A general disclaimer: the X-Men belong to Marvel, X-Men Evolution belongs to...whoever owns it...in any case, I don't own anyone mentioned within this text.
Author's note: Break it down...I'm not exactly sure the time in which my events take place, it may jump around from season to season, unintentionally, please don't hurt me on that account. I should state now that Rogue/Gambit is my OTP, but that doesn't mean I can't do Rogue/Scott (although I'm not a huge fan). Something I'm even a less of a fan of is Scott/Jean, but that could be popping up in here, too. Someone pointed out to me that in terms of Evolution, Rogue/Scott *is* canon...
Well, whichever, hope you enjoy. If you don't, feel free to flame me. I'll probably deserve it.
NeoVenus22
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Whatever Happens, Happens
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Chapter Two: What Rogue Said
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Rogue paced around her room angrily. She'd been having a nice, quiet little moment with Scott, and of *course* perfect little Jean had to come and ruin it.
Then again, Jean Grey wasn't that perfect, after all. Whether she'd used telepathy or not, she'd still listened in on Rogue's and Scott's conversation, which was just a nasty thing to do.
Kitty phased through the ceiling and landed neatly on her bed, knocking a pillow to the ground. Rogue immediately kicked at the offending object. "Whoa, hey. Like, what did that pillow ever do to you?" Kitty said, scooping it off the floor.
"Where were ya?" Rogue asked, assuming that the pillow question was rhetorical. If it wasn't, then that said a lot of things about Kitty.
"Up in Kurt's room."
"Ooh-la-la," Rogue said, sitting down on her own bed.
Kitty threw the pillow at her. "Nothing like that! He was helping me with my math homework. Jean was supposed to help me half an hour ago, but she, like, disappeared."
"Oh, *Ah'll* tell you *exactly* where she was," Rogue said, feeling her anger resurface. Not that it had ever really left. "Me an' Scott were sittin' in the library, talkin'--"
"Ooh-la-la," Kitty returned with a wicked grin.
Rogue shot her a death glare and continued, "An' we go out to find Little Miss Perfect standin' in the hallway, *eavesdroppin'* on us!"
"No way!" Kitty said. "Like, really? *Jean*?"
"Yeah," Rogue said darkly.
"I totally, like, don't believe it...that is *major*. What were you guys talking about?"
"*That* is between me an' Scott," Rogue said. She frowned. "An' Jean."
"She was probably so jealous," Kitty said.
"Jealous? A' what? Me an' Scott?" Rogue said disbelievingly. She felt a tiny twinge of pride, that maybe Jean Grey considered Rogue a threat.
"Well, you know those two are all in love with each other and stuff," Kitty said, then her eyes widened and she clamped her hand over her mouth. "Ohmigosh," she squealed. "I'm so sorry."
"About what?" Rogue said, but she rolled over, so kitty wouldn't see Rogue's wounded expression.
"About what I said. I was just, like, babbling, you know? I mean, I don't think Scott is in *love* with Jean, or anything..." she said weakly.
"He can be in love with whoever he wants," Rogue said. "Ah don't care."
"But you, like, like him, right?" Kitty said.
Rogue sat up and glanced at Kitty. "No," she lied, then got up and started towards the bathroom.
"C'mon Rogue, just admit that you do. It's not like I'll tell anyone or anything," Kitty said.
"Ah don't know why ya think ya know me," Rogue said.
She chanced a glance over her shoulder, and regretted doing so, because Kitty looked hurt. Rogue didn't really want to be vicious to her roommate, and the girl who was probably her closest friend, but she didn't really feel like going over the details of her non-relationship with Scott Summers.
Rogue sighed, cursing her conscience, and turned around. "Kit, Ah'm sorry. That was mean, an' you're only tryin' ta be mah friend." She couldn't believe she was apologizing.
"If you don't want to talk about Scott, that's totally okay," Kitty said. "I'm just letting you know, I'm here if you need me."
"Okay," Rogue said. "Thanks." Kitty glanced up at her, and the girls smiled at each other.
Rogue, however, hated those big Hallmark moments, and continued into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She didn't really have to pee or anything, but this was the one room she could hide out in where she knew Kitty wouldn't phase through the door unexpectedly.
This afternoon, she'd been about to start her walk home when she passed Scott's car in the parking lot. "Hey, Rogue, need a ride?" he'd called out to her, and she'd looked over to see him, Kurt, and Kitty standing around it.
Usually the others were content to let her walk home on her own, which she did every day without fail. She was happy to get a few moments alone. Sharing a room with Kitty, and most of her classes with either Kurt or Evan, Rogue got few moments alone, and embraced the ones she could. Besides, a lot of the time, Jean was riding in the car with them.
"Where's Jean?" she found herself saying, and Kitty answered that she had soccer practice and was getting a ride from Duncan later. Rogue pretended not to notice the way Scott frowned when Duncan Matthews was mentioned.
