put the distant sound into her voice as she spoke to him, careful and cautious.
"Hi Scott," she said. Dispite his smile, her face remained impassive. However, it was not quite as dark and depressing as usual, Scott noted, which was a good sign. "Have you seen the new girl?"
"Yeah, Siannagh," he confirmed, adjusting his ruby quartz glasses, the only thing that kept those deadly ocular energy beams from frizzling everything in sight, including Rogue. A fact he was ever conscious of. "She seems nice."
"Does she really have a child?"
"Yes," he nodded carefully. Where was this going? Rogue was never curious. "Her name is Salla, she's about a year old. She likes bananas."
"Could Ah see?"
"Bananas?"
"No, Siannagh."
"Oh, I see," Scott laughed. "I'm not entirely sure where her room is, but it should be near yours."
"Thank you."
