Chapter Eight
A/N: I am changing Rogue's history in this story so I hope no one minds. You lot will have to read on to find out what it will be changed to! Anyway, enjoy the story!
"Is Rogue awake yet?" Kayla asked Ryan as they sat at the back of the surgery. Ryan nodded.
"Yeah. She woke up and had no recollection of her screaming about the so- called Remy," he explained, leaning back in his white coat. He yawned loudly.
"Here, I'll look over her tonight and you can go catch up with your friends down the bar," Kayla smiled. Ryan looked at her.
"No, Rogue is being quite hostile. She already has hard feelings towards you. I don't want her state to worsen," he compromised. Kayla laughed lightly.
"No, you go away. I can handle her,"
Rogue lay on the bed, flicking through a random magazine, not seeing it. Her mind, again, was on the Cajun guy. He seemed so familiar! Yet, she couldn't place her finger on who he was or what was the connection he had with her.
"Agh!" she growled, frustrated, throwing the magazine away. She sat up and massaged her temples. Her psyches were arguing again.
"What will you do when you find out he his?" a voice asked from the doorway and Rogue turned to see Kayla smiling comfortingly at her. Her insides turned to ice.
"Stay away from mah mahnd! Ya'll know what good it did last tahme," she spat out spitefully. Kayla lost the smile, sighed and sat on the chair next to her bed.
"Yes, I know. And I'm really sorry about that. But if I had known what it would do, then I would never have gone inside," she apologized.
Rogue looked at her doubtfully, saw the sincere look on her face and some of the ice inside her melted.
"Okay, ah guess so..." she said reluctantly and was soon hit with another fresh memory.
Flashback
"He asked you out????" Kitty screeched as Rogue told her why she was so pissed off.
"Can you believe the nerve of that self-centred bayou-boy?" Rogue continued angrily, "After all the cheek and rudeness I gave him, he has the bloody nerve to ask me out!!!"
"Like, stop complaining, Rogue. A totally fit guy asked you out on a romantic dinner date and Remy has, like, the H.O.T.S for you!" Kitty smiled, digging through Rogue's wardrobe.
"Well, he is sorta cute... WAIT!!! What am ah sayin'? He is NOT cute and he does NOT like me. I am just another challenge for him," she argued, folding her arms huffily.
Kitty emerged from the closet holding a red top and black hip-huggers. Rogue looked from the clothes to Kitty and glared icily.
"When will you stop, like, being so down on yourself? I talked to Remy and he genuinely likes you. He said that you didn't deserve to be treated the way you did and he only wants to get to know you better. If someone like that came my way I would NOT let him go as easily as you're letting Remy go," Kitty confided in her best friend.
Rogue looked at Kitty and saw a kind and concerned soul who only wanted to help.
"Okay, ah guess so...
End of Flashback
Rogue jerked as the flashback ended, leaving no memory. She glared angrily at her glove-clad hands. Why couldn't she remember? Why was she so hopeless?
"Rogue? Are you okay?" asked Kayla concernedly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Rogue jerked her shoulder back immediately.
"Fahne," she answered shortly. Kayla knew she wasn't getting anywhere so she decided to find out more about this troubled gothic teenager.
"So. Whereabouts were you born and brought up?" she asked. Rogue propped up against the wall.
"Can't yah just read mah mahnd and fahnd out?" she retorted coldly, looking her straight in the eye. Green against blue. Kayla looked away first.
"I don't want to. I just want you to be able to trust me," sighed Kayla. Rogue looked at the floor before deciding that she was genuinely honest.
"Ah don't know where ah was born. Ah was left outside an orphanage with a note that said, "Her brother Michael is in England," Ah was in Mississippi. Ah travelled from orphanage to orphanage. No family wanted meh because of mah strange hair and supernatural strength. Until an old blahnd (blind) woman took meh in. Her name was Irene. She could see thah future and she kept meh covered. Ah touched ah boy during a school dance and ah absorbed him. That's all yah need tah know," Rogue finished. Kayla's mouth was an 'o' of shock at this girl's unknown past.
"Yah can go now. Ah'm tired," Rogue dismissed shortly, turning her back on Kayla and pulling the covers around her. Kayla stood up and walked out the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.