"Yeah, sure, why not," she said, and got in the passenger's seat, Jean's usual spot.
When they'd gotten home, they'd gone their separate ways, but Rogue and Scott had run into each other in the kitchen, and exchanged smiles when they both admitted they were here for cookies.
"How about we take these somewhere an' share 'em?" Rogue had suggested, and she was still surprised that she'd said that. "We can, Ah dunno, talk or somethin'."
She'd been even more surprised when he smiled at her. "Yeah, okay."
And that was how they had ended up in the library, eating cookies while Scott told her funny anecdotes. They had actually been bonding, when the subject had turned to their unfortunate mutations, and Rogue had felt closer to him in those moments than she'd felt to anyone ever, even Kurt and Kitty, who made efforts to include her, even Logan and the Professor, who tried to understand her, even Irene, who'd raised her.
But they'd run out of cookies, and Rogue had gotten up to go get more, when she'd come across Jean, not-quite-hiding in the hallway. She'd been listening in. She'd invaded Rogue's thoughts on more than one occasion (and always insisted it was an accident, though Rogue wasn't quite so sure), but this time was different. It wasn't just infuriation that Jean had been eavesdropping. It was that her presence, knowing she'd been there the entire time, had completely tarred the perfect afternoon that Rogue had been sharing with Scott.
Rogue grunted irritably, and flushed the empty toilet once for good measure. "Mah future with Scott, swirlin' water down the drain," she said, then shook her head sharply. "Ya just dress Goth, Rogue, ya don't gotta start writin' lame, angsty poems now," she chided herself. "What would Kitty say?"
She heard a faint knock outside, and cracked the bathroom door open slightly. She heard Kitty open the door. "Oh, *hey*, Scott," she said, loudly and pointedly. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Kitty, is Rogue here?"
"Yeah, she's--"
Rogue went back into her room. "Kit, who's there?" she asked.
"Scott's looking for you," Kitty answered, with a sly wink.
"Oh, um, hey, Scott," Rogue said, blushing slightly, and then mentally kicking herself for doing so.
"Hey. Wanna take a walk?"
Maybe Rogue had fallen asleep when she'd come back to her room, and the past five, ten minutes (maybe even the whole afternoon) had just been a dream. Because Scott Summers had just asked her to take a walk.
Of course, a walk could mean anything. But the problem was, Rogue had no idea even what the possibilities even *were*. She found herself staring at him dumbly, then said flatly, "Yeah. Sure."
"Bye, guys," Kitty said cheerfully, and Rogue was too worried and nervous and confused to even remember to cast her roommate a death glare.
Author's note: Break it down...I'm not exactly sure the time in which my events take place, it may jump around from season to season, unintentionally, please don't hurt me on that account. I should state now that Rogue/Gambit is my OTP, but that doesn't mean I can't do Rogue/Scott (although I'm not a huge fan). Something I'm even a less of a fan of is Scott/Jean, but that could be popping up in here, too. Someone pointed out to me that in terms of Evolution, Rogue/Scott *is* canon...
Well, whichever, hope you enjoy. If you don't, feel free to flame me. I'll probably deserve it.
NeoVenus22
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Whatever Happens, Happens
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Chapter Two: What Rogue Said
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Rogue paced around her room angrily. She'd been having a nice, quiet little moment with Scott, and of *course* perfect little Jean had to come and ruin it.
Then again, Jean Grey wasn't that perfect, after all. Whether she'd used telepathy or not, she'd still listened in on Rogue's and Scott's conversation, which was just a nasty thing to do.
Kitty phased through the ceiling and landed neatly on her bed, knocking a pillow to the ground. Rogue immediately kicked at the offending object. "Whoa, hey. Like, what did that pillow ever do to you?" Kitty said, scooping it off the floor.
"Where were ya?" Rogue asked, assuming that the pillow question was rhetorical. If it wasn't, then that said a lot of things about Kitty.
"Up in Kurt's room."
"Ooh-la-la," Rogue said, sitting down on her own bed.
Kitty threw the pillow at her. "Nothing like that! He was helping me with my math homework. Jean was supposed to help me half an hour ago, but she, like, disappeared."
"Oh, *Ah'll* tell you *exactly* where she was," Rogue said, feeling her anger resurface. Not that it had ever really left. "Me an' Scott were sittin' in the library, talkin'--"
"Ooh-la-la," Kitty returned with a wicked grin.
Rogue shot her a death glare and continued, "An' we go out to find Little Miss Perfect standin' in the hallway, *eavesdroppin'* on us!"
"No way!" Kitty said. "Like, really? *Jean*?"
"Yeah," Rogue said darkly.
"I totally, like, don't believe it...that is *major*. What were you guys talking about?"
"*That* is between me an' Scott," Rogue said. She frowned. "An' Jean."
"She was probably so jealous," Kitty said.
"Jealous? A' what? Me an' Scott?" Rogue said disbelievingly. She felt a tiny twinge of pride, that maybe Jean Grey considered Rogue a threat.
