Ugh. Natural light. Rogue grimaced up into the air. Natural light and leaves, and CHILDREN. Ewwww...
What am Ah doin' here? she thought in disgust.
She could think of a hundred places she'd rather be than the park, ready to rehearse a duologue with Scott Summers. Seriously. She'd gone through them in her head during fifth period and written them down for posterity.
There he was. He already had his playbook open, reading. His lips moved silently as he memorised his lines. Rogue moved over to the picnic table where he sat. "Hey," she said shortly.
"Hey, uh, Rogue," said Summers coolly. "Sit down."
Ah should start keepin' a tally of how many times he says 'uh' in a day, thought Rogue irritably, sitting down opposite him.
"I wish we could have gone someplace quieter to rehearse," he said, frowning ever so slightly.
"Ah don't," Rogue replied. "Out here in th'open, Ah'll be able to see any freak friends of yours coming from a lot further away."
He scowled and she smirked her head off at him. Summers muttered, "Let's start, shall we?"
A little while passed. "... do you like me, Kate?" Summers was reciting.
Nah. Fix your hair and get rid of those goofy shades, Summers, and Ah might possibly begin to think about maybe considering it happening in the distant future, thought Rogue nastily.
In her best French accent, Rogue replied aloud, "Pardonnez-moi? Ah cannot tell what is 'like me'."
Humph. Ah wonder if the English teacher matched these up by personality for kicks? Rogue thought. This sounded suspiciously like an actual conversation she and Summers might have. Except she'd been skipping ahead and found some lines that would never appear in the play of Rogue's life.
Earnestly, Summers said, "An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel."
For a second there it felt like her heart stopped- except, she rationalised, if it had she'd be dead.
Geez, does he have to look so intense? thought Rogue, more helplessly than in annoyance.
He kept wrong-footing her with the sappy declarations of love. If he had been like anyone else, rattling off each word in a bored monotone, she could have rolled her eyes and tapped the toe of her boot on the ground and repeatedly interrupted him to ask him the time. But he seemed very serious, and somehow that prompted her into trying to match his line readings.
He was- a pretty good actor. His voice changed when he read aloud, it became more mellow and yet more controlled. His stance was more relaxed too.
The whole angel thing could not have been less like her. It was ridiculous. She felt like she was going to-
Rogue looked at him and started to giggle weakly at his expense. "The girls're right. You are a charmer," she said teasingly. It was the first time in ages she'd tried to joke with anyone.
If she had been able to see his eyes, she would have seen that this remark was making him squirm. "Look, I'm just reading the lines, OK?" He was surprisingly hostile for a stupid joke.
Can't he take a joke? she thought sourly. Ya wouldn't guess it, but he's as prickly as me. Or maybe Ah just have a rotten sense of humour. Ah dunno.
"Yeah, Ah know," she said meekly. Summers looked relieved and she felt like punching him. Stupid preppie. Couldn't take a compliment, couldn't recognise a joke. RELAX, for Chrissakes, she thought irritably.
Ah mean, he's supposed to be so nice and sweet to girls, they all love him. What for? He's just interested in gettin' through this an' goin' home. AH don't wanna be here either, but Ah'm try'n'a make the best of it. Imagine if the Ditz could see her hero now. She'd freak.
He of all people couldn't understand what was going on with her. Now more than ever, Rogue was barred from trying to make friends with the people around her. All his power restricted him from doing was taking off those ugly shades. And yeah, it made him look like a poser but at least he could LIVE.
Oh, she hated him and all his kind so badly.
"It's just- sometimes, Ah wish..." Rogue began in quiet dignity, and stopped, because the next words she knew would come from her mouth made her sound...
Weak.
"Yeah? Wish what?" His voice sounded gentler now. She grudgingly acknowledged how girls could run around after him, punching each other in the rush to be first. The guy wasn't exactly ugly. He might have had preppie hair and preppie clothes and tried to kill her and all... but he had an OK face if you looked at it from a certain angle. A very OK face.
