"Good morning, Marie." The greeting startles Rogue and she turns, spilling coffee across the counter and burning her hand. She brings the burned hand to her mouth. "Fuck..dammnit, Scott, don't sneak up on me!"she growls quickly turning on the water and putting her hand under it. She hisses at the slight pain and glares at him. "Sorry...I didn't realize you were so tense in the morning. What time did you and Logan return?"he questions, fixing himself a cup of coffee and adding a very low amount of milk and sugar to it. Rogue shrugs. "Not sure. It was late...I'm sorry we missed dinner with you and Jean last night, but it was important." She regretted lying instantly. Truth was she didn't want to face her x-teachers and the vacant, hurt look that was always present with Jean. Scott waves his hand dismissivly and takes a drink of his coffee. "It's fine. I know it's kind of difficult dealing with Jean's moods. It takes some getting used to." Rogue lets that statment stand and begins cleaning up the spilt coffee after drying off her hand. "Di--" "Is there some more coffee?" Rogue nods in response to Ororo and returns the rag to the sink and getting her breakfast from the toaster. "There is, Mr--, Ororo,"she says, gathering up her food and making a quick exit.
Rogue retreats upstairs and to the bedrooms where the younger alliance members slept. She stops outside Landon's door and knocks, waiting for an answer. Some part of her felt disappointed when there was no answer. A small part. What did you expect, Rogue? Landon was any better then Logan?she wonders opening the door and walking in any way. She stands in the doorway, staring into the dark depths of the room. She'd never entered one of her students' rooms until now. Their room and their activities there were not her concern after training and mission hours, usually. "Why'd you have to leave, Landon?"Rogue questions the room as she takes a bite of the toast in her hand,"You didn't screw up her life that bad." "That's not the best habit to get, Marie." Logan's voice comes from directly behind her, but she doesn't turn around to look at him. She looks vacantly around the room, taking another bite without a word. "Talking to yourself can't be healthy,"he tells her as he comes up beside her, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. She shrugs. "So what else is new? I also have an unhealthy habit of waiting for you or is that a good habit?"
Rogue takes another sip from her coffee and tosses the leftover piece of toast into the nearby waste basket. Logan shrugs, taking another drink. "Your decision, darlin'. Good or bad?" "Maybe both, maybe neither. Have you seen Scott this morning? He looks like hell...haven't seen Jean yet." Great job. Whenever the subject of this relationship comes up you switch the subject. ~Marie, you need to relax.~ ~Get out of my head, Charles.~she commands, placing her hands against the sides of her head. Logan looks at her concerned. "Something wrong, darlin?" She forces a smile. "Of course not...I was just wondering how to tell Tara he won't be back." "Try honesty or you could lie and feed her some bullshit about his eventually returning,"he says before moving past her out of the room again,"I don't recommend telling her you followed him and all but begged his return." Rogue glowers at him. "Fuck you, Logan....get out of here...."
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"Jean, are you feeling alright?" Jean smiles out the window as she overlooks the grounds. "Yes, Charles. I feel fine..." "I was just wondering because you seem intent on something outside the window,"Xavier says wheeling himself over to rest beside her. He looks out over the grounds with her, but sees nothing except for Logan working on something. He ignores it and tries to read some thought from Jean. There's nothing. "It's a waste, Charles. You won't get anything..." Her voice is almost a whispher as she speaks and it's slightly hoarse as if she's been yelling or had just woken up. "How did you know what I was doing, Jean?" Jean taps her head. "Here...there's a door I've created to protect myself from the memories. I can feel when someone touches it. You did and I locked it....the contents of that room don't concern you or anyone else."
Xavier sighs. "Jean, my child, what has happened to you?" "It doesn't matter, Professor...That time's over and won't return. I think I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head. Let Scott know I'm outside." She doesn't bother to wait for his answer, but simply turns and walks out of the room. That went well. Now I've got Charles worried...I'll have to remedy that. Jean rubs her head, unrealizing with the palm of her left hand. Her head hurt from the strain of keeping the door closed and locked against someone as strong as Charles. "I'll just have to make sure that he can't get past the door,"she mumbles, opening the door and walking outside; she shades her eyes,"Ever." Jean scans the yard a little while, then walks to the garage and leans against the nearby table, watching Logan work. He stiffens seconds after she comes in. "Afternoon, Jean. If you're looking for Scott he ain't around here.."he announces with only the barest glance up from his work.
