ANs: I couldn't find a last name for Rogue. Apparently even the first name,
Marie, was invented by the films. According to Nightcrawlers' X-men Heroes
site, she has an alias in the comics, Dr. Kellogg.
Hated it.
So I'm calling her Marie LaVeau, after the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.
Bowled Over
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
May 27, 1999
It was noon and Buffy had reached her destination a few minutes earlier. She knew that everyone at the school was a mutant, as Scott had confessed as much a few years before. It didn't really bother her. Who was she to judge? Would she be perceived as any less freaksome by the masses? She had decided on the way from the airport that she would play dumb and not ask anyone about their powers until they offered. She could definitely relate to the students' need for privacy, as keeping secrets was part of the deal that came with Slayer strength and speed.
Buffy had changed from her traveling clothes into some jean shorts, a baby blue tank top and strappy sandals. She was seated at the kitchen island bar playing with her lunch. She leaned her cheek against her hand and closed her eyes. Scott dropped into the seat next to her. While she was glad to see her cousin, she wasn't ready for the customary onslaught of trivial questions that started their visits. Couldn't they just skip to the meaningful discussions this time? She turned her body away from him slightly. He didn't take the hint.
"So... Buffy, how's school going?" he asked.
"It's going. It goes... away every summer."
"I heard from Aunt Joyce that you didn't burn down the gym this year, not to mention minimal fights and class ditching." Nudging her shoulder for emphasis, he continued, "Way to go, cuz!"
Had he always been this lame, she mused.
The students behind her chuckled and Buffy groaned.
And your parents?" he continued.
Buffy lifted her head and smirked, "Mom's getting by. Dad smelled like his Secretary's perfume when he met me at the LAX Starbuck's this morning before my flight."
"Oh. Umm..." Scott started, but Buffy cut him off quickly.
"Now that he's single again, Dad's catching up on all the trends... daughter dumping, for example. It's the latest dance. All the cool dads are doing it."
Laughter erupted behind her.
Buffy slowly turned to look over her shoulder at the people Scott had introduced her to earlier. Charles Xavier, the school director, and his students: Marie LaVeau, Bobby Drake, and John Allerdyce, were gathered around the kitchen table. Professor Logan leaned casually against the window frame just beyond the table. His gaze was unreadable. Looking down again, she locked eyes with the perpetrator, who still smiled brilliantly, flicking his Zippo. He's a honey, she thought. Too bad he's a complete jerk.
She turned her rotating stool toward him, clutching her bowl in one hand. "Think that's funny, fuego boy?" she demanded aggressively.
"Hmmm, let's think. Do I find a spoiled little princess feeling sorry for herself funny? Yep. I sure do," he replied, no longer grinning.
"Well, this is what I call funny," she sneered. Forgetting her slayer strength, she shot her bowl at him like an upside-down Frisbee.
The bowl whizzed through the air, spraying sauce in a circular pattern on the floor, walls, and table's occupants. Then it connected John's forehead.
Thunk!
For a moment, everyone stared at Buffy in complete shock. Suddenly, John stood and swayed slightly.
"Oh my... oh I'm so so sorry! Ididn'tmeantoIreallydidn'tIjust...yougotmesomad..."
Gripping the table with both hands and lowering his chin determinedly, he bit out, "Somebody needs to teach you some manners, princess..."
"Ahh!" Buffy cried and made a break for the door with John hot on her trail. Reaching for the door knob and flinging herself forward into the garden, she thought she heard Scott mumble, "fuego boy?"
Professor Xavier wiped Buffy's alfredo sauce from his forehead with his napkin, and chuckled to himself. "Sassy little thing..."
"Not to mention deeply violent," Bobby added.
"And an excellent shot," Marie chimed in with a grin.
Scott apologized profusely to everyone. Marie and Bobby helped him to wipe up the mess, as Logan watched through the window as the teens outside raced toward the woods. Scott thought he heard his former rival mumble, "Damn she can really move..."
"I'm sorry that we had to bring her here," Scot began. "She's a sweet girl, but she's been in so much trouble since her parent's separation. My uncle's said that he's starting a new life with another woman and he didn't want Buffy to be upset and feel awkward. He left me with no real choice."
Turning to Scott, Xavier said, "Don't worry, Scott, Buffy has enough on her mind," then continued, almost to himself, "She's really quite an exceptional young lady, isn't she?"
Scott nodded distractedly, and whispered, "If only I could figure out how to help her get through this."
"Boxing lessons, perhaps?" Xavier suggested with a smile.
As she sensed John's approach, Buffy rounded a corner and pushed herself harder toward a copse of trees. She's never outrun him in these shoes. Damn he's fast, she thought with a small smile of appreciation.
Just before she reached the enveloping leaves of the first maple, John launched himself across the distance and brought her down. They rolled for several feet before he pushed himself on top of her, straddled her legs, and leaned forward on his elbows.
"That wasn't very polite... princess," he whispered, a smile in his voice. "I'm probably scarred for life."
She laughed and pushed up against him, testing his resolve. "Planning to sue?" she asked.
Brushing his lips against hers, he murmured, "Maybe..."
"Well then," she smirked against his mouth, "I retain the right to withhold the smoochies until you come around to my way of thinking." Using the element of surprise rather than her strength, she rolled him off her, kicked up to her feet and started walking back to the house.
"Later, fuego boy," she called to him dismissively.