"Wish... Ah could get close to somebody." Anybody, thought Rogue silently. It was bad enough that everyone else had years more friend-making experience, but now she was at a new school in a different state. People laughed at her even more because they hadn't known her and her eccentricities as long as everyone at Berridge High back home.
He looked sympathetic, and she wondered idly if he could read her thoughts. She didn't really care.
"But y'know what happens when Ah do," said Rogue sadly.
He was nodding. It was strange to her that he'd put up with this. She looked at him, feeling an odd kind of tolerance, and Rogue opened her mouth slightly to ask him what colour his eyes were.
BAMF.
With the odd noise came a sulphuric scent and a rather cliche puff of black smoke, all of which ballooned from the middle of the table as one of Summers' group, Kurt Wagner, appeared out of thin air. Rogue reeled back in surprise.
"Woo! Tender moment here? Sorry to interrupt," he said in a jaunty tone that suggested he couldn't have been less sorry if he had tried.
She glared. "Ah swear, he's like an annoyin' little brother," Rogue snapped. Wagner stuck his tongue out at her in true annoying little brother fashion.
"What's the problem?" asked Summers pleasantly.
"Jean's been nabbed!" Kurt Wagner said urgently.
Scott's eyes practically popped, it was not an attractive look one bit. Definitely qualified as a new Annoying Quality. "What?" he yelled, grabbing Wagner by the front of his goofy X-Men uniform.
... This wasn't so much an annoying quality as an undecided one. Summers was sort of fun to watch when he went all angry and stuff.
"Whoa, easy on the exquisite costume, mein freund!" capitulated Wagner. "Wolverine's on the scent, but I'm supposed to collect you."
Summers released the younger boy and pounded his fists on the table. Rogue averted her eyes, praying to the Powers That Be that none of the Brotherhood were involved. Because if they were, Rogue was outnumbered just a little bit by two pissed X-Men... and there was no-one around to help her.
God, what was she getting so worked up about? All she'd have to do would be to punch them in the face and they'd go down in a second, provided she took off her glove first. And it wasn't like she was scared of them or anything.
"Blob!" snarled Scott Summers.
Shit! thought Rogue, trying not to breathe too loudly in case he remembered she, a Brotherhood girl, was there.
"If he's hurt her, I'll-" blustered Summers. Rogue peeked at him through her hair. Don'tlookatmedon'tlookatmedon'tlookatme.
Summers scowled at her. "You know anything about this?" he asked savagely.
Oh, God, what was she so damned afraid of? He was such a loser it wasn't even funny. "No. And even if Ah did, Ah wouldn't tell you." She pounded her fists on the table, making fun of him.
"Then I hope you can live with your conscience," said Summers, sticking out his chin and inhaling sharply. For some reason Rogue felt so pissed off with him she didn't even crack a smile at how stupid it looked.
Don't ya DARE talk to me about a conscience. You tried to fuckin' kill me, you bastard! Rogue glared at the ground. She'd say it to him one day, and then she'd break his face. Just not today, she thought. It'll always just be one more day 'til Ah do it.
"Teleporter to maximum, Mr. Wagner," said Summers, grabbing onto Wagner's shoulder.
"Aye, Captain!" yelled Wagner with a big grin.
"Engage." They disappeared, leaving Rogue choking on the after-effects of the teleport.
"Yuck," she said sulkily as soon as she knew she was alone. "Ah'd better not have sulphur stuff all over mah face otherwise that blue demon's gonna have hell to pay."
She went through her backpack and brought out her notebook, which she decided would be used exclusively for song lyrics and documenting Scott Summers' Annoying Qualities. Rogue added a few more that she'd noticed just then and grinned in delight when she found she'd written down over fifty things which annoyed her about him.
Annoying Quality #51- He spends just way too much time trailing around after Jean Grey, she wrote. This could mean one of, oh, three things. 1: he's gay. 2: they really are brother and sister or 3: she's the only one who'll put up with him. It's probably a combination of at least two of those things. I mean, who would ever put up with him when they didn't have to? He's such a suck.
