X2: What If: AU
Chapter Three
Warning: Further reading may spoil X3 story.
Rogue (AN: Should I just call her Marie and Storm Ro?) fluttered her eyes open as she heard the slab to her left take an owner. She turned her head to the side to see a very banged up Scott nursing a busted lip and bruised cheekbone that was now the size of Mt. St. Helens.
She turned her head to the right, somehow knowing Kurt would be there. The sight that greeted her blinking eyes made her gasp. Kurt lay there with no shirt on, seeming to be made of nothing but water and some flesh. Every once in a while, water would gush like ooze from his forehead or ears. Rogue grimaced as she saw the medium coloured coffee shade hand that belonged to Storm dab the water that broke through the ooze and ran like a waterfall down Kurt's neck.
Rogue raised her eyes to see that Storm was looking at her. Something like fear and anxiety drooping down her once calm brown eyes. Rogue opened her mouth to say something when a sharp pain went through her head like lightening.
Rogue grasped her head and started to sob lightly as the pain intensified, causing her to tuck her head in and go into fetal position.
The last thing she heard before she let the blackness consume her was Storm's scream as Kurt seemed to go into a violent seizure and Scott's yells of Rogue to Jean.
Professor Xavier stared at Bobby and Logan as they clumsily made their way to him. Their way of walking was not because of the fight, but because of the semi- mental hold that the Professor was using to break them up.
Even when he wheeled in a yelled at them to stop, they still kept pummelling ice-cubed fists or claw-accessorized hands at once another. Therefore, they left him no choice but to use direct action, so to speak.
When they were only a foot away from him he smiled at them, watching as Logan seemed to be foaming at the mouth like some rabid racoon and Bobby turning a darker shade of beat red.
"Now, can I trust you two toddlers to behave yourselves while I let you in on some very valuable information or should I simply start using strict force upon you two?" the Professor asked, his face void of the semi- amused smile. In its place stood a powerful man and a very ticked off father figure.
Logan only grunted and Bobby blinked his eyes. Seeing this as a good sign, Professor X took off his hold and watched as Logan merely shrugged his shoulders and glared at the Professor.
"What is it wheels?" he growled out, not wanting to look at Bobby for fear of killing him.
The Hell she'd put me through if I did. Crying, wheezing, sniffing, and not talkin' to me. Was his thought as he continued to glare at the chaired man in front of him.
The elderly man in front of him gave a solemn nod:
"It seems that Kurt is-" he was cut off by Jean's frantic voice in his head, and, something else that he couldn't place.
He looked at the two boys in front of him, "We'll settle this later." as he received Jean's full message, the strange vibe finally fading away. He turned his wheel chair around and went to the lab, knowing that the two would follow him.
"Jean, what happened to him?" Storm said as Jean took out the needle from his left arm and rubbed it gently.
"A seizure. I don't know what's fully happening to him. I really don't." Jean whispered the last part as Storm's eyes drifted down to the now calm blue elf.
"At least he's out of his coma. We can take this as a good sign." Jean said and turned back to Rogue, who was now in a fitful sleep as her closed eyes moved wildly around.
"What's happening to her? She seemed fine when she looked at me. Then all of the sudden, she just…passed out." Scott said, worry evident in his voice as he wiped the still torn lip from the blood.
Jean looked down at Rogue and shook her head.
Crazy, stupid girl. She thought as she blinked back tears welling up in her eyes.
She looked at Scott and opened her mouth to say something when the medical doors slide open and in came a worried and angered looking man in a wheel chair followed by two whipped looking men.
"Jean, what's wrong?" Professor x asked as he wheeled up to her.
"Kurt had a seizure and Rogue…I-I don't know." Jean said, bending her head low as if in shame, a look of defeat passing over her features as she mentioned Rogue.
Professor X only nodded and looked at Storm, whose slim fingers was intertwined with Kurt's three large ones. He turned his head back up to Jean:
"Do what we discussed earlier for Kurt. It may keep your mind off other thoughts. Leave Rogue to me, I think I might know what's going on in her head." he said.
Jean nodded and excused herself as she brushed back tears from her eyes and walked out of the room before anyone could say anything.
"Professor, what's going on?" Bobby asked, looking at the man who knew all the answers.
"Honestly, I don't know. I simply don't know," the tired and weary man said.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do." he said, motioning the other's to follow Jean through the door.
Scott nodded and grabbed hold of Bobby's arm, gently guiding him through the door. Storm slowly detangled her fingers from Kurt's and walked over to Logan as she stood next to him.
"Come on Logan." she whispered gently.
Logan only stood there, looking at Rogue, then the Professor, and back at Rogue.
"She'll be fine." Professor X said as he wheeled to the back of the slab where Rogue's head lay.
"Logan." Storm said, touching his arm.
Logan turned to her, hoping that the worry and the fine tears didn't make themselves known to her.
Storm looked at him, noticing that he was trying his damnedest not to show his tears.
"Trust him." she said, letting go of his arm and walking through the door.
Logan looked back at Rogue and the man to see him leaning over her, each hand on either side of her head with his eyes closed. Logan backed out of the room, trying to see her as long as he could before the silver of the metal doors blocked his vision.
Logan turned around and came face to hair with Bobby.
"You're not the only one you know." Bobby said with menace as he tried to buff up his chest.
"The only one what?" Logan growled out as he pushed past Bobby and started to slowly walk down the silver corridor.
"The only one who cares about her." Bobby said, itching for a slugging opportunity.
Logan, sensing this, couldn't resist.
"Really! Really pencil dick!" Logan said in mock surprise as he clutched his chest.
Bobby roared at him and threw wave after wave of sharp icicles at Logan's head.
AN: not very funny huh? Any suggestions would be helpful.
Anywho---
Wow, so many reviews! I feel so loved! And some of the people before! You came back! On to the thanks:
Mimi: I'm truly sorry for the short chapter, but I hope this one will be longer. And, yes, of course, there will be more B/L fights!
Dee: Yes! A Dislike Bobby Shipper! I can't stand Bobby. But, like in Jade Stellar's 'I Like You Like My Beer', Bobby is nice and sweet, just not right for Rogue.
MarvelsX-girl: Of course I shall write more, your review makes me write more! And, hopefully, the upcoming fights shall be more hilarious.
Rogue15: Thank you so much! I'm glad you love it. But, alas, there will be no Remy. I can't do his accent, sorry. And I know that if I don't do the accent, he won't be Remy. Of all the things that I won't do is a Remy/Rogue ship. I don't know why I can't stand him, but I just don't. There's just something about him that makes me itch to choke him. Although, he is married, aided a slaughter of innocent mutants and such. Maybe that's why. Again, sorry. I truly am.
Kait: Thank you very much! I don't really want to kill off Kurt, I love the blue fur ball. He's just too cute to kill! But, I might have to.
Kumiko *Kaylin* Eharu: I love the not so little elf dude too. And I'm glad that you thought the whole water/teleport thing was a good idea. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
Qtpie-pippinsgurl: LOTR fan, cool. You can stop twitching, for he won't die- now, not yet. ::Rubs hands evilly:: I love doing that.
AsderBlair: Thank you and I will, if everyone else wants me to.
Samm: LOLOLOLOL. You're just gonna hafta wait and see pal. And I shall keep truckin' as long as I have great readers such as all of you guys! Let's face it, if it wasn't for readers like you, nobody would write, and that would be very tragic. Very tragic indeed.