Hello everyone, here's the first chapter of my fic hope you like it and
just to clear out a few things this is a bit of an AU because Remy has
never been part of the Acolytes or anything so Rogue and he don't know each
other.
Everything else has basically happened like in the real show, so yes Apocalypse has been released but my fic is before "Cajun Spice". Rogue is 18 years old and Remy's 20 years old.
_~*~_
Professor Charles Xavier sat at his large mahogany desk facing a high window. Behind him Ororro, Logan and Hank were all seated patiently in front of the desk. He slowly turned around to face them.
"I have asked you all to come here because I have come to a decision and I wish to hear what you all think about this," said the Professor in a critical voice.
"Please, go ahead, Charles," said the weather witch brushing a lock of snowy white hair from her delicate, coffee colored face.
"Very well. As you all have probable noticed, ever since the "incident" with Apocalypse and Mystique, there has been a certain tension between Rogue and the rest of the X-men. She has started isolating herself from everyone even more than before and I'm afraid that this will do her no good in helping her with the control of her power." Said the Professor gravely, "It has also come to my attention that there is a mounting tension between Rogue and Kurt because of the whole episode with Mystique. I Partially don't blame Rogue for her actions. Mystique has done her a world of hurt and betrayal. So this has made me think of a solution to Rogue's isolation and trust problem. I believe that if Rogue is to take a.vacation should I say, it will help her trust again and it will be a chance for her to relax a bit and not continue being so depressed and isolated from the world."
"So what're you sayin' Chuck, that we send her away!" said an outraged Logan.
"Oh no Logan, you misunderstand me, I simply suggest that we send her on a vacation to help clear her mind a bit." Stated Xavier with a small smile.
"I see what yer sayin', but do you think it's a good idea to let the kid go away all by herself?" Stated Logan.
"Logan, Rogue is eighteen now, she is not a kid anymore and the fact that you still treat her as one might also affect the way she treats everyone and her fallings towards us" Said Xavier with a stern look towards Logan.
"But Charles, what about her medical condition. Ever since she released Apocalypse Rogue has been weekend a lot." declared Hank.
"I understand your point Hank, but I think that she is healthy enough for a trip." Said the Professor.
"I believe it to be a very good idea Charles. Rogue certainly needs some time away from all of this, but tell me where do you plan to send her." Asked Ororro.
"Well Ororro, at first I wanted to send her to Europe so she can experience the wonderful cultural experience it offers but that I realized that I need to send her somewhere that a teens could enjoy themselves not where an adult enjoys himself so I think that it would be a good decision to send Rogue on a one month trip to New Orleans." Said the Professor, " Her homework can be send to her through email on her laptop and I shell give her some spending money."
"Very well Charles, so it is settled than, all we have to do is break the new to Rogue who I'm sure will be thrilled." Said Hank, a warm smile adorned his beast like features.
"Yes Hank, I shell telepathically ask Rogue to come in here." Said the Professor placing his hands on his temples and concentrating.
_~*~_
The mutant that simply went by the name Rogue sat in her room listening to Linkin Park at full blast. She was lying down on her black silk covered bed. Her porcelain like face showed now emotions as she tapped her foot with the rhythm of the song.
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own
The song reminded her so much of herself, of the way her life was. She would never be able to touch, to feel, to love or be loved. . . never. She was a frick among fricks, vampire they called heart school. Not because oh her powers, most of them probable didn't even know, but because of the way she dressed and put makeup on. Yet it was true, she was a vampire. Just by simple touch she absorbed the life force out of any human being.
I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong
A tear slowly slid down her porcelain face, followed by another and another. She hastily rubbed them away standing up. A long time ago she had promised herself never to shed tears over anything, especially not over something so silly. It was time to stop pitying herself and just face life. After all her favorite saying was none other than 'Life's a bitch and than you die, screw the world than go get high'.
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere/Only to fin that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own
It was pointless to feel sorry for herself because that's just how it had to be. Out of the million of people out there God placed this evil curse on her probable because he was convinced that she would be able to handle it.