"Well, you know those two are all in love with each other and stuff," Kitty said, then her eyes widened and she clamped her hand over her mouth. "Ohmigosh," she squealed. "I'm so sorry."
"About what?" Rogue said, but she rolled over, so kitty wouldn't see Rogue's wounded expression.
"About what I said. I was just, like, babbling, you know? I mean, I don't think Scott is in *love* with Jean, or anything..." she said weakly.
"He can be in love with whoever he wants," Rogue said. "Ah don't care."
"But you, like, like him, right?" Kitty said.
Rogue sat up and glanced at Kitty. "No," she lied, then got up and started towards the bathroom.
"C'mon Rogue, just admit that you do. It's not like I'll tell anyone or anything," Kitty said.
"Ah don't know why ya think ya know me," Rogue said.
She chanced a glance over her shoulder, and regretted doing so, because Kitty looked hurt. Rogue didn't really want to be vicious to her roommate, and the girl who was probably her closest friend, but she didn't really feel like going over the details of her non-relationship with Scott Summers.
Rogue sighed, cursing her conscience, and turned around. "Kit, Ah'm sorry. That was mean, an' you're only tryin' ta be mah friend." She couldn't believe she was apologizing.
"If you don't want to talk about Scott, that's totally okay," Kitty said. "I'm just letting you know, I'm here if you need me."
"Okay," Rogue said. "Thanks." Kitty glanced up at her, and the girls smiled at each other.
Rogue, however, hated those big Hallmark moments, and continued into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She didn't really have to pee or anything, but this was the one room she could hide out in where she knew Kitty wouldn't phase through the door unexpectedly.
This afternoon, she'd been about to start her walk home when she passed Scott's car in the parking lot. "Hey, Rogue, need a ride?" he'd called out to her, and she'd looked over to see him, Kurt, and Kitty standing around it.
Usually the others were content to let her walk home on her own, which she did every day without fail. She was happy to get a few moments alone. Sharing a room with Kitty, and most of her classes with either Kurt or Evan, Rogue got few moments alone, and embraced the ones she could. Besides, a lot of the time, Jean was riding in the car with them.
"Where's Jean?" she found herself saying, and Kitty answered that she had soccer practice and was getting a ride from Duncan later. Rogue pretended not to notice the way Scott frowned when Duncan Matthews was mentioned.
"Yeah, sure, why not," she said, and got in the passenger's seat, Jean's usual spot.
When they'd gotten home, they'd gone their separate ways, but Rogue and Scott had run into each other in the kitchen, and exchanged smiles when they both admitted they were here for cookies.
"How about we take these somewhere an' share 'em?" Rogue had suggested, and she was still surprised that she'd said that. "We can, Ah dunno, talk or somethin'."
She'd been even more surprised when he smiled at her. "Yeah, okay."
And that was how they had ended up in the library, eating cookies while Scott told her funny anecdotes. They had actually been bonding, when the subject had turned to their unfortunate mutations, and Rogue had felt closer to him in those moments than she'd felt to anyone ever, even Kurt and Kitty, who made efforts to include her, even Logan and the Professor, who tried to understand her, even Irene, who'd raised her.
But they'd run out of cookies, and Rogue had gotten up to go get more, when she'd come across Jean, not-quite-hiding in the hallway. She'd been listening in. She'd invaded Rogue's thoughts on more than one occasion (and always insisted it was an accident, though Rogue wasn't quite so sure), but this time was different. It wasn't just infuriation that Jean had been eavesdropping. It was that her presence, knowing she'd been there the entire time, had completely tarred the perfect afternoon that Rogue had been sharing with Scott.
Rogue grunted irritably, and flushed the empty toilet once for good measure. "Mah future with Scott, swirlin' water down the drain," she said, then shook her head sharply. "Ya just dress Goth, Rogue, ya don't gotta start writin' lame, angsty poems now," she chided herself. "What would Kitty say?"
She heard a faint knock outside, and cracked the bathroom door open slightly. She heard Kitty open the door. "Oh, *hey*, Scott," she said, loudly and pointedly. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Kitty, is Rogue here?"
"Yeah, she's--"
Rogue went back into her room. "Kit, who's there?" she asked.
"Scott's looking for you," Kitty answered, with a sly wink.
"Oh, um, hey, Scott," Rogue said, blushing slightly, and then mentally kicking herself for doing so.
"Hey. Wanna take a walk?"
Maybe Rogue had fallen asleep when she'd come back to her room, and the past five, ten minutes (maybe even the whole afternoon) had just been a dream. Because Scott Summers had just asked her to take a walk.
Of course, a walk could mean anything. But the problem was, Rogue had no idea even what the possibilities even *were*. She found herself staring at him dumbly, then said flatly, "Yeah. Sure."
"Bye, guys," Kitty said cheerfully, and Rogue was too worried and nervous and confused to even remember to cast her roommate a death glare.