Thank you everyone so much for the four reviews! They get me writing! I
changed the whole "attack!" "Counter attack!" thing once I read through my
story one more time. Oh yeah, and when people are using telepathic powers,
like sending messages to someone's mind, it'll be ~like this. ~ I'm not
going to put in any accents. Another thing: I completely own X-Men. Yeah, I
bought it from Marvel! Happiness! ^_^ No, not really. ( Please R&R!
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"What? How can-how can you . . . be me?" Rogue stammered to her older self.
The older Rogue looked just as shocked.
"You're-you're a teenage me!" She said fearfully. "You told me not to be shocked," she added to a black lady with white hair, ("Storm, no doubt," Rogue thought) "But how can I NOT be shocked!"
Storm smiled, looking pretty as ever, "Well, that depends."
All of a sudden, Bobby started to stir. He yawned a bit and then smiled at young-Rogue beside him. Then he looked forward. And his jaw dropped about three inches. Bobby kept on looking back and forth from one Rogue to another. He was in complete and utter shock. Rogue swore later that she thought Bobby was going to faint!
"Uh . . . am I awake, or am I still sleeping? If so, I'm just going to crawl under the covers and forget this ever happened. Rogue, pinch me." Bobby started going under. Rogue hit him on the head.
"Ow! I said pinch! That was not a pinch! That was a hit!"
Rogue shrugged. "Same difference."
The older X-Men watched the two bicker with smiles on their faces. It was a little odd to watch these people from the past acting like this, but it was better compared to the way kids had to act nowadays. Now they don't have time to laugh, tease, play, or do what they used to be able to. Just because they're mutants.
All of a sudden, John woke up and flicked open his lighter. He sent a fire ball at his "enemies" the old X-Men, thinking they were captured. Bobby, on reflex, froze them in midair before they could hurt anyone.
John gave Bobby a glare and a questioning look, but then he saw the people he was going to attack. Like Bobby, he stared at them for a little bit with wide eyes. But then he resumed his tough guy act and put on a cool, casual attitude.
"Who are you guys?" he demanded.
"I think you know who we are John." Older Rogue snapped, her voice full of utter loathing.
The hate in Older Rogue's voice caught John off guard. He knew she must have some dislike because he left them, but he didn't actually think she'd hate him!
"Rogue?"
"Who else? Of course, with your sick mind you're bond to do anything!" Older Rogue spat out, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Okay . . ."
Kurt (their furry blue savior) laid a hand gently on Older Rogue's arm, careful not to touch her skin.
"The Lord forgives everyone for their sins. If our theory is correct, then this Pyro has not committed the crimes you hate him for yet anyway." Kurt preached, his voice gentle.
Older Rogue yanked her arm away. "How can you still believe in that when the whole world is sought out just to kill us? Besides, John WILL do it, so why not hate him?"
"Wait, hold on, time out." Bobby held his hands up in a "T", "John will do what? What the heck is going on here?"
"Another thing," Rogue pointed out, "If you really ARE an older me, we can't really call both of us 'Rogue' can we?"
Older Rogue looked at her younger self thoughtfully. "I guess . . . well if I remember correctly, I liked to be called Rogue when I was . . . you. I guess you guys can call me Marie, and you Rogue."
Rogue nodded. "That's easier."
"BUT WHAT IS GOING ON?!" John yelled impatiently.
Marie glared at John. "Hold on, Jean will tell you."
"JEAN?" The trio exclaimed at the same time. Jean had died . . . hadn't she?
They finally looked at the other people who were with them besides Marie and Kurt. They were in shock, so they never noticed Jean and . . . Scott? Rogue thought it was Scott. It sure looked like him, glasses and all.
Jean waved their surprise aside. "I've gotten used to that a long time ago. It's really complicated, but it has something to do with the Phoenix . . ."
"You mean one of those fire bird things in legends?" John asked.
Rogue and Bobby looked at him in surprise. "I didn't know you had the brains to know that kind of stuff." Bobby said.
John glared at him. "I do my homework . . . most of the time."
"Anyway, it's a long story. The thing you need to know is what's happening now. Even we don't know for sure, but we have a theory, and if you answer some questions, then we can see if it's right or wrong." Jean continued.
"Do you know how you got here?" Scott asked.
Bobby took this one. "Not really. I just remember the Brotherhood and the X- Men having a huge battle, and we shot one big blast at them, and they did the same thing to us. Next thing I know, I'm lying in an alley with Rouge and Pyro." Bobby decided not to use Pyro's real name when he thought of that battle.
"That's all." Kurt said.
"One question? That's it?" Rogue asked.
"That's it."
"Ok, listen carefully and don't faint or something. We think that that blast that the two groups sent at each other in the past . . . um, I mean the present . . . caused a great blast of energy, which somehow sent you here . . . into the future." Jean paused a little to let it all sink in.
"Ok, are we shooting a movie on the Sci-Fi channel?" Rogue said, throwing up her hands.
"We ARE people who would be on it after all. I figured if the X-Men didn't work out I'd get a job there and make Arctic sets or something." Bobby joked.
