A/N: A special thanks to all those who have reviewed, you know who
you are. It means a lot to me that you liked the story, and gave me your
opinions. This chapter is for those who have expressed their request for me
to give a little background on how Rogue and Scott got together.
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Chapter Two- How We Came Together.
It has been three weeks since Jean's death, and I was very worried about Mr. Summers. He had become very withdrawn from everyone, including Ms. Munroe, his best friend.
I was having trouble sleeping, so I got up and went quietly down to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help to calm me down.
When I reached the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on. I crept in, and the sight that greeted my eyes was something I had thought I would never see in this lifetime.
Mr. Summers was sitting at the kitchen counter, virtually inhaling a bottle of Jack Daniels. I looked closer, and could make out the tracks of tears.
"Mr. Summers, are you alright?"
He looked up at me, and gestured to the chair.
"Sit, please, Rogue. It would be nice to have some company."
I sat down across from him, and just watched as he tried to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Finally, I got frustrated at the lack of communication, and decided that I should say something before I became crazy from the uncomfortable silence.
"Mr. Summers, are you sure you're alright? You can talk to me, you know. I promise I don't bite."
"I loved her so much, Rogue. I just can't believe she's gone. I know she is, but I can't accept it. It hurts so much, it's like my soul is gone."
He started crying, heart-wrenching sobs, and I quickly got up, and went to his side, kneeling beside him.
He looked at me, and pulled me into his arms, burying his face into my hair. I could feel the tears dampening my hair, his shoulders heaving. At the sound of his sobs, tears burned behind my eyelids.
Finally, he quieted, and moved to look into my eyes.
"Thank You, Rogue. I know it must be kinda weird, having your teacher bawl all over you, but you have made me feel better."
"No, Mr. Summers, I didn't mind. I'm glad I helped you a little. I hate to see you like this."
"Call me Scott, at least outside of the classroom."
"Alright, Scott. It's kinda late, so I've gotta head to bed, I have classes tomorrow."
"Yeah, I have to, too. So, I'll walk you to your room, if that's alright?"
"It is."
We got up, and went up the stairs. When we reached my room, Scott gave me a hug, and said goodnight, then walked on down the hall.
Over the next couple of months, we became close, and when I joined the team, he kept a close watch on me.
We went out on a mission, just a routine pickup, but when we got there, it turned out that the Brotherhood had made up the story to get us all out here.
I had just knocked Mystique out of the game, when I was attacked from behind. I tried to turn, but whoever it was was very strong, and I couldn't move.
I was turned over, and looked into the face of a woman. She laughed, and then put her hands on my face. She was twitching, and finally fell off me to the side, and I curled into a ball, holding my stomach and moaning.
I saw Scott blast Sabertooth, and Ms. Munroe use a lightning blast on Toad. Then came blessed darkness.
When I finally woke, I was in the medlab, and Scott beside me, holding my hand.
"Rogue? How do you feel?"
"Like shit. I can feel Carol in my head, and having her in there is driving me insane. I can see everything she has done, and I can hear her whispering to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok, I am going to quit there, and if anyone has any ideas on how I should proceed, please tell me how to do so. Also, if you have any ideas on a title for my story, please tell me. Please, because I am stumped on what to call this story.
Alright, now I am leaving for Arizona, and I shall be gone for three weeks. I will try to update, but I do not know if I will be able to find internet access. But, thank you for your support, and please give me your opinions on this chapter. Toodles.
Chapter Two- How We Came Together.
It has been three weeks since Jean's death, and I was very worried about Mr. Summers. He had become very withdrawn from everyone, including Ms. Munroe, his best friend.
I was having trouble sleeping, so I got up and went quietly down to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help to calm me down.
When I reached the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on. I crept in, and the sight that greeted my eyes was something I had thought I would never see in this lifetime.
Mr. Summers was sitting at the kitchen counter, virtually inhaling a bottle of Jack Daniels. I looked closer, and could make out the tracks of tears.
"Mr. Summers, are you alright?"
He looked up at me, and gestured to the chair.
"Sit, please, Rogue. It would be nice to have some company."
I sat down across from him, and just watched as he tried to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Finally, I got frustrated at the lack of communication, and decided that I should say something before I became crazy from the uncomfortable silence.
"Mr. Summers, are you sure you're alright? You can talk to me, you know. I promise I don't bite."
"I loved her so much, Rogue. I just can't believe she's gone. I know she is, but I can't accept it. It hurts so much, it's like my soul is gone."
He started crying, heart-wrenching sobs, and I quickly got up, and went to his side, kneeling beside him.
He looked at me, and pulled me into his arms, burying his face into my hair. I could feel the tears dampening my hair, his shoulders heaving. At the sound of his sobs, tears burned behind my eyelids.
Finally, he quieted, and moved to look into my eyes.
"Thank You, Rogue. I know it must be kinda weird, having your teacher bawl all over you, but you have made me feel better."
"No, Mr. Summers, I didn't mind. I'm glad I helped you a little. I hate to see you like this."
"Call me Scott, at least outside of the classroom."
"Alright, Scott. It's kinda late, so I've gotta head to bed, I have classes tomorrow."
"Yeah, I have to, too. So, I'll walk you to your room, if that's alright?"
"It is."
We got up, and went up the stairs. When we reached my room, Scott gave me a hug, and said goodnight, then walked on down the hall.
Over the next couple of months, we became close, and when I joined the team, he kept a close watch on me.
We went out on a mission, just a routine pickup, but when we got there, it turned out that the Brotherhood had made up the story to get us all out here.
I had just knocked Mystique out of the game, when I was attacked from behind. I tried to turn, but whoever it was was very strong, and I couldn't move.
I was turned over, and looked into the face of a woman. She laughed, and then put her hands on my face. She was twitching, and finally fell off me to the side, and I curled into a ball, holding my stomach and moaning.
I saw Scott blast Sabertooth, and Ms. Munroe use a lightning blast on Toad. Then came blessed darkness.
When I finally woke, I was in the medlab, and Scott beside me, holding my hand.
"Rogue? How do you feel?"
"Like shit. I can feel Carol in my head, and having her in there is driving me insane. I can see everything she has done, and I can hear her whispering to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok, I am going to quit there, and if anyone has any ideas on how I should proceed, please tell me how to do so. Also, if you have any ideas on a title for my story, please tell me. Please, because I am stumped on what to call this story.
Alright, now I am leaving for Arizona, and I shall be gone for three weeks. I will try to update, but I do not know if I will be able to find internet access. But, thank you for your support, and please give me your opinions on this chapter. Toodles.