Disclaimer: Same old same old y'all. Nothing is mine including Kelly Clarkson or her CD Thankful. There are sooo many songs on there that remind me of Rogue!! Marvel's Mighty Mutants are Marvel's. No money here if I did I'd be anywhere but Ohio!! Oh an' please Read and Review ThanX!!
"Speech"
Thought
-Journal Entry-
In the Beginning I Was Fourteen
By: Rogue Marie LeBeau
Chapter 3: December 25th or All I Want for Christmas is a Friend
The mansion was decked out in the usual holiday garb of pine, holly, and tinsel as the students spent their first Christmas together. Most of the students had spent time earlier in the week with their families. Actually Rogue was the only one with a family that hadn't gone home.
"Ah'm sorry hon now's just not a good time" her mom had told her a week earlier in one of their rare phone calls. "Ah hope ya like the gift ah sent though."
The gift had come a few days later. A pair of long black gloves. The card was the picture kind from Wal-Mart, the message already printed, their names already printed.
Well, ah guess ah could use these she thought as she shoved them with about forty other pair into a dresser drawer. She sat the card on the desk in the corner. Her parents sat there smiling back in front of a fake fireplace scene. They looked so complete sitting there without her. Just like a happy couple without a mutant daughter to tie them down or embarrass them in front of their friends.
Now, Rogue sat at the end of a table, on Christmas evening, trying to swallow turkey past the lump in her throat. She couldn't even really taste the food mainly she just pushed it around on her plate and wished the evening were over. The rest of the X-Men laughed and swapped stories about past holidays or recent missions.
Rogue felt totally left out from the friendly banter. She didn't have many memories of past holidays, most of the time her parents were busy with work, friends, or whatever 'get rich quick scheme' that they were currently involved in. Of course Rogue had yet to be included in a mission, and she thought it was safe to say no one cared to hear stories of Weapon X or The Brotherhood. Stories that she too wished she could forget.
In the four months since she had been there Rogue had become very good at putting up walls and defenses around her feelings. As much as she tried to deny it the loneliness still hurt. She was still miserable, and to the others she came off as cold and aloof.
"OK everyone, Storm and I are going to do the dishes. Everyone else head to the tree. It's gift time!" Jean announced cheerfully.
Cheers and laughter rose from everyone as they raced off for the rec room.
When everyone sat down they broke off into pairs or into a group. Scott and Jean. Hank and Ororo. The rest of the X-Men Kitty, Kurt, Logan, Bobby, and Piotr sat together around the tree. Rogue took a spot in the corner just off enough from the others without calling attention to the fact.
She had managed to buy a small gift for each of the X-Men, either a book, or a scarf, or in Logan's case some wax for his bike. Rogue was satisfied with her choice of gifts.
Doesn't matter anyways if they like 'em or not. She tried to convince herself while praying that they did like them.
Everyone opened and showed their gifts off. Some where silly, like the Twinkies that Bobby bought Hank or the bunny slippers that Kurt got Kitty. Some of the gifts were sweet and romantic like the locket that Scott bought Jean or the silver ankle bracelet that Hank gave to Ororo. But there was one thing that they all had in common they were perfectly picked by the giver with the one receiving the gift in mind. These people knew each other and there was a great deal of care and thought in each and every gift.
When they opened their gifts from Rogue each person politely thanked her and then moved on to the next gift.
Well, at least they like 'em Rogue told herself though she only half believed it.
Rogue was the last to open her gifts. When she was finished there were eight pairs of gloves. One pair each from Kitty, Kurt, Bobby, Scott, Jean, Hank, Ororo, and Piotr.
Such nice gifts somethin' ah really needed She thought as she stared at the eight pairs of gloves. Eight pairs of gloves that seemed to scream 'don't touch me!' and 'don't get too close!'.
Then there was the box of flowery stationary from the professor. "You really should write your parents more often" he encouraged her with a kind smile.
Yeah maybe if they actually read 'em ah would she thought sadly.
"Um thanks y'all. They're just what ah needed," She sounded sincere but no one noticed that her smile was sad. Well, almost no one.