I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away
I'll find myself today
Maybe some day it would be possible for her to touch bt till that day came she just had to try hard and stop feeling so sorry for herself.
I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
somewhere I belong. . .
Rogue pressed the stop button on her CD player and was ready to go out for a walk when but all of a sudden the Professor's voice filled her head, asking her to meat him in his office. She exited the room and made her way through the numerous halls of the mansion till she got to the Professor's office. Before entering the room Rogue stared at the door for a few seconds. What in the world could he want to talk to her about? She desperately hoped it wasn't another lecture about how it would be good for her if she socialized more.
Rogue knocked on the door 2 times before entering the office. Inside the office the Professor was seated at his desk, and Ororro, Hank, and Logan sat in front of the desk on comfortable black leather armchairs. The office was fairly big and decorated with modern looking furniture. The Professor's mahogany desk was placed next to the window on the east side of the room. There was a dark colored wall-to-wall rug on the floor and a dark navy blur shelf with metal posts was placed on one side of the room. A flat screen TV was on the opposite wall with DVD and video underneath it. A few cubist stile paintings adorned the pure white walls and in between the for leather armchairs in front of the desk, was a low, glass coffee table. The high window behind the Professor's desk had a beautiful view of the mansion garden and simple dark curtains that were pulled back framed the window.
"Ah, Rogue I'm so happy that you could join us. Won't you take a seat please?" said the Professor with a warm smile, indicating to the 4th leather seat. Rogue gingerly sat down than turned her emerald eyes towards the Professor.
"Yah wanted ta see meh Professah, so here as am. Now what's this all 'bout?" she asked calmly.
"Well Rogue, we have all noticed that you seem to be a bit depressed especially since the incident with Mystique so we have decided that it would do you good to take a small break so that you can relax a bit."
"Ya'll wanna send meh away?!" asked Rogue in fuming offend. All four adults laughed at her remark.
"Of course not my dear, we simply thought it was good to send you on an all expenses compensated vacation," said the Professor, "That is of course if you would like to go of course."
Rogue looked at him for a few moments as if he all of a sudden had magically sprouted hair. Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Yer kiddin' meh, raht?" she asked in disbelief afraid to think for only a second that it might actually be true.
"Not a joke Stripes so start packin' cuz your leavin' tomorrow mornin'." Stated Logan lazily.
"Allraght. . . well this is very unexpected so where 'm ah goin' than?' said a very confused Rogue.
"Oh your going to New Orleans and you have a one month reservation at "The Palace" in the French Quarter (Author: ok guys there is no such hotel in the French Quarter or at least I don't think so, I'm just making this up, ok) and you leave tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock." Said the Professor.
"So this is all settled than, Ah'm goin' ta N'Owleans an' there's no buts 'bout it?" said Rogue frantically throwing her arms in the air to make it more dramatic. Sure she was happy on the inside one month without any school, x-men or stupid mutant haters.
"Yes, unless you have any objection of course." Said the Professor.
"Oh no, not at all, no objections." Said Rogue immediately.
"Very well than. I suggest that you go get packed now." Said the Professor dismissing her from his office. "Oh and your homework will be send to you on your laptop and it is expected that you complete it, Rogue." He added taking in Rogue's look of displeasure.
_~*~_
Rogue entered her room, delicately closing the door behind her. She was still in a state of sheer shock and was afraid that any minute she'd wake up and realize it was all a hallucination.
Ever since the release of Apocalypse she'd wanted to get away from the X- men for a bit and sort out her thoughts a bit. It really was unbearable how everyone tried to act like they were all concerned about her welfare but most of the team didn't really care. She was tired of everyone asking her if she was ok, whenever they were in the same room with her. And it was also very sickening how Jean and Scott took their relationship outside the room. Rogue had gotten over her little crush on Scott along time ago after realizing what a lap dog he was with Jean.
Rogue opened her closet carelessly and glanced inside. There was only one problem with all of this, in New Orleans it was probable boiling hot so what could she wear. She needed to wear stuff that covered her skin. The gothic beauty took out a large suitcase and started packing in it skirts, mesh tops, jeans, sweat pants, track pants and plenty of tank tops, tube tops and corset stile tops. She packed a few sweaters and peasant tops just in case and packed a pair of running shoes, platforms, a pair of high healed boots made out of black leather and a few pairs of flip flops and sandals.