"Hey! Princess!" he hollered for the whole yard to hear. Buffy stopped and whirled around. "Did you really burn down the gym?"
"Maybe..."
(end chapter)
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Hated it.
So I'm calling her Marie LaVeau, after the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.
Bowled Over
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
May 27, 1999
It was noon and Buffy had reached her destination a few minutes earlier. She knew that everyone at the school was a mutant, as Scott had confessed as much a few years before. It didn't really bother her. Who was she to judge? Would she be perceived as any less freaksome by the masses? She had decided on the way from the airport that she would play dumb and not ask anyone about their powers until they offered. She could definitely relate to the students' need for privacy, as keeping secrets was part of the deal that came with Slayer strength and speed.
Buffy had changed from her traveling clothes into some jean shorts, a baby blue tank top and strappy sandals. She was seated at the kitchen island bar playing with her lunch. She leaned her cheek against her hand and closed her eyes. Scott dropped into the seat next to her. While she was glad to see her cousin, she wasn't ready for the customary onslaught of trivial questions that started their visits. Couldn't they just skip to the meaningful discussions this time? She turned her body away from him slightly. He didn't take the hint.
"So... Buffy, how's school going?" he asked.
"It's going. It goes... away every summer."
"I heard from Aunt Joyce that you didn't burn down the gym this year, not to mention minimal fights and class ditching." Nudging her shoulder for emphasis, he continued, "Way to go, cuz!"
Had he always been this lame, she mused.
The students behind her chuckled and Buffy groaned.
And your parents?" he continued.
Buffy lifted her head and smirked, "Mom's getting by. Dad smelled like his Secretary's perfume when he met me at the LAX Starbuck's this morning before my flight."
"Oh. Umm..." Scott started, but Buffy cut him off quickly.
"Now that he's single again, Dad's catching up on all the trends... daughter dumping, for example. It's the latest dance. All the cool dads are doing it."
Laughter erupted behind her.
Buffy slowly turned to look over her shoulder at the people Scott had introduced her to earlier. Charles Xavier, the school director, and his students: Marie LaVeau, Bobby Drake, and John Allerdyce, were gathered around the kitchen table. Professor Logan leaned casually against the window frame just beyond the table. His gaze was unreadable. Looking down again, she locked eyes with the perpetrator, who still smiled brilliantly, flicking his Zippo. He's a honey, she thought. Too bad he's a complete jerk.
She turned her rotating stool toward him, clutching her bowl in one hand. "Think that's funny, fuego boy?" she demanded aggressively.
"Hmmm, let's think. Do I find a spoiled little princess feeling sorry for herself funny? Yep. I sure do," he replied, no longer grinning.
"Well, this is what I call funny," she sneered. Forgetting her slayer strength, she shot her bowl at him like an upside-down Frisbee.
The bowl whizzed through the air, spraying sauce in a circular pattern on the floor, walls, and table's occupants. Then it connected John's forehead.
Thunk!
For a moment, everyone stared at Buffy in complete shock. Suddenly, John stood and swayed slightly.
"Oh my... oh I'm so so sorry! Ididn'tmeantoIreallydidn'tIjust...yougotmesomad..."
Gripping the table with both hands and lowering his chin determinedly, he bit out, "Somebody needs to teach you some manners, princess..."
"Ahh!" Buffy cried and made a break for the door with John hot on her trail. Reaching for the door knob and flinging herself forward into the garden, she thought she heard Scott mumble, "fuego boy?"
Professor Xavier wiped Buffy's alfredo sauce from his forehead with his napkin, and chuckled to himself. "Sassy little thing..."
"Not to mention deeply violent," Bobby added.
"And an excellent shot," Marie chimed in with a grin.
Scott apologized profusely to everyone. Marie and Bobby helped him to wipe up the mess, as Logan watched through the window as the teens outside raced toward the woods. Scott thought he heard his former rival mumble, "Damn she can really move..."
"I'm sorry that we had to bring her here," Scot began. "She's a sweet girl, but she's been in so much trouble since her parent's separation. My uncle's said that he's starting a new life with another woman and he didn't want Buffy to be upset and feel awkward. He left me with no real choice."
Turning to Scott, Xavier said, "Don't worry, Scott, Buffy has enough on her mind," then continued, almost to himself, "She's really quite an exceptional young lady, isn't she?"
Scott nodded distractedly, and whispered, "If only I could figure out how to help her get through this."
"Boxing lessons, perhaps?" Xavier suggested with a smile.
As she sensed John's approach, Buffy rounded a corner and pushed herself harder toward a copse of trees. She's never outrun him in these shoes. Damn he's fast, she thought with a small smile of appreciation.
Just before she reached the enveloping leaves of the first maple, John launched himself across the distance and brought her down. They rolled for several feet before he pushed himself on top of her, straddled her legs, and leaned forward on his elbows.
"That wasn't very polite... princess," he whispered, a smile in his voice. "I'm probably scarred for life."
She laughed and pushed up against him, testing his resolve. "Planning to sue?" she asked.
Brushing his lips against hers, he murmured, "Maybe..."
"Well then," she smirked against his mouth, "I retain the right to withhold the smoochies until you come around to my way of thinking." Using the element of surprise rather than her strength, she rolled him off her, kicked up to her feet and started walking back to the house.
"Later, fuego boy," she called to him dismissively.
"Hey! Princess!" he hollered for the whole yard to hear. Buffy stopped and whirled around. "Did you really burn down the gym?"
"Maybe..."
(end chapter)
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