So Fred had Jean, did he? Now, she mustn't jump to conclusions. It was only Summers who'd said that, anyway, and since when did she listen to the likes of him? God, she hated him. Rogue hated his insufferable nature, the way he KNEW things and the way he tricked everyone into thinking he was such a charming, mature boy when really he was a foul, egotistical prick. What did he feel when he looked at her? What did any of them feel, she wondered. They'd tried to kill her, so when they looked at her did they just see an animal ready for slaughter? A real person? Or did they feel nothing at all?
Yes, he was the most annoying of all the X-Geeks, but Jean Grey ran a close second. Rogue had been at Bayville High for two measly weeks and already she'd heard more about Grey than she could ever stomach. Boys adored her for absolutely no reason. It would have been kind of funny if Jean was exactly like Taryn, vapid and immature and silly. The thing was, Jean Grey was clever, shrewd and somewhat insightful. And psychic, so you couldn't get much more clued-in than that. God, how typical.
Huh. Fred most likely had a crush on her. It made her feel almost bad for him, because Jean Grey would absolutely break his heart, no doubt about that.
But back to Scott Summers. She hated the way he just assumed things about her, just because of the group she'd joined and the way she dressed and the one time she'd ever tried to joke with him. How dare he insinuate that she'd withhold information as important as where a kidnapper was hiding.
... Er. Well. The thing was... Rogue did have a small, probably entirely incorrect idea of where Fred may have taken Grey. Rogue and the Brotherhood boys had gone out into town to buy their groceries. They'd gone through an industrial part of town where the boys had indulged in a little graffiti. Rogue had gone off for a wander and come back to find the boys sniggering as they put on the finishing touches.
"Whaddya think?" Lance said, grinning rather evilly. He gestured grandly at their crude artwork.
Rogue made a point of looking up and beyond him, at a deserted branch of the ironworks her group had been spray painting. "Romantic buildin'."
"What?" asked Lance, looking at Rogue as if she was insane.
"Well, you know," she said sarcastically. "All the dark and stuff. Great makeout spot, y'know?" She snickered and put her hands on her hips. "Ah'm beat, let's go home."
"You're one seriously twisted chick," said Todd as he, Rogue and Lance began to walk back toward the Jeep. "C'mon, Fred!" he yelled. Fred had just looked silently up at the building.
It was totally ridiculous. Fred wouldn't take her joke seriously and think it was a good place to begin a courtship. Nobody could be that gullible.
Only thing was, she remembered Irene telling her wisely that, "... the thing you have to remember about boys, Rogue, is that ninety per cent of the ones you'll meet in your life are as slow as- as-"
"Your typical episode of Dawson's Creek?" Rogue had quipped.
...
Fred was more than definitely inside the old ironworks trying to put the moves on Jean Grey, then. And Summers would charge in trying to be all heroic and get himself crippled by Fred.
"Ugh. Ah'd better go along and make sure he doesn't hurt himself," she mumbled with an eye-roll. The strange thing was that Rogue didn't know whether she was talking about Fred Dukes... or Scott Summers.
It took Rogue twenty-five minutes at a steady jog to reach the ironworks area and as soon as she approached the building she knew her hunch had been right. Scott Summers lay prone on the ground outside. God, Summers, you dick, she thought in exasperation.
Hesitantly, she removed a glove, put it into her skirt pocket, leaned down and touched his forehead.
"... you're the worst. You pretended to be my friend!" Fred was bellowing at Jean. He threw a cabinet at her, and she stopped it mere inches from her face. She set it down with a defiant clunk beside her.
With a low, enraged growl, Fred left the room briefly and returned toting a huge piece of metal equipment. Rogue fired one of Summers' optic blasts from behind, hitting Fred in the back.
"Leave her alone, ya yahoo!" yelled Rogue. Her eyes burned- how did Summers put up with it the whole time? Now Rogue, she thought, don't get carried away. You're here to remove him and make a getaway. No heroics, 'K?