In no time at all Rogue was done packing her suitcase and she double checked to see that nothing was messing, including under garments. The next thing she had to pack were CDs, a few good books, and her diary-of course, which was a thick, black and red leather notebook-and her black laptop. She put all of these items in the black leather knapsack that she would be carrying with her on the plane.
At that exact minute, Kitty barged into the room and was taken aback by the sight of Rogue packing.
"Like Rogue what are you like doing. Please don't tell me your like leaving!" screeched the valley girl desperately.
"Chill Kit ah ain't leavin' yah ah'm just goin on vacation. Apparently tha Professah thinks it a good idea an' it will probable help meh relax or some sort o' crap lahke that." Said Rogue not paying that much attention to her perky roommate.
"Like oh my gosh Rogue you're so lucky. So like where are you like going to?" asked Kitty.
"N'Awleans." Answered Rogue.
"Like that is like so like totally like cool!" screamed Kitty all starry eyed over doing it with the 'likes' to add that extra annoying effect.
"Hey Kitty can yah maybe stop screaming in mah ear please!" pleaded Rogue who was all ready annoyed enough as it is.
"Oh I'm like sorry, Rogue. But you don't like have to get all moody about it." Said Kitty and than phased out of the room.
"Why do I put up with her?!" stated Rogue exasperated.
"Because I'm like your room mate and best friend." Said Kitty phasing her head through the door.
"It was s'ppose ta be a rhetorical question." Said Rogue.
"A like what?" asked Kitty cloueleslly wrinkling her brow in confusion.
"Nevah mahnde now will yah please let meh pack in peace?" said Rogue addressing it to Kitty as a command more than a as a question.
"Geez!" mumbled Kitty than phased completely through the door.
_~*~_
Ok so here is the end of chapter one and I hope that all of you enjoyed so please review. I don't mind flames so please do go ahead and tell me what I should fix about this fic!
Everything else has basically happened like in the real show, so yes Apocalypse has been released but my fic is before "Cajun Spice". Rogue is 18 years old and Remy's 20 years old.
_~*~_
Professor Charles Xavier sat at his large mahogany desk facing a high window. Behind him Ororro, Logan and Hank were all seated patiently in front of the desk. He slowly turned around to face them.
"I have asked you all to come here because I have come to a decision and I wish to hear what you all think about this," said the Professor in a critical voice.
"Please, go ahead, Charles," said the weather witch brushing a lock of snowy white hair from her delicate, coffee colored face.
"Very well. As you all have probable noticed, ever since the "incident" with Apocalypse and Mystique, there has been a certain tension between Rogue and the rest of the X-men. She has started isolating herself from everyone even more than before and I'm afraid that this will do her no good in helping her with the control of her power." Said the Professor gravely, "It has also come to my attention that there is a mounting tension between Rogue and Kurt because of the whole episode with Mystique. I Partially don't blame Rogue for her actions. Mystique has done her a world of hurt and betrayal. So this has made me think of a solution to Rogue's isolation and trust problem. I believe that if Rogue is to take a.vacation should I say, it will help her trust again and it will be a chance for her to relax a bit and not continue being so depressed and isolated from the world."
"So what're you sayin' Chuck, that we send her away!" said an outraged Logan.
"Oh no Logan, you misunderstand me, I simply suggest that we send her on a vacation to help clear her mind a bit." Stated Xavier with a small smile.
"I see what yer sayin', but do you think it's a good idea to let the kid go away all by herself?" Stated Logan.
"Logan, Rogue is eighteen now, she is not a kid anymore and the fact that you still treat her as one might also affect the way she treats everyone and her fallings towards us" Said Xavier with a stern look towards Logan.
"But Charles, what about her medical condition. Ever since she released Apocalypse Rogue has been weekend a lot." declared Hank.
