Title: A Mother's Love
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Poverty is my constant friend. Please don't sue. I make no money from this.
Summary: Pretty much from the word go Mystique has been a total washout as a mother. She lied to Rogue, never had that big talk with Kurt after Pietro sabotaged it, and never really tried to do right by her children throughout Evolution. Many have theories about why, and write fan fiction detailing their opinions. This isn't one of those. No, this fic asks a different question. What if after she recruited Rogue, Mystique tried to be a GOOD mother?
*****
It had been a good few weeks, all things considered for Rogue and Mystique. Although they kept things strictly business-like and professional around the boys, they had come to a point where they were adjusting quite well to being mother and daughter again in private. Only two things had really caused any bumps in their newly fledged family bond. One was Mystique's continued fear of revealing their relationship to Kurt, and the other was Rogue's apparent growing crush on Scott Summers.
Not that Scott was a bad boy, in Mystique's estimation. Far from it, actually. She had enough knowledge of him from both her cover as the school principal, and from seeing him fight as an X-man, to see that he quite intelligent and resourceful. It was just that he happened to be her daughter's first real crush. When one coupled that with the fact he was Xavier's prized pupil, along with his obvious pursuit of, and crush on his team mate Jean Grey, he just seemed destined to break Marie's heart. Mystique had felt enough heartbreak in her life to know she wanted to shield her daughter from it if she could. Still, she also knew better than to openly oppose the girl's feelings. That would only make the independent Rogue want him more. No, instead she simply resorted to good natured teasing and open discussion. Both were sure fire ways to keep the teenager from openly admitting to anything, or pursuing it.
It was ironic then, when Rogue came to her with an admission that involved both 'bumps' at once.
"Uh, Momma? I have somethin' ta tell yah." Rogue said with a stutter as she looked to the surface of the table she was sitting at.
They were in a diner they had come to frequent, as Mystique wore the form of a petite, purple headed British girl named 'Risty.' It was a perfect camouflage that would easily throw off the Brotherhood boys, or the X-men, if they were seen. They just looked like two goth teenagers hanging out and eating. It didn't hurt that Mystique had patterned herself after a real person, in case Xavier or Magneto saw them and got nosy. They'd probably both think the same thing. Rogue was talking to a young mutant woman named Betsy, and was trying to recruit her to the 'cause'. Idiots. Let them believe their own hype and propaganda. She had more important things to deal with.
Mystique knew something was wrong when Rogue's accent got heavier. It always happened when the girl was upset. "What is it, child?" she asked gently, even though she knew she wouldn't like the answer.
"Ah kind of screwed up yesterdah'. You know haw Freddy got all desperate and lovesick and stuff, an' kidnapped Miss Perfect Jean?" Rogue asked, waiting for a nod of confirmation from 'Risty' before continuing. "An' yah know how I was working with Scott on Romeo an' Juliet after school then, rahght? Well, Kurt teleported ontah the table we were readin' at, an' I kinda called him an annoying little brother in front of Scott after he popped out. It know it was stupid, and dangerous, but it just slipped out. I cain't help but think of him like that. I mean, he /is/ mah little brothah, yah know?"
"What were you're exact words, Marie?" Mystique asked seriously, her face betraying no emotion.
"Well, Kurt teleported in, and I made a comment about his sulphur smoke. Then he told Scott tha' he needed to help look fo' Jean. Then when Kurt Popped out I kind of sighed and said 'My God, is such an annoyin' little brother.'" Rogue replied.
"And what was the response to that from young mister Summers?" 'Risty' asked.
"He just shrugged it off with a chuckle an' said 'Yeah. Kurt kind is like an annoyin' brother sometimes, but he's still glad to have him around. He makes life interesting.'" Rogue responded, still looking to the table.
Mystique sighed with relief at that answer. "Well, it sounds like there was no real harm done, then. Mr. Summers' response makes it seem like he thought you were referring to how he and Kurt act toward each other. I doubt he'd think twice about it again, or bring it up with anyone. I highly doubt he'd make a connection to you and Kurt being related."
She gave Rogue a moment to sigh in relief herself before she added, "That doesn't mean it wasn't careless and dangerous, Marie. I know you want to tell Kurt. _I_ want a chance to get close to my son as much as anyone. That doesn't mean we can afford to be careless. Remember, it's as much a risk for him as it would be for us. I'd prefer to avoid danger for all of us, if at all possible."