A/N: I am changing Rogue's history in this story so I hope no one minds. You lot will have to read on to find out what it will be changed to! Anyway, enjoy the story!
"Is Rogue awake yet?" Kayla asked Ryan as they sat at the back of the surgery. Ryan nodded.
"Yeah. She woke up and had no recollection of her screaming about the so- called Remy," he explained, leaning back in his white coat. He yawned loudly.
"Here, I'll look over her tonight and you can go catch up with your friends down the bar," Kayla smiled. Ryan looked at her.
"No, Rogue is being quite hostile. She already has hard feelings towards you. I don't want her state to worsen," he compromised. Kayla laughed lightly.
"No, you go away. I can handle her,"
Rogue lay on the bed, flicking through a random magazine, not seeing it. Her mind, again, was on the Cajun guy. He seemed so familiar! Yet, she couldn't place her finger on who he was or what was the connection he had with her.
"Agh!" she growled, frustrated, throwing the magazine away. She sat up and massaged her temples. Her psyches were arguing again.
"What will you do when you find out he his?" a voice asked from the doorway and Rogue turned to see Kayla smiling comfortingly at her. Her insides turned to ice.
"Stay away from mah mahnd! Ya'll know what good it did last tahme," she spat out spitefully. Kayla lost the smile, sighed and sat on the chair next to her bed.
"Yes, I know. And I'm really sorry about that. But if I had known what it would do, then I would never have gone inside," she apologized.
Rogue looked at her doubtfully, saw the sincere look on her face and some of the ice inside her melted.
"Okay, ah guess so..." she said reluctantly and was soon hit with another fresh memory.
Flashback
"He asked you out????" Kitty screeched as Rogue told her why she was so pissed off.
"Can you believe the nerve of that self-centred bayou-boy?" Rogue continued angrily, "After all the cheek and rudeness I gave him, he has the bloody nerve to ask me out!!!"
"Like, stop complaining, Rogue. A totally fit guy asked you out on a romantic dinner date and Remy has, like, the H.O.T.S for you!" Kitty smiled, digging through Rogue's wardrobe.
"Well, he is sorta cute... WAIT!!! What am ah sayin'? He is NOT cute and he does NOT like me. I am just another challenge for him," she argued, folding her arms huffily.
Kitty emerged from the closet holding a red top and black hip-huggers. Rogue looked from the clothes to Kitty and glared icily.
"When will you stop, like, being so down on yourself? I talked to Remy and he genuinely likes you. He said that you didn't deserve to be treated the way you did and he only wants to get to know you better. If someone like that came my way I would NOT let him go as easily as you're letting Remy go," Kitty confided in her best friend.
Rogue looked at Kitty and saw a kind and concerned soul who only wanted to help.
"Okay, ah guess so...
End of Flashback
Rogue jerked as the flashback ended, leaving no memory. She glared angrily at her glove-clad hands. Why couldn't she remember? Why was she so hopeless?
"Rogue? Are you okay?" asked Kayla concernedly, placing a hand on her shoulder. Rogue jerked her shoulder back immediately.
"Fahne," she answered shortly. Kayla knew she wasn't getting anywhere so she decided to find out more about this troubled gothic teenager.
"So. Whereabouts were you born and brought up?" she asked. Rogue propped up against the wall.
"Can't yah just read mah mahnd and fahnd out?" she retorted coldly, looking her straight in the eye. Green against blue. Kayla looked away first.
"I don't want to. I just want you to be able to trust me," sighed Kayla. Rogue looked at the floor before deciding that she was genuinely honest.
"Ah don't know where ah was born. Ah was left outside an orphanage with a note that said, "Her brother Michael is in England," Ah was in Mississippi. Ah travelled from orphanage to orphanage. No family wanted meh because of mah strange hair and supernatural strength. Until an old blahnd (blind) woman took meh in. Her name was Irene. She could see thah future and she kept meh covered. Ah touched ah boy during a school dance and ah absorbed him. That's all yah need tah know," Rogue finished. Kayla's mouth was an 'o' of shock at this girl's unknown past.
"Yah can go now. Ah'm tired," Rogue dismissed shortly, turning her back on Kayla and pulling the covers around her. Kayla stood up and walked out the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.