Fred glowered at her. "Whatcha gonna do to me? Make me wear bad makeup?"
... Oh, that was it. He was going down.
"Didn't Mystique tell ya what mah power is?" she demanded.
"No, 'cause I don't care!" Fred bellowed defiantly.
Rogue's arm shot out and she grabbed hold of his arm roughly. "Mah power is your power and Ah can take more than one!" she snapped.
She flung Fred into the air as easily as if he had been a piece of paper. Then Rogue blasted him again. He landed with an earth shattering crash in a pile of rubble. It seemed to take Fred hours to emerge, but when he did he was laughing. "I got too much power, even for you! You can't hurt me; I'm the Blob!"
Rogue shook her head. "Nah, you're just garbage that wanted a date. Now, tell you what, Ah'm takin' you out!"
Fred started for Rogue, and she saw there was craziness in his eyes that had not been there before. He hated not getting respect.
Well, screw respectin' him. Eyes widened, she blasted him through the ceiling. Dust rained down, and she heard his babbled yells of rage as he landed in the stinking garbage dump behind the steelworks building. Rogue had a great urge to yell after him, 'And Ah do not wear bad makeup!' but resisted this urge as Jean Grey made a weak choking noise from behind her. Oh, yeah. Grey.
She went behind her and narrowed her eyes at the metal pipe twisted around Grey's body, binding her to the chair. "If you wanna get outta this unhurt, don't move a muscle," said Rogue, preparing to fire a fine blast of energy at the pipe.
"Rogue, why?" asked Jean softly.
"Ya wanna lose your wrists?" Rogue asked scathingly. Jean shut up, and Rogue blasted the pipe so it broke in two. The force of the blast made the chair tip over. Pulling her glove out of her pocket and pulling it on again, Rogue hauled Jean to her feet. "Now, get outta here an' take Summers and the other guy with ya, OK? Ah need ta get back to the boardin' house before- before..." She faltered and looked through the open bay doors of the steelworks building as a van pulled up and various X-Men piled out. "Aw, fuck," she whispered, eyes widening. Again, Rogue was hopelessly outnumbered.
Jean gave her a strange look and rushed out to meet the X-Men where they stood. She was speaking at a fast pace to a bald man in a wheelchair, and Rogue heard the words, "It was Rogue, Professor, it was all Rogue. She- it was so-" Jean seemed at a loss for words. She was smiling, the bitch. She'd probably be smiling when all the X-Men set in on Rogue.
Thanks a bunch, thought Rogue, standing like a deer in headlights. She tried to creep out of the steelworks but hung back when she heard a commotion. Summers and the wolf guy were waking up.
Summers had his fists right against his eyes. "Where's my visor?" he called. "I dropped it, where'd it go?"
"Where's Rogue?" Wagner asked aloud.
"She's hiding," Grey said in exasperation.
Shows just how much you know, Rogue thought reproachfully. Rogue heaved a deep sigh and, mentally berating herself for being so completely and utterly stupid, she stepped out of the shadows. "Ah am not hidin'," she said pointedly. "And Ah know where your guy's visor is." She jogged away to where he'd first been lying, and after a few moments of searching in the weeds around the doorway of the steelworks building she located his visor.
Returning to them, she held Summers' visor in her hands. It was strangely heavy; it felt odd that he'd wear it whenever he went into battle. He managed to hold his head so high, shouldn't the weight drag him down?
... Hmmph. 'Went into battle.' What a stupid expression to use for a group of teenagers.
And they WERE teenagers, underneath it all. It didn't matter that they had the power in them to take on things greater than themselves. It didn't matter that they could fight and win, that they were strong and dedicated and good. They were young. In that moment Rogue wondered why she hated and feared them and had to remind herself that they had tried to kill her.
Rogue put the visor on him, trying to be gentle. "There ya go. Ah only took a short-term dose of your power, you should be back to normal soon," said Rogue tenderly. After taking his powers she felt a kind of affection for him and, for the moment, didn't try to squash it.