Rogue nodded penitently at the shape shifter's words. "I know that. It just slipped out. And I just wish so mush that I could tell him. He deserves to know, and this sneaking around is tearin' me up inside." she said.
"I know honey. I know. And we will tell him, and soon. Just not yet." Mystique soothed, patting her daughter's hand gently.
Little did they know how soon Kurt would discover his heritage. It was only a few scant weeks later that all was revealed.
*****
The day started out like most others for Rogue. She avoided the pathetic drones of the school, talked a little with the Brotherhood kids, and watched her little brother from afar. The fact that he was usually near Scott at school when she'd see him was just icing...really.
This time was a little different, however. For one thing, Kurt was here before school, while Rogue was wandering aimlessly, enjoying being outside of the oppressive walls of the learning institution as much as possible. One problem with having the principal for your mother was that it made the very idea of ditching...unpleasant. Another odd thing was that her kid bother was not wearing his usual hologram. Ad far as she knew, he was obsessive about wearing it at all times, barring missions with the X-men. The fact that he had on what looked like a high tech backpack and headset, and was walking around like that in /broad daylight/ really worried the goth. Put it all together, and it bore more personal looking into.
"What are you doin' here all blue and fuzzy?" she asked, her fact set into its customary scowl.
"Ah, Guten Morgen to you too, Frau Rogue. The professor vas detecting odd energy readings here from the Institute. I vas sent to check it out." The German mutant replied, before going into the hidden laboratory.
Rogue stood there for a few seconds, debating on whether or not she should follow him, when it became a moot point, as he was hurled out of the room and into a bunch of empty boxes by an explosion. As he lay there, still smoking from the blast, Rogue became a little frantic as she checked him over for injuries. He seemed out of it, so she didn't know how bad he was hurt.
"Kurt! Are yah alright? C'mon little brother, talk to me here. Don't you go dyin' on me now." she babbled, while she tried to rouse him. As she checked him over, a small part of her marveled at her brother's soft fur through her thin gloves. It was so delicate, like crushed velvet. Rogue had little doubt that the first girl with enough common sense to realize it (which excluded Kitty in her opinion) would discover quite the catch in her baby brother and his fur. That thought, in turn caused Rogue to go pale, as Kurt began to stir. She had just realized that she had called hi 'Little Brother' to his face. *Oh man. Momma's going to KILL me for this one.* she thought darkly.
Kurt muttered to himself in German as he regained his sense of where he was. He had heard what Rogue had said as she checked him over, but was too groggy to dwell over it at the moment. Instead he just grumbled, "Mein Gott. Who in their right mind bobby traps a lab with a bomb like that? How crazy was this guy?"
As he stood shakily, Rogue helped him up, and couldn't help but comment, "Take it easy, fuzzy. Yah just got blown up. Maybe you should check in with your friends and let them look you over."
Kurt just shook his head, both to reply to Rogue, and to shake out any remaining cobwebs as he replied, "Nah. I need to see if anything is still salvageable. The Professor wanted a full report on what was there. Besides, I'm not too shaken. I've had worse bumps fighting Lance or Fred. Danke for the concern, though, Rogue."
Rogue looked on dubiously, her arms crossed as he gave her a devil may care grin and entered the bombed out lab. She stood there for all of two seconds before growling to herself in frustration and following him. "Damned fool elf isn't gonna' be satisfied unless he gets himself killed." she complained to herself as she entered the bomb site.
"Well, looks like this place is slag." She commented as she observed the state of the room. It was true too. The hidden basement lab was blackened horribly by the blast, and every computer was so much scrap metal. In fact the only thing that survived was a dome shaped beige thing-a-majig. Kurt was looking said object over as she walked toward him.
"Jah. This is all that survived, it seems. I wonder what it does?" he mused touching the device.
Rogue could only look on in muted horror as a pink beam shot out of the device and appeared to vaporize her little brother. Finally, far too late to do anything, she shook off her shock enough to yell, "KURT!" and run to where he had been. Once she reached the place her little brother had stood a few seconds before, Rogue could only look on in further horror, before falling to her knees and weeping. "My baby brother's dead. Oh gawd, he's dead." she sobbed.
As Rogue wept her eyes out in Forge's lab, Kurt was looking around what appeared to be the halls of the high school in confusion, wondering what had just happened.