"Hey kid ya forgot one" Logan said tossing a package at her. It was a flat square gift with a tag that read 'To: Stripes From: Santa'
Rogue had done enough paperwork while the others were off on missions to know the handwriting was Logan's. She tore off the paper that was totally out of character for Logan, smiling reindeer and penguins. The gift inside was so perfect that she was shocked. Then she remembered something from nearly a month earlier....
Bang. Bang. Bang. "Turn down that blasted radio." Logan had yelled. Then he stuck his head into the doorway to her room. "I'm tryin' t' sleep."
"Ah sorry Logan. Ah really like this song. Ah guess ah didn't realize how loud it was." She explained.
"Well, listen t' your CD later." He grumbled.
"Oh it's not a CD it's the radio, but ah'll turn it down. Sorry." She apologized again as she turned down the volume.
"Yeah whatever." He mumbled as he walked back to his room.
Now she sat there on Christmas morning holding the very CD that the song was on, Kelly Clarkson's Thankful. He had done his homework. She beamed at Logan.
"Thanks Logan" she had to restrain herself from crying at the thoughtfulness of the gift.
"Yeah kid" he fought back a grin. "Just don't blast it when I'm tryin' t' sleep."
They all picked up torn wrapping paper and discarded ribbon throwing them into a huge trash can before scooping up their gifts and heading off to bed. Rogue went to the kitchen to get some water before going upstairs. On the way back she noticed Logan's gifts still in a pile on the floor and decided to find him and say goodnight. She noticed that the door to the garage was open.
Even though the gifts from most of his friends were piled on the rec room floor, Logan stood in the garage using the gift that had meant the most. It wasn't the biggest or the priciest but it had been chosen with care and hope.
Logan waxed his bike with a smile.
A real smile.
That smile meant more to Rogue than any gift that she had ever gotten. Silently she backed away and went up the stairs.
"Goodnight Stripes and Merry Christmas" Logan said even though he knew she had left.
Rogue was so tired she didn't feel like writing in her journal. But she knew she just had to.
-Dec 25-
-Today was Christmas and I got exactly what I wanted...a friend.-
And slowly the walls and defenses started to come down.
"Speech"
Thought
-Journal Entry-
In the Beginning I Was Fourteen
By: Rogue Marie LeBeau
Chapter 3: December 25th or All I Want for Christmas is a Friend
The mansion was decked out in the usual holiday garb of pine, holly, and tinsel as the students spent their first Christmas together. Most of the students had spent time earlier in the week with their families. Actually Rogue was the only one with a family that hadn't gone home.
"Ah'm sorry hon now's just not a good time" her mom had told her a week earlier in one of their rare phone calls. "Ah hope ya like the gift ah sent though."
The gift had come a few days later. A pair of long black gloves. The card was the picture kind from Wal-Mart, the message already printed, their names already printed.
Well, ah guess ah could use these she thought as she shoved them with about forty other pair into a dresser drawer. She sat the card on the desk in the corner. Her parents sat there smiling back in front of a fake fireplace scene. They looked so complete sitting there without her. Just like a happy couple without a mutant daughter to tie them down or embarrass them in front of their friends.
Now, Rogue sat at the end of a table, on Christmas evening, trying to swallow turkey past the lump in her throat. She couldn't even really taste the food mainly she just pushed it around on her plate and wished the evening were over. The rest of the X-Men laughed and swapped stories about past holidays or recent missions.
Rogue felt totally left out from the friendly banter. She didn't have many memories of past holidays, most of the time her parents were busy with work, friends, or whatever 'get rich quick scheme' that they were currently involved in. Of course Rogue had yet to be included in a mission, and she thought it was safe to say no one cared to hear stories of Weapon X or The Brotherhood. Stories that she too wished she could forget.
In the four months since she had been there Rogue had become very good at putting up walls and defenses around her feelings. As much as she tried to deny it the loneliness still hurt. She was still miserable, and to the others she came off as cold and aloof.
"OK everyone, Storm and I are going to do the dishes. Everyone else head to the tree. It's gift time!" Jean announced cheerfully.