Summers looked up at her, expressionless. With warmth in his voice, he quoted, "You are like an angel, Kate."
For the second time that day she felt like her heart stopped for a second there, taking time out from its busy schedule to do a backflip of joy. But what was the point? She stood there- small, dark and sullen- frowning.
"Mah name's not Kate... and Ah'm no angel," she told him, trying to say it lightly but having her voice drain away with emotion.
"But you helped us. Why?" asked Jean Grey.
Oh, do Ah have to have a friggin' reason for everything? Rogue thought in disgust. The face she let the X-Men see was a frightened one. In actuality, she had no idea why she had saved them. If there were less X-Men, well, there were fewer things to haunt her late at night.
"Ah don't know. Ah just don't know." Rogue turned on her heel and ran off. Nothing could stop her now, not even Jean Grey calling out to her.
Rogue walked a long time, her mind choking on memories and thoughts which were not hers. Rogue would smile or even giggle at one moment, then sulk and frown at others. She didn't know which emotions belonged to Scott or Fred, because they definitely weren't hers. She walked oddly too, at times like she felt uncomfortable in a greatly diminished form. Rogue looked at her dying shadow on the ground and almost laughed. She was walking like a guy, even though she was wearing a short skirt.
She didn't want to go home.
Rogue considered just sleeping outdoors that night, she was so desperate not to return to the Brotherhood Boarding House. She fleetingly considered running away, even. She knew in her heart that no matter what ties they claimed she had to them, they would absolutely beat her up the moment she walked through the door. God, she'd hurt Fred. She'd hurt a member of her own team. And all he'd done was insult her makeup. She couldn't have gotten that worked up over makeup. It had to be something else that had made her so reckless as to attack Fred and side with the X-Men, but what?
It was nighttime when she reached the street the boarding house was on, and she wiped her eyes furiously on her sleeve as she stared, feeling helpless, at the ominous dark shape that was her home. She couldn't bring herself to go inside. Rogue felt miserable and wished to God she could go back to Caldecot County, and Irene.
She hadn't called Irene that day. Rogue really missed her. She'd never had the experience of not being able to go home before and she hated it. She felt tears begin to come and she kicked the kerb so hard that her toes curled up inside her combat boots. "Ah am NOT gonna cry!" she hissed.
Rogue stood across the street from the Brotherhood Boarding House for a whole twenty-five minutes. She knew Fred would have gotten back before her, and that he would have told the other boys his own version of events. Hopefully, she stared to see if any of the lights would go out in the downstairs rooms. None did.
It would be OK. It wasn't as if she could get hurt by anyone- all she would have to do would be to touch them and they'd be out cold. She'd just sleep in the backseat of the Jeep that night. It would be OK, it would, it would...
Rogue froze with shock as a piercing howl poisoned the night air. She looked up and saw a massive dark shape with terrible yellow eyes and jagged jaws coming at her out of the darkness. All of her little-girl night terrors came back to her in a rush, and with a scream she ran full-pelt up the driveway to the porch, and started banging on the front door. "LET ME IN!" she yelled, and heard approaching footsteps on the other side of the door.
The animal seemed to have disappeared, and Rogue suddenly remembered why it was that she had been out on the street. What am Ah DOIN'? she thought, panicking, and started to move away from the door. When it swung open with a crash and light poured into her eyes, she was suddenly so disoriented she tripped down the front steps and landed on her ass.
Lance looked very ominous as he stared down at her. "Rogue?" he asked finally. She winced.
"Lance," she replied weakly, waving. She shrieked with alarm as he bounded down the stairs, snatched hold of her arm and dragged her kicking and yelling into the Brotherhood Boarding House.
"WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" he screamed. He slammed her against the wall, making sure she couldn't use her hands. Rogue struggled futilely, but he was a lot stronger than she was.
A mutinous-looking Fred and Todd materialised out of the living room, but Mystique was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah- Ah was-" she stammered.