*****
END CHAPTER 3
Author: DhampyrX2
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Poverty is my constant friend. Please don't sue. I make no money from this.
Summary: Pretty much from the word go Mystique has been a total washout as a mother. She lied to Rogue, never had that big talk with Kurt after Pietro sabotaged it, and never really tried to do right by her children throughout Evolution. Many have theories about why, and write fan fiction detailing their opinions. This isn't one of those. No, this fic asks a different question. What if after she recruited Rogue, Mystique tried to be a GOOD mother?
*****
It had been a good few weeks, all things considered for Rogue and Mystique. Although they kept things strictly business-like and professional around the boys, they had come to a point where they were adjusting quite well to being mother and daughter again in private. Only two things had really caused any bumps in their newly fledged family bond. One was Mystique's continued fear of revealing their relationship to Kurt, and the other was Rogue's apparent growing crush on Scott Summers.
Not that Scott was a bad boy, in Mystique's estimation. Far from it, actually. She had enough knowledge of him from both her cover as the school principal, and from seeing him fight as an X-man, to see that he quite intelligent and resourceful. It was just that he happened to be her daughter's first real crush. When one coupled that with the fact he was Xavier's prized pupil, along with his obvious pursuit of, and crush on his team mate Jean Grey, he just seemed destined to break Marie's heart. Mystique had felt enough heartbreak in her life to know she wanted to shield her daughter from it if she could. Still, she also knew better than to openly oppose the girl's feelings. That would only make the independent Rogue want him more. No, instead she simply resorted to good natured teasing and open discussion. Both were sure fire ways to keep the teenager from openly admitting to anything, or pursuing it.
It was ironic then, when Rogue came to her with an admission that involved both 'bumps' at once.
"Uh, Momma? I have somethin' ta tell yah." Rogue said with a stutter as she looked to the surface of the table she was sitting at.
They were in a diner they had come to frequent, as Mystique wore the form of a petite, purple headed British girl named 'Risty.' It was a perfect camouflage that would easily throw off the Brotherhood boys, or the X-men, if they were seen. They just looked like two goth teenagers hanging out and eating. It didn't hurt that Mystique had patterned herself after a real person, in case Xavier or Magneto saw them and got nosy. They'd probably both think the same thing. Rogue was talking to a young mutant woman named Betsy, and was trying to recruit her to the 'cause'. Idiots. Let them believe their own hype and propaganda. She had more important things to deal with.
Mystique knew something was wrong when Rogue's accent got heavier. It always happened when the girl was upset. "What is it, child?" she asked gently, even though she knew she wouldn't like the answer.
"Ah kind of screwed up yesterdah'. You know haw Freddy got all desperate and lovesick and stuff, an' kidnapped Miss Perfect Jean?" Rogue asked, waiting for a nod of confirmation from 'Risty' before continuing. "An' yah know how I was working with Scott on Romeo an' Juliet after school then, rahght? Well, Kurt teleported ontah the table we were readin' at, an' I kinda called him an annoying little brother in front of Scott after he popped out. It know it was stupid, and dangerous, but it just slipped out. I cain't help but think of him like that. I mean, he /is/ mah little brothah, yah know?"
"What were you're exact words, Marie?" Mystique asked seriously, her face betraying no emotion.
"Well, Kurt teleported in, and I made a comment about his sulphur smoke. Then he told Scott tha' he needed to help look fo' Jean. Then when Kurt Popped out I kind of sighed and said 'My God, is such an annoyin' little brother.'" Rogue replied.
"And what was the response to that from young mister Summers?" 'Risty' asked.
"He just shrugged it off with a chuckle an' said 'Yeah. Kurt kind is like an annoyin' brother sometimes, but he's still glad to have him around. He makes life interesting.'" Rogue responded, still looking to the table.
Mystique sighed with relief at that answer. "Well, it sounds like there was no real harm done, then. Mr. Summers' response makes it seem like he thought you were referring to how he and Kurt act toward each other. I doubt he'd think twice about it again, or bring it up with anyone. I highly doubt he'd make a connection to you and Kurt being related."
She gave Rogue a moment to sigh in relief herself before she added, "That doesn't mean it wasn't careless and dangerous, Marie. I know you want to tell Kurt. _I_ want a chance to get close to my son as much as anyone. That doesn't mean we can afford to be careless. Remember, it's as much a risk for him as it would be for us. I'd prefer to avoid danger for all of us, if at all possible."
