Title: New Beginnings
Chapters: (1/?)
Author: ChynaHardyzfan28
Characters: Rogue, Professor X, Bobby (others may make an appearance)
Disclaimer: I do not own X2, or any of their characters. They belong to 20th
Century Fox, Marvel Comics and/or themselves. Please don't sue. I'm simply
someone that is a fan of the X-men and decided to write a fic about some of
their characters.
Distribution: Ask first.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the aftermath of the Statue of Liberty incident, Rogue has a few things (and people) to deal with.
It had been a while since the incident at the Statue of Liberty and since Logan had left on his journey of self-discovery and had left her all alone.
Well, not really alone.
She lived in a dorm of sorts---"Xavier's School for the Gifted" to be exact--with loads of other kids.
But still, she felt alone.
She missed Logan terribly.
The Professor, sensing her distress---not reading her mind as she had first thought---invited her down to his office to talk and had somehow managed to get her to open up to him.
She'd been a little hesitant at first, but eventually broke down in tears about the recent events.
Discovering that she was a mutant, that through skin-to-skin contact she had the ability to literally suck the life out of people by doing something as simple as holding their hand. Running away from her family and the only place she had ever known. Not to mention putting her first boyfriend in a coma for a few days. Hiding out in a bar---and meeting Logan for the first time. Then ending up at the mansion with people that were just like her. They were mutants---she wouldn't be feared or discriminated against simply because she was different.
Her first night in the mansion had been a memorable one.
She hadn't been able to sleep---her mind had been in a non-stop flurry of thought over the events of the last few days. Logan was especially on her mind. Deciding to check up on him, she'd gone to his room, only to find him in the midst of having a nightmare.
Reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder and was rewarded with a scream---almost primal--from Logan and claws through her chest. They both sputtered---she in pain, he in surprise---and Logan quickly retracted his claws and called for help.
Still sputtering, she had managed to touch his skin and absorb his original mutant ability, the power to heal himself, to use for herself.
She held on until her wounds were healed and Logan's look of absolute sorrow and despair turned to one of fear and shock as she stole his essence from him.
Finally letting go, she watched as he dropped to the floor shaking as if he were having a seizure. By this time, some of the adults---Jean, Scott, and Ororo---as well as a lot of the other kids had already rushed to the scene.
Jean and Scott rushed to Logan's aid as Ororo kept the children back and out of the room.
"It was an accident" she said sorrowfully.
Then she headed towards the door, where all the kids backed out of the way quickly, giving her plenty of room to get by.
She had headed straight to bed that night, not willing to face anyone and too afraid to go and check on Logan---to worried that she may have killed him.
The following day, she had kept to herself mainly. She also didn't have to worry about classes, seeing as how it was a Saturday. One of the other students, Bobby, had approached her as she sat on a bench and watched some of the other kids play.
Bobby had blamed her for what happened and had also convinced her that everyone--Professor X included--had been furious with her.
Feeling worse than she did before, she had run away again. This time to the local train station. She was determined to get as far away--- from the mansion, Logan, everything--- as she possibly could.
Once she'd gotten there, things had begun to happen so quickly.
One minute, she's on the train ready to go, only to be found and confronted by Logan about her running away. Then the train gets attacked by some guy with a bucket on his head, wolverine gets sent flying through the train and she gets kidnapped.
It was all part of some sick idea to turn everyone into mutants. The guy with the bucket--she had later learned that his name was Magneto, "master of magnetism"--had created a machine to carry out his plans, but he needed her to make it work. He had strapped her into his machine and allowed her to absorb a substantial amount of his power by touching her, which was how he planned to change everyone by using his mutant ability and DNA. Magneto was much to old to use the machine to turn everyone into mutants and doing it himself would surely have finished him off, so he used her---her mutant abilities and youth---instead.
Luckily and thanks to Logan and the rest of the X-men, Magneto hadn't been able to carry out his plans and was put away in a plastic prison.
She'd been thankful that it was all over.
But it hadn't been over exactly.
She had to deal with Logan, her very own "knight in shining armor", leaving.
She had to deal with the voices---Logan's and Magneto's---in her head, which to be quite honest was scarring the hell out of her. Logan's primal rage/nightmares and Magneto's thoughts and ideas on Mutant and humankind were pretty unsettling.
So unsettling that the Professor sensed her anguish.
And her she was telling him everything.
"Professor, the voices---Ah can't----"
"Rogue, it is alright my dear.....I understand. I do believe that I can help you. Tell me, do you hear the voices constantly?"
"N-No...they pop up wheneva they want, but not all the time....It's just that, when they do show up, they just crowd everything and sort of take over..."
"Take over?"
"Their ideas are all ah can think about...Ah try to concentrate on other things, but they're too strong and ah just haveta ride it out until their done...."
Charles brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed thoughtfully.
"I see....well Rogue, the voices will fade eventually though I'm not sure if they'll be gone completely...."
"Are you sure they'll be gone soon?...."
"I'm pretty sure....especially since you temporarily borrow a person's life force, or mutant abilities in this case....Your use of their abilities fades after a while, so I believe their personalities will too....."
Rogue still looked a little uneasy.
Seeing as well as sensing this, Charles continued to speak.
"I would be willing to help you quell the other voices within you Rogue. I think a little telepathy and practice could work wonders for you."
Rogue smiled a little, but frowned again.
"Practice?"
"Well, you never know when you may use your powers again....and if you do, you will more than likely encounter the same problem once more, so learning how to deal with it---shut it out if you will---can stop this from bothering you in the future."
Rogue nodded.
"Would you like to get started now?"
"Will it hurt?"
Charles couldn't help but smile.
"No, my dear. It will not."
"Okay then....let's get started" she said as she returned his smile with one of her own.