Cheers and laughter rose from everyone as they raced off for the rec room.
When everyone sat down they broke off into pairs or into a group. Scott and Jean. Hank and Ororo. The rest of the X-Men Kitty, Kurt, Logan, Bobby, and Piotr sat together around the tree. Rogue took a spot in the corner just off enough from the others without calling attention to the fact.
She had managed to buy a small gift for each of the X-Men, either a book, or a scarf, or in Logan's case some wax for his bike. Rogue was satisfied with her choice of gifts.
Doesn't matter anyways if they like 'em or not. She tried to convince herself while praying that they did like them.
Everyone opened and showed their gifts off. Some where silly, like the Twinkies that Bobby bought Hank or the bunny slippers that Kurt got Kitty. Some of the gifts were sweet and romantic like the locket that Scott bought Jean or the silver ankle bracelet that Hank gave to Ororo. But there was one thing that they all had in common they were perfectly picked by the giver with the one receiving the gift in mind. These people knew each other and there was a great deal of care and thought in each and every gift.
When they opened their gifts from Rogue each person politely thanked her and then moved on to the next gift.
Well, at least they like 'em Rogue told herself though she only half believed it.
Rogue was the last to open her gifts. When she was finished there were eight pairs of gloves. One pair each from Kitty, Kurt, Bobby, Scott, Jean, Hank, Ororo, and Piotr.
Such nice gifts somethin' ah really needed She thought as she stared at the eight pairs of gloves. Eight pairs of gloves that seemed to scream 'don't touch me!' and 'don't get too close!'.
Then there was the box of flowery stationary from the professor. "You really should write your parents more often" he encouraged her with a kind smile.
Yeah maybe if they actually read 'em ah would she thought sadly.
"Um thanks y'all. They're just what ah needed," She sounded sincere but no one noticed that her smile was sad. Well, almost no one.
"Hey kid ya forgot one" Logan said tossing a package at her. It was a flat square gift with a tag that read 'To: Stripes From: Santa'
Rogue had done enough paperwork while the others were off on missions to know the handwriting was Logan's. She tore off the paper that was totally out of character for Logan, smiling reindeer and penguins. The gift inside was so perfect that she was shocked. Then she remembered something from nearly a month earlier....
Bang. Bang. Bang. "Turn down that blasted radio." Logan had yelled. Then he stuck his head into the doorway to her room. "I'm tryin' t' sleep."
"Ah sorry Logan. Ah really like this song. Ah guess ah didn't realize how loud it was." She explained.
"Well, listen t' your CD later." He grumbled.
"Oh it's not a CD it's the radio, but ah'll turn it down. Sorry." She apologized again as she turned down the volume.
"Yeah whatever." He mumbled as he walked back to his room.
Now she sat there on Christmas morning holding the very CD that the song was on, Kelly Clarkson's Thankful. He had done his homework. She beamed at Logan.
"Thanks Logan" she had to restrain herself from crying at the thoughtfulness of the gift.
"Yeah kid" he fought back a grin. "Just don't blast it when I'm tryin' t' sleep."
They all picked up torn wrapping paper and discarded ribbon throwing them into a huge trash can before scooping up their gifts and heading off to bed. Rogue went to the kitchen to get some water before going upstairs. On the way back she noticed Logan's gifts still in a pile on the floor and decided to find him and say goodnight. She noticed that the door to the garage was open.
Even though the gifts from most of his friends were piled on the rec room floor, Logan stood in the garage using the gift that had meant the most. It wasn't the biggest or the priciest but it had been chosen with care and hope.
Logan waxed his bike with a smile.
A real smile.
That smile meant more to Rogue than any gift that she had ever gotten. Silently she backed away and went up the stairs.
"Goodnight Stripes and Merry Christmas" Logan said even though he knew she had left.
Rogue was so tired she didn't feel like writing in her journal. But she knew she just had to.
-Dec 25-
-Today was Christmas and I got exactly what I wanted...a friend.-
And slowly the walls and defenses started to come down.