Rogue nodded penitently at the shape shifter's words. "I know that. It just slipped out. And I just wish so mush that I could tell him. He deserves to know, and this sneaking around is tearin' me up inside." she said.
"I know honey. I know. And we will tell him, and soon. Just not yet." Mystique soothed, patting her daughter's hand gently.
Little did they know how soon Kurt would discover his heritage. It was only a few scant weeks later that all was revealed.
*****
The day started out like most others for Rogue. She avoided the pathetic drones of the school, talked a little with the Brotherhood kids, and watched her little brother from afar. The fact that he was usually near Scott at school when she'd see him was just icing...really.
This time was a little different, however. For one thing, Kurt was here before school, while Rogue was wandering aimlessly, enjoying being outside of the oppressive walls of the learning institution as much as possible. One problem with having the principal for your mother was that it made the very idea of ditching...unpleasant. Another odd thing was that her kid bother was not wearing his usual hologram. Ad far as she knew, he was obsessive about wearing it at all times, barring missions with the X-men. The fact that he had on what looked like a high tech backpack and headset, and was walking around like that in /broad daylight/ really worried the goth. Put it all together, and it bore more personal looking into.
"What are you doin' here all blue and fuzzy?" she asked, her fact set into its customary scowl.
"Ah, Guten Morgen to you too, Frau Rogue. The professor vas detecting odd energy readings here from the Institute. I vas sent to check it out." The German mutant replied, before going into the hidden laboratory.
Rogue stood there for a few seconds, debating on whether or not she should follow him, when it became a moot point, as he was hurled out of the room and into a bunch of empty boxes by an explosion. As he lay there, still smoking from the blast, Rogue became a little frantic as she checked him over for injuries. He seemed out of it, so she didn't know how bad he was hurt.
"Kurt! Are yah alright? C'mon little brother, talk to me here. Don't you go dyin' on me now." she babbled, while she tried to rouse him. As she checked him over, a small part of her marveled at her brother's soft fur through her thin gloves. It was so delicate, like crushed velvet. Rogue had little doubt that the first girl with enough common sense to realize it (which excluded Kitty in her opinion) would discover quite the catch in her baby brother and his fur. That thought, in turn caused Rogue to go pale, as Kurt began to stir. She had just realized that she had called hi 'Little Brother' to his face. *Oh man. Momma's going to KILL me for this one.* she thought darkly.
Kurt muttered to himself in German as he regained his sense of where he was. He had heard what Rogue had said as she checked him over, but was too groggy to dwell over it at the moment. Instead he just grumbled, "Mein Gott. Who in their right mind bobby traps a lab with a bomb like that? How crazy was this guy?"
As he stood shakily, Rogue helped him up, and couldn't help but comment, "Take it easy, fuzzy. Yah just got blown up. Maybe you should check in with your friends and let them look you over."
Kurt just shook his head, both to reply to Rogue, and to shake out any remaining cobwebs as he replied, "Nah. I need to see if anything is still salvageable. The Professor wanted a full report on what was there. Besides, I'm not too shaken. I've had worse bumps fighting Lance or Fred. Danke for the concern, though, Rogue."
Rogue looked on dubiously, her arms crossed as he gave her a devil may care grin and entered the bombed out lab. She stood there for all of two seconds before growling to herself in frustration and following him. "Damned fool elf isn't gonna' be satisfied unless he gets himself killed." she complained to herself as she entered the bomb site.
"Well, looks like this place is slag." She commented as she observed the state of the room. It was true too. The hidden basement lab was blackened horribly by the blast, and every computer was so much scrap metal. In fact the only thing that survived was a dome shaped beige thing-a-majig. Kurt was looking said object over as she walked toward him.
"Jah. This is all that survived, it seems. I wonder what it does?" he mused touching the device.
Rogue could only look on in muted horror as a pink beam shot out of the device and appeared to vaporize her little brother. Finally, far too late to do anything, she shook off her shock enough to yell, "KURT!" and run to where he had been. Once she reached the place her little brother had stood a few seconds before, Rogue could only look on in further horror, before falling to her knees and weeping. "My baby brother's dead. Oh gawd, he's dead." she sobbed.
As Rogue wept her eyes out in Forge's lab, Kurt was looking around what appeared to be the halls of the high school in confusion, wondering what had just happened.
*****
END CHAPTER 3