"I understand your point Hank, but I think that she is healthy enough for a trip." Said the Professor.
"I believe it to be a very good idea Charles. Rogue certainly needs some time away from all of this, but tell me where do you plan to send her." Asked Ororro.
"Well Ororro, at first I wanted to send her to Europe so she can experience the wonderful cultural experience it offers but that I realized that I need to send her somewhere that a teens could enjoy themselves not where an adult enjoys himself so I think that it would be a good decision to send Rogue on a one month trip to New Orleans." Said the Professor, " Her homework can be send to her through email on her laptop and I shell give her some spending money."
"Very well Charles, so it is settled than, all we have to do is break the new to Rogue who I'm sure will be thrilled." Said Hank, a warm smile adorned his beast like features.
"Yes Hank, I shell telepathically ask Rogue to come in here." Said the Professor placing his hands on his temples and concentrating.
_~*~_
The mutant that simply went by the name Rogue sat in her room listening to Linkin Park at full blast. She was lying down on her black silk covered bed. Her porcelain like face showed now emotions as she tapped her foot with the rhythm of the song.
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own
The song reminded her so much of herself, of the way her life was. She would never be able to touch, to feel, to love or be loved. . . never. She was a frick among fricks, vampire they called heart school. Not because oh her powers, most of them probable didn't even know, but because of the way she dressed and put makeup on. Yet it was true, she was a vampire. Just by simple touch she absorbed the life force out of any human being.
I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong
A tear slowly slid down her porcelain face, followed by another and another. She hastily rubbed them away standing up. A long time ago she had promised herself never to shed tears over anything, especially not over something so silly. It was time to stop pitying herself and just face life. After all her favorite saying was none other than 'Life's a bitch and than you die, screw the world than go get high'.
And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere/Only to fin that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own
It was pointless to feel sorry for herself because that's just how it had to be. Out of the million of people out there God placed this evil curse on her probable because he was convinced that she would be able to handle it.
I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away
I'll find myself today
Maybe some day it would be possible for her to touch bt till that day came she just had to try hard and stop feeling so sorry for herself.
I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
somewhere I belong. . .
Rogue pressed the stop button on her CD player and was ready to go out for a walk when but all of a sudden the Professor's voice filled her head, asking her to meat him in his office. She exited the room and made her way through the numerous halls of the mansion till she got to the Professor's office. Before entering the room Rogue stared at the door for a few seconds. What in the world could he want to talk to her about? She desperately hoped it wasn't another lecture about how it would be good for her if she socialized more.
Rogue knocked on the door 2 times before entering the office. Inside the office the Professor was seated at his desk, and Ororro, Hank, and Logan sat in front of the desk on comfortable black leather armchairs. The office was fairly big and decorated with modern looking furniture. The Professor's mahogany desk was placed next to the window on the east side of the room. There was a dark colored wall-to-wall rug on the floor and a dark navy blur shelf with metal posts was placed on one side of the room. A flat screen TV was on the opposite wall with DVD and video underneath it. A few cubist stile paintings adorned the pure white walls and in between the for leather armchairs in front of the desk, was a low, glass coffee table. The high window behind the Professor's desk had a beautiful view of the mansion garden and simple dark curtains that were pulled back framed the window.
"Ah, Rogue I'm so happy that you could join us. Won't you take a seat please?" said the Professor with a warm smile, indicating to the 4th leather seat. Rogue gingerly sat down than turned her emerald eyes towards the Professor.
"Yah wanted ta see meh Professah, so here as am. Now what's this all 'bout?" she asked calmly.
"Well Rogue, we have all noticed that you seem to be a bit depressed especially since the incident with Mystique so we have decided that it would do you good to take a small break so that you can relax a bit."
"Ya'll wanna send meh away?!" asked Rogue in fuming offend. All four adults laughed at her remark.
"Of course not my dear, we simply thought it was good to send you on an all expenses compensated vacation," said the Professor, "That is of course if you would like to go of course."
Rogue looked at him for a few moments as if he all of a sudden had magically sprouted hair. Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Yer kiddin' meh, raht?" she asked in disbelief afraid to think for only a second that it might actually be true.