TBC...
Chapters: (1/?)
Author: ChynaHardyzfan28
Characters: Rogue, Professor X, Bobby (others may make an appearance)
Disclaimer: I do not own X2, or any of their characters. They belong to 20th
Century Fox, Marvel Comics and/or themselves. Please don't sue. I'm simply
someone that is a fan of the X-men and decided to write a fic about some of
their characters.
Distribution: Ask first.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the aftermath of the Statue of Liberty incident, Rogue has a few things (and people) to deal with.
It had been a while since the incident at the Statue of Liberty and since Logan had left on his journey of self-discovery and had left her all alone.
Well, not really alone.
She lived in a dorm of sorts---"Xavier's School for the Gifted" to be exact--with loads of other kids.
But still, she felt alone.
She missed Logan terribly.
The Professor, sensing her distress---not reading her mind as she had first thought---invited her down to his office to talk and had somehow managed to get her to open up to him.
She'd been a little hesitant at first, but eventually broke down in tears about the recent events.
Discovering that she was a mutant, that through skin-to-skin contact she had the ability to literally suck the life out of people by doing something as simple as holding their hand. Running away from her family and the only place she had ever known. Not to mention putting her first boyfriend in a coma for a few days. Hiding out in a bar---and meeting Logan for the first time. Then ending up at the mansion with people that were just like her. They were mutants---she wouldn't be feared or discriminated against simply because she was different.
Her first night in the mansion had been a memorable one.
She hadn't been able to sleep---her mind had been in a non-stop flurry of thought over the events of the last few days. Logan was especially on her mind. Deciding to check up on him, she'd gone to his room, only to find him in the midst of having a nightmare.
Reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder and was rewarded with a scream---almost primal--from Logan and claws through her chest. They both sputtered---she in pain, he in surprise---and Logan quickly retracted his claws and called for help.
Still sputtering, she had managed to touch his skin and absorb his original mutant ability, the power to heal himself, to use for herself.
She held on until her wounds were healed and Logan's look of absolute sorrow and despair turned to one of fear and shock as she stole his essence from him.
Finally letting go, she watched as he dropped to the floor shaking as if he were having a seizure. By this time, some of the adults---Jean, Scott, and Ororo---as well as a lot of the other kids had already rushed to the scene.
Jean and Scott rushed to Logan's aid as Ororo kept the children back and out of the room.
"It was an accident" she said sorrowfully.
Then she headed towards the door, where all the kids backed out of the way quickly, giving her plenty of room to get by.
She had headed straight to bed that night, not willing to face anyone and too afraid to go and check on Logan---to worried that she may have killed him.
The following day, she had kept to herself mainly. She also didn't have to worry about classes, seeing as how it was a Saturday. One of the other students, Bobby, had approached her as she sat on a bench and watched some of the other kids play.
Bobby had blamed her for what happened and had also convinced her that everyone--Professor X included--had been furious with her.
Feeling worse than she did before, she had run away again. This time to the local train station. She was determined to get as far away--- from the mansion, Logan, everything--- as she possibly could.
Once she'd gotten there, things had begun to happen so quickly.
One minute, she's on the train ready to go, only to be found and confronted by Logan about her running away. Then the train gets attacked by some guy with a bucket on his head, wolverine gets sent flying through the train and she gets kidnapped.
It was all part of some sick idea to turn everyone into mutants. The guy with the bucket--she had later learned that his name was Magneto, "master of magnetism"--had created a machine to carry out his plans, but he needed her to make it work. He had strapped her into his machine and allowed her to absorb a substantial amount of his power by touching her, which was how he planned to change everyone by using his mutant ability and DNA. Magneto was much to old to use the machine to turn everyone into mutants and doing it himself would surely have finished him off, so he used her---her mutant abilities and youth---instead.
Luckily and thanks to Logan and the rest of the X-men, Magneto hadn't been able to carry out his plans and was put away in a plastic prison.
She'd been thankful that it was all over.
But it hadn't been over exactly.
She had to deal with Logan, her very own "knight in shining armor", leaving.
She had to deal with the voices---Logan's and Magneto's---in her head, which to be quite honest was scarring the hell out of her. Logan's primal rage/nightmares and Magneto's thoughts and ideas on Mutant and humankind were pretty unsettling.
So unsettling that the Professor sensed her anguish.
And her she was telling him everything.
"Professor, the voices---Ah can't----"
"Rogue, it is alright my dear.....I understand. I do believe that I can help you. Tell me, do you hear the voices constantly?"
"N-No...they pop up wheneva they want, but not all the time....It's just that, when they do show up, they just crowd everything and sort of take over..."
"Take over?"
"Their ideas are all ah can think about...Ah try to concentrate on other things, but they're too strong and ah just haveta ride it out until their done...."
Charles brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed thoughtfully.
"I see....well Rogue, the voices will fade eventually though I'm not sure if they'll be gone completely...."
"Are you sure they'll be gone soon?...."
"I'm pretty sure....especially since you temporarily borrow a person's life force, or mutant abilities in this case....Your use of their abilities fades after a while, so I believe their personalities will too....."
Rogue still looked a little uneasy.
Seeing as well as sensing this, Charles continued to speak.
"I would be willing to help you quell the other voices within you Rogue. I think a little telepathy and practice could work wonders for you."
Rogue smiled a little, but frowned again.
"Practice?"
"Well, you never know when you may use your powers again....and if you do, you will more than likely encounter the same problem once more, so learning how to deal with it---shut it out if you will---can stop this from bothering you in the future."
Rogue nodded.
"Would you like to get started now?"
"Will it hurt?"
Charles couldn't help but smile.
"No, my dear. It will not."
"Okay then....let's get started" she said as she returned his smile with one of her own.
TBC...