"Wasn't exp---Oh, he's not?"she switches her statement quickly realizing that one wouldn't fit right with her "state of mind." Logan straightens wiping his hands. "No, Jean, he's not. Marie saw him earlier in the kitchen....said something about he startled her and she burned her hand with coffee. Did you need something specific from him?" "No, not from him..." She masks the thought that comes to her mind just to be sure no one else was listening and that she wasn't projecting. Logan shrugs,"Right. How are you feeling?" His words sound almost as if he was only looking for conversation topics. He probaly was, no one treated her the same since losing the baby. She sighs mentally and rubs her arms, suddenly feeling cold. "I've felt better... Do you know where Ororo is? I've been meaning to speak to her..." "Not at the moment. Is there something specific you need? Maybe Marie can help.." She shakes her head quickly. "No, no one can help me with this....except maybe you." Logan shrugs. "Maybe. Tell me what you need....."
Rogue retreats upstairs and to the bedrooms where the younger alliance members slept. She stops outside Landon's door and knocks, waiting for an answer. Some part of her felt disappointed when there was no answer. A small part. What did you expect, Rogue? Landon was any better then Logan?she wonders opening the door and walking in any way. She stands in the doorway, staring into the dark depths of the room. She'd never entered one of her students' rooms until now. Their room and their activities there were not her concern after training and mission hours, usually. "Why'd you have to leave, Landon?"Rogue questions the room as she takes a bite of the toast in her hand,"You didn't screw up her life that bad." "That's not the best habit to get, Marie." Logan's voice comes from directly behind her, but she doesn't turn around to look at him. She looks vacantly around the room, taking another bite without a word. "Talking to yourself can't be healthy,"he tells her as he comes up beside her, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. She shrugs. "So what else is new? I also have an unhealthy habit of waiting for you or is that a good habit?"
Rogue takes another sip from her coffee and tosses the leftover piece of toast into the nearby waste basket. Logan shrugs, taking another drink. "Your decision, darlin'. Good or bad?" "Maybe both, maybe neither. Have you seen Scott this morning? He looks like hell...haven't seen Jean yet." Great job. Whenever the subject of this relationship comes up you switch the subject. ~Marie, you need to relax.~ ~Get out of my head, Charles.~she commands, placing her hands against the sides of her head. Logan looks at her concerned. "Something wrong, darlin?" She forces a smile. "Of course not...I was just wondering how to tell Tara he won't be back." "Try honesty or you could lie and feed her some bullshit about his eventually returning,"he says before moving past her out of the room again,"I don't recommend telling her you followed him and all but begged his return." Rogue glowers at him. "Fuck you, Logan....get out of here...."
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"Jean, are you feeling alright?" Jean smiles out the window as she overlooks the grounds. "Yes, Charles. I feel fine..." "I was just wondering because you seem intent on something outside the window,"Xavier says wheeling himself over to rest beside her. He looks out over the grounds with her, but sees nothing except for Logan working on something. He ignores it and tries to read some thought from Jean. There's nothing. "It's a waste, Charles. You won't get anything..." Her voice is almost a whispher as she speaks and it's slightly hoarse as if she's been yelling or had just woken up. "How did you know what I was doing, Jean?" Jean taps her head. "Here...there's a door I've created to protect myself from the memories. I can feel when someone touches it. You did and I locked it....the contents of that room don't concern you or anyone else."
Xavier sighs. "Jean, my child, what has happened to you?" "It doesn't matter, Professor...That time's over and won't return. I think I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head. Let Scott know I'm outside." She doesn't bother to wait for his answer, but simply turns and walks out of the room. That went well. Now I've got Charles worried...I'll have to remedy that. Jean rubs her head, unrealizing with the palm of her left hand. Her head hurt from the strain of keeping the door closed and locked against someone as strong as Charles. "I'll just have to make sure that he can't get past the door,"she mumbles, opening the door and walking outside; she shades her eyes,"Ever." Jean scans the yard a little while, then walks to the garage and leans against the nearby table, watching Logan work. He stiffens seconds after she comes in. "Afternoon, Jean. If you're looking for Scott he ain't around here.."he announces with only the barest glance up from his work.
"Wasn't exp---Oh, he's not?"she switches her statement quickly realizing that one wouldn't fit right with her "state of mind." Logan straightens wiping his hands. "No, Jean, he's not. Marie saw him earlier in the kitchen....said something about he startled her and she burned her hand with coffee. Did you need something specific from him?" "No, not from him..." She masks the thought that comes to her mind just to be sure no one else was listening and that she wasn't projecting. Logan shrugs,"Right. How are you feeling?" His words sound almost as if he was only looking for conversation topics. He probaly was, no one treated her the same since losing the baby. She sighs mentally and rubs her arms, suddenly feeling cold. "I've felt better... Do you know where Ororo is? I've been meaning to speak to her..." "Not at the moment. Is there something specific you need? Maybe Marie can help.." She shakes her head quickly. "No, no one can help me with this....except maybe you." Logan shrugs. "Maybe. Tell me what you need....."