"Not a joke Stripes so start packin' cuz your leavin' tomorrow mornin'." Stated Logan lazily.
"Allraght. . . well this is very unexpected so where 'm ah goin' than?' said a very confused Rogue.
"Oh your going to New Orleans and you have a one month reservation at "The Palace" in the French Quarter (Author: ok guys there is no such hotel in the French Quarter or at least I don't think so, I'm just making this up, ok) and you leave tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock." Said the Professor.
"So this is all settled than, Ah'm goin' ta N'Owleans an' there's no buts 'bout it?" said Rogue frantically throwing her arms in the air to make it more dramatic. Sure she was happy on the inside one month without any school, x-men or stupid mutant haters.
"Yes, unless you have any objection of course." Said the Professor.
"Oh no, not at all, no objections." Said Rogue immediately.
"Very well than. I suggest that you go get packed now." Said the Professor dismissing her from his office. "Oh and your homework will be send to you on your laptop and it is expected that you complete it, Rogue." He added taking in Rogue's look of displeasure.
_~*~_
Rogue entered her room, delicately closing the door behind her. She was still in a state of sheer shock and was afraid that any minute she'd wake up and realize it was all a hallucination.
Ever since the release of Apocalypse she'd wanted to get away from the X- men for a bit and sort out her thoughts a bit. It really was unbearable how everyone tried to act like they were all concerned about her welfare but most of the team didn't really care. She was tired of everyone asking her if she was ok, whenever they were in the same room with her. And it was also very sickening how Jean and Scott took their relationship outside the room. Rogue had gotten over her little crush on Scott along time ago after realizing what a lap dog he was with Jean.
Rogue opened her closet carelessly and glanced inside. There was only one problem with all of this, in New Orleans it was probable boiling hot so what could she wear. She needed to wear stuff that covered her skin. The gothic beauty took out a large suitcase and started packing in it skirts, mesh tops, jeans, sweat pants, track pants and plenty of tank tops, tube tops and corset stile tops. She packed a few sweaters and peasant tops just in case and packed a pair of running shoes, platforms, a pair of high healed boots made out of black leather and a few pairs of flip flops and sandals.
In no time at all Rogue was done packing her suitcase and she double checked to see that nothing was messing, including under garments. The next thing she had to pack were CDs, a few good books, and her diary-of course, which was a thick, black and red leather notebook-and her black laptop. She put all of these items in the black leather knapsack that she would be carrying with her on the plane.
At that exact minute, Kitty barged into the room and was taken aback by the sight of Rogue packing.
"Like Rogue what are you like doing. Please don't tell me your like leaving!" screeched the valley girl desperately.
"Chill Kit ah ain't leavin' yah ah'm just goin on vacation. Apparently tha Professah thinks it a good idea an' it will probable help meh relax or some sort o' crap lahke that." Said Rogue not paying that much attention to her perky roommate.
"Like oh my gosh Rogue you're so lucky. So like where are you like going to?" asked Kitty.
"N'Awleans." Answered Rogue.
"Like that is like so like totally like cool!" screamed Kitty all starry eyed over doing it with the 'likes' to add that extra annoying effect.
"Hey Kitty can yah maybe stop screaming in mah ear please!" pleaded Rogue who was all ready annoyed enough as it is.
"Oh I'm like sorry, Rogue. But you don't like have to get all moody about it." Said Kitty and than phased out of the room.
"Why do I put up with her?!" stated Rogue exasperated.
"Because I'm like your room mate and best friend." Said Kitty phasing her head through the door.
"It was s'ppose ta be a rhetorical question." Said Rogue.
"A like what?" asked Kitty cloueleslly wrinkling her brow in confusion.
"Nevah mahnde now will yah please let meh pack in peace?" said Rogue addressing it to Kitty as a command more than a as a question.
"Geez!" mumbled Kitty than phased completely through the door.
_~*~_
Ok so here is the end of chapter one and I hope that all of you enjoyed so please review. I don't mind flames so please do go ahead and tell me what I should fix about this fic!