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"Lance! What the hell do ya think you're doin'!" Kitty screamed, standing up.
"This has nothing to do with you, Rogue," Lance said, pulling away from Rogue.
"Well!" Kitty squeaked. "Ya can at least take it away from me! I don' wanna look at-" with these words she clasped her head again in pain, collapsing onto the floor.
"Kitty!" Rogue cried, diving to her side. "Kitty, wake up! Wake up! You have to stay awake!" Lance too fell by Kitty's side, but he looked at Rogue confusedly.
"Kitty?" he asked, looking down at who looked like Rogue.
"Shut up and help me!" Rogue screamed at him. By now a small ring had formed around Kitty's prone figure.
"Get back!" Lance shouted at them, but still they pushed forward, anxious to see the show. "I said get back!" His eyes rolled back in his head, and the floor around them began to quake. Screaming, everyone backed off. Most ran outside, but some still lingered. Lance just glared at them menacingly, and they too scurried off. Lance turned back to the girls. Rogue was quaking as she poured water on Kitty's forehead, shouting at her.
"Get up! Get up! This is the kind of opportunity they wait for! They're still strong, so you have to keep fighting them! Get up!"
"Hn!" Kitty moaned, opening her eyes. She lifted her head, then realized that was a mistake. Putting her hand to her forehead, she laid back down again, sighing.
"Here," Rogue offered, handing her the water.
"Thanks," Kitty groaned, grabbing it blindly and bringing it to her head. "This really sucks. Ah'm so sorry, Rogue. I understand now."
"Yeah, well I wish you didn't," Rogue laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "It's enough for there to be one person in the world who has to bear this. Besides, I don't get it half as bad as you got it just now. I was born to deal with this, you weren't."
"Still, I understand."
Lance looked at them both, obviously perplexed. "Okay, I'm trying to be really understanding and passive right now," he finally said, "but can someone please explain what the hell is going on? I mean, I don't want to seem crazy, but it's almost like you two-"
"Switched bodies," Rogue finished for him. Kitty closed her eyes again, sighing. Rogue could take care of this one; she just needed to rest and get control.
"It was an accident," Rogue continued. "This morning. We were fighting, and it just... happened." Rogue got the feeling she shouldn't say anything about Mr. McCoy's invention. If Magneto ever heard about that he could put it to ill use. "It's going away, though. You'll notice that I had no Southern accent through this entire sentence. Our brains are slowly going back to normal."
Lance screwed up his face. "That's just freaky." He started to walk away, but Kitty sat up.
"Lance, ya can't tell anyone."
"I know," he said, still walking. "Rogue, can I talk to you for a second?"
Rogue turned to Kitty. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, Ah'll be fine. I think Ah've gotten control."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Rogue stood up, and followed Lance around the corner. "What?" she asked.
"What do you mean, what? That letter! How could you do that? You know how I feel about Kitty, and you went and screwed with my feelings," he hung his head. "I really thought she wanted to go out with me..."
Rogue was astonished. Lance looked genuinely hurt, and she couldn't believe that she had been the one to cause it. Who could ever want such a soul to ever be hurt? Not to mention such a body...
"She does," Rogue stammered, trying not to look at him.
"How do you know?" His eyes were full of hope, yet the voice practically dripped with uncertainty; he wasn't going to be fooled again.
"This brain, MY brain, is slowly changing back into HER brain. I, like, sorta know all her thoughts and feelings, though I'm not all that consciously aware. They seem like they're supposed to be there, but I KNOW I don't have feelings for you. She does."
Lance just stared at her, smiling. Eyes still shining, he turned and walked calmly away. He didn't have to say anything; Rogue could see it in his eyes.
Smirking a little to herself, Rogue turned back toward Kitty. She couldn't leave her alone too long; she was scared the girl might actually try passing out again. When she returned, however, Kitty seemed almost fully recovered. Her knuckles were still white from her death grip on the water bottle, but she was sitting up and the color was starting to come back to her cheeks.
"What did he have ta say?" Kitty asked, spirit in her voice again.
"Oh, he was... just prying for the details about our switch," Rogue blurted out, looking away and blushing.
"Wow," Kitty said, "Ah'm a really bad liar!"
"Yeah, you are. I, like, would have been able to pull that off if I was in my real body."
They both laughed cheerily, and Kitty pushed the subject no further. The bell rang only a few minutes later, but Rogue was scared to let Kitty go.
"Are you sure you don't want me to, like, take you to the nurse's office? We could say you fainted... which you really did."
"No, Ah'm fine! They backed off, and Ah think mah brain's gettin' better at handlin' it too."
"Well, that does make sense, since you're slowly developing my brain..."
"Yeah yeah, whateve'. Ah got to get to class! Oh, an' don' act like an idiot in Tech. Ah do have a reputation there!"
"I've heard about your reputation. Don't worry. I'll, like, be sure to bust a few hard drives while I'm there."
Laughing again, they parted ways. Kitty walked merrily down the hall to the gym, though her face held a sullen expression. Seeing her reflection in the glass of a classroom door, she figured it was just something you had to get used to when you were in Rogue's body.
Not speaking to anybody, she went outside with the rest of the class, and sat on the bleachers, watching them run. Every now and then she would clench her eyes in pain as the boy's entity pushed to break through, but the attacks were much weaker.
The class ended without event (finally, a time to relax and NOT have to stress out for Kitty), and she continued on to detention. She was a little nervous, having never gotten detention before, but the fact that it was in someone else's name seemed to ease the pain a bit.
In the hall, Rogue passed the Literature door behind which Kitty sat. She barely noticed it, however; she was too intent on getting to where Kitty had been only a few minutes before. Scott would be waiting...
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Author's note: Argh!! Still haven't made up my own mind, so you people have to help me. Scott, or Remy? I like Remy better myself, but Scott would be so much easier to fit in the story!! Then again, we do need a run-in with the acolytes, don't we? wanders off, deep in thought. Remembers something, stops, and turns Hey!! Review, and let me know who you want her with!!!!