"Anyway, your being here disrupts the flow of time. We need to get you back to your time. Soon. We just have to figure out how. And I must warn you," Jean said, lowering her voice, "that in this time, things have changed. Do you remember the police officer who attacked you, Rogue?"
"Yeah. I figured he was just a mutant hater." Rogue replied.
"He is. But unfortunally, many changes occurred after your time. The Mutant Registration Law was passed, and they did one thing more. You may remember that the president tried to help us not get the law passed. He vetoed the law, but the Senate overruled him with the two thirds vote. They barely overruled him and the law was passed. And later, after the old president left, they got a new one, President Johnson, who hates mutants. In fact, his daughter is one, and he threw her out. We're taking care of her now. Anyway, he passed a law that outlawed mutants and legalized our deaths-and a new sport arose-mutant hunting. We still have some non-mutant allies, but they can do little, for they have been threatened with their lives and their family's lives. We are no longer protected citizens. Each big-shot city created a separate police force-called the Mutant Police. If someone reports to them about a mutant, they go immediately."
"Sick. They're as sick as Stryker, the little-" Bobby swore harshly.
"Stryker. Hmm. That's a name I hadn't had to think about for years." Scott said.
"So in our time, people hate us. In this time, they kill us!" John hissed. He moved his arm as if to get up.
"Sit down John." Jean ordered. John ignored her.
"I said, SIT DOWN!" Jean used her telekinesis to force John back on the table. "Your arm still needs repairing. Medicine is a lot better these days, but healing broken bones is no piece of cake. Besides, we can't let you leave. You'll probably just go out and burn some public buildings and we will be in more trouble than before!"
John growled. "Fine." He said, giving up. "You weren't this strong last time I saw you."
"'With age and practice comes great power.' " Jean said simply.
John scoffed. "Who'd you hear that one from? A fortune cookie?"
Jean is usually a mellow and calm person, but at these words her eyes lit up like they did in Canada. She vibrated of power.
"For your information, JOHN, I got that from Professor Xavier, who is no longer with us!" Jean said. She didn't need to speak loudly, her voice was enough.
Bobby and Rogue felt a cold shiver go down their spines. The Professor, their mentor . . . dead?
"How did he die?" Rogue whispered in a barely audible voice.
But Jean had heard. "He died protecting us, allowing us enough time to get away from President Johnson's army. He sacrificed himself for us."
There was silence. Kurt bowed his head and was mumbling some German words, probably a prayer.
"And after all that . . ." Marie said.
The three looked up at her.
"You wanna know why I hate Pyro so much? It's partly because he abandoned us and took away our friendship. But do YOU know what ELSE you took away?" Marie said, her voice getting steadily higher and louder.
"N-no." John stuttered. This Marie was starting to scare him. He personally didn't want to know what else he had done.
"You . . . you murdered Bobby Drake. You murdered your best friend."
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"What? How can-how can you . . . be me?" Rogue stammered to her older self.
The older Rogue looked just as shocked.
"You're-you're a teenage me!" She said fearfully. "You told me not to be shocked," she added to a black lady with white hair, ("Storm, no doubt," Rogue thought) "But how can I NOT be shocked!"
Storm smiled, looking pretty as ever, "Well, that depends."
All of a sudden, Bobby started to stir. He yawned a bit and then smiled at young-Rogue beside him. Then he looked forward. And his jaw dropped about three inches. Bobby kept on looking back and forth from one Rogue to another. He was in complete and utter shock. Rogue swore later that she thought Bobby was going to faint!
"Uh . . . am I awake, or am I still sleeping? If so, I'm just going to crawl under the covers and forget this ever happened. Rogue, pinch me." Bobby started going under. Rogue hit him on the head.
"Ow! I said pinch! That was not a pinch! That was a hit!"
Rogue shrugged. "Same difference."
The older X-Men watched the two bicker with smiles on their faces. It was a little odd to watch these people from the past acting like this, but it was better compared to the way kids had to act nowadays. Now they don't have time to laugh, tease, play, or do what they used to be able to. Just because they're mutants.
All of a sudden, John woke up and flicked open his lighter. He sent a fire ball at his "enemies" the old X-Men, thinking they were captured. Bobby, on reflex, froze them in midair before they could hurt anyone.
John gave Bobby a glare and a questioning look, but then he saw the people he was going to attack. Like Bobby, he stared at them for a little bit with wide eyes. But then he resumed his tough guy act and put on a cool, casual attitude.
"Who are you guys?" he demanded.
"I think you know who we are John." Older Rogue snapped, her voice full of utter loathing.
The hate in Older Rogue's voice caught John off guard. He knew she must have some dislike because he left them, but he didn't actually think she'd hate him!
"Rogue?"
"Who else? Of course, with your sick mind you're bond to do anything!" Older Rogue spat out, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Okay . . ."
Kurt (their furry blue savior) laid a hand gently on Older Rogue's arm, careful not to touch her skin.
"The Lord forgives everyone for their sins. If our theory is correct, then this Pyro has not committed the crimes you hate him for yet anyway." Kurt preached, his voice gentle.
Older Rogue yanked her arm away. "How can you still believe in that when the whole world is sought out just to kill us? Besides, John WILL do it, so why not hate him?"
"Wait, hold on, time out." Bobby held his hands up in a "T", "John will do what? What the heck is going on here?"
"Another thing," Rogue pointed out, "If you really ARE an older me, we can't really call both of us 'Rogue' can we?"
Older Rogue looked at her younger self thoughtfully. "I guess . . . well if I remember correctly, I liked to be called Rogue when I was . . . you. I guess you guys can call me Marie, and you Rogue."
Rogue nodded. "That's easier."
"BUT WHAT IS GOING ON?!" John yelled impatiently.
Marie glared at John. "Hold on, Jean will tell you."
"JEAN?" The trio exclaimed at the same time. Jean had died . . . hadn't she?
They finally looked at the other people who were with them besides Marie and Kurt. They were in shock, so they never noticed Jean and . . . Scott? Rogue thought it was Scott. It sure looked like him, glasses and all.
Jean waved their surprise aside. "I've gotten used to that a long time ago. It's really complicated, but it has something to do with the Phoenix . . ."
"You mean one of those fire bird things in legends?" John asked.
Rogue and Bobby looked at him in surprise. "I didn't know you had the brains to know that kind of stuff." Bobby said.
John glared at him. "I do my homework . . . most of the time."
"Anyway, it's a long story. The thing you need to know is what's happening now. Even we don't know for sure, but we have a theory, and if you answer some questions, then we can see if it's right or wrong." Jean continued.
"Do you know how you got here?" Scott asked.
Bobby took this one. "Not really. I just remember the Brotherhood and the X- Men having a huge battle, and we shot one big blast at them, and they did the same thing to us. Next thing I know, I'm lying in an alley with Rouge and Pyro." Bobby decided not to use Pyro's real name when he thought of that battle.
"That's all." Kurt said.
"One question? That's it?" Rogue asked.
"That's it."
"Ok, listen carefully and don't faint or something. We think that that blast that the two groups sent at each other in the past . . . um, I mean the present . . . caused a great blast of energy, which somehow sent you here . . . into the future." Jean paused a little to let it all sink in.
"Ok, are we shooting a movie on the Sci-Fi channel?" Rogue said, throwing up her hands.
"We ARE people who would be on it after all. I figured if the X-Men didn't work out I'd get a job there and make Arctic sets or something." Bobby joked.
"Anyway, your being here disrupts the flow of time. We need to get you back to your time. Soon. We just have to figure out how. And I must warn you," Jean said, lowering her voice, "that in this time, things have changed. Do you remember the police officer who attacked you, Rogue?"
"Yeah. I figured he was just a mutant hater." Rogue replied.
"He is. But unfortunally, many changes occurred after your time. The Mutant Registration Law was passed, and they did one thing more. You may remember that the president tried to help us not get the law passed. He vetoed the law, but the Senate overruled him with the two thirds vote. They barely overruled him and the law was passed. And later, after the old president left, they got a new one, President Johnson, who hates mutants. In fact, his daughter is one, and he threw her out. We're taking care of her now. Anyway, he passed a law that outlawed mutants and legalized our deaths-and a new sport arose-mutant hunting. We still have some non-mutant allies, but they can do little, for they have been threatened with their lives and their family's lives. We are no longer protected citizens. Each big-shot city created a separate police force-called the Mutant Police. If someone reports to them about a mutant, they go immediately."
"Sick. They're as sick as Stryker, the little-" Bobby swore harshly.
"Stryker. Hmm. That's a name I hadn't had to think about for years." Scott said.
"So in our time, people hate us. In this time, they kill us!" John hissed. He moved his arm as if to get up.
"Sit down John." Jean ordered. John ignored her.
"I said, SIT DOWN!" Jean used her telekinesis to force John back on the table. "Your arm still needs repairing. Medicine is a lot better these days, but healing broken bones is no piece of cake. Besides, we can't let you leave. You'll probably just go out and burn some public buildings and we will be in more trouble than before!"
John growled. "Fine." He said, giving up. "You weren't this strong last time I saw you."
"'With age and practice comes great power.' " Jean said simply.
John scoffed. "Who'd you hear that one from? A fortune cookie?"
Jean is usually a mellow and calm person, but at these words her eyes lit up like they did in Canada. She vibrated of power.
"For your information, JOHN, I got that from Professor Xavier, who is no longer with us!" Jean said. She didn't need to speak loudly, her voice was enough.
Bobby and Rogue felt a cold shiver go down their spines. The Professor, their mentor . . . dead?
"How did he die?" Rogue whispered in a barely audible voice.
But Jean had heard. "He died protecting us, allowing us enough time to get away from President Johnson's army. He sacrificed himself for us."
There was silence. Kurt bowed his head and was mumbling some German words, probably a prayer.
"And after all that . . ." Marie said.
The three looked up at her.
"You wanna know why I hate Pyro so much? It's partly because he abandoned us and took away our friendship. But do YOU know what ELSE you took away?" Marie said, her voice getting steadily higher and louder.
"N-no." John stuttered. This Marie was starting to scare him. He personally didn't want to know what else he had done.
"You . . . you murdered Bobby Drake. You murdered your best friend."