"That wasn't cool, Rogue," said Todd, glaring. "Not cool one bit." Had this been any other time Rogue might have snickered at the hackneyed nature of Todd's words, but now she was speechless from shock.
Or not. Finding her voice, Rogue managed to snarl, "Lemme go!"
"You HELPED the X-Men!" Fred roared. "You helped 'em, Rogue!"
Ah should've spat in Lance's face, she thought later. Rogue let them yell for a few moments. Then in a cold, dangerous voice oddly like Mystique's, she said, "You better let me go and let me explain, or so help me-"
"We don't have to do anythin'!"
"Mystique'll be pissed if she finds out you guys been threatenin' me," said Rogue flatly.
Todd snickered. "She was the one who told us to try an' get it out of you, Rogue."
Rogue turned her head away, seemingly overcome by emotion and Lance relaxed his grip slightly. It was in this way that Rogue managed to work off one of her gloves. She wrenched her hand free with a sudden burst of strength and held it up. Fred and Todd backed away like vampires avoiding the cross, but quick as a flash Lance grabbed Rogue and forced her arm up from behind, at the elbow. He was careful not to touch her hand.
Rogue hesitated. Lance might be a thug, but he was smart with it. And she didn't really want to hurt him. Ah'm in deep enough shit, she thought grimly.
Turning so he could see her face, she said with her gaze lowered, "Just try layin' a hand on me. Be mah guest. We'll see what happens!" Rogue hadn't been so scared since the night in Caldecot County when the X-Men had tried to kill her, but she met his gaze. "Ah- Ah dare ya, Lance." She tried to change it into a joke.
Lance went a shade of red unheard of in Bayville. He let go of Rogue in disgust. "You ain't worth my time, Rogue. Don't think we're trusting you again."
He started to stomp away. Rogue knew she should just keep her mouth shut... but she didn't. "Ya'll are the stupidest people Ah've ever seen in mah life," she muttered.
Lance wheeled around. "WE'RE stupid?"
"Yeah," snarled Rogue, temper flaring. "Yeah, you're stupid! Ah go along to- to remove our new guy from a whole nest of th' X-Men and all Ah get is abuse. All that- that's all the thanks Ah get for savin' him? When you mess with one of the X-Men you mess with all the fuckin' X-Men. Do you guys listen to Mystique at all?"
"Get upstairs," said Lance quietly.
"Yeah, get upstairs, little Rogue," growled Fred.
Rogue carried on recklessly. "Keep away from the X-Men, that's all Ah'm sayin'. Even if you're hot for one of the girls, FRED."
Fred blanched, then glowered, "Hey, wait a second-"
"GET UPSTAIRS!" Lance yelled. The hallway shook and Rogue was silenced as she was pitched forward onto her hands and knees.
"OK," she said from the floor. "Ah'm goin' upstairs. But not 'cause you tell me to, understand?" Rogue shot up the stairs and to her room before he could react.
When she got to her bedroom she sank onto the floor and did not move for awhile. She heard the boys retiring to bed, and it was only when she changed into her own nightclothes that there came a knock on the door. "Who's that?" called Rogue guardedly, clenching her fists in readiness.
"It's me." Mystique. Rogue wasn't so much scared of her now as confused.
"Oh. C'mon in, then."
Mystique walked into the room and stood with her hands on her hips. Rogue heard the wind in the trees outdoors- from then on, she would always associate the slightly sinister sound with Mystique.
"I don't want you to carry on with the X-Men again, Rogue. You know how dangerous they are."
"Yeah, Ah know. Ah got carried away, all Ah meant to do was get Fred outta there... you were the dog outside, weren't ya? The one that chased me up to the house."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Rogue, I know you. Better than you think, actually. You know how to keep out of trouble at the best of times. You would have probably slept outdoors rather than go inside and be beaten up by the boys. You took their abuse well, Rogue. I was impressed. But then again, I know you can handle that sort of thing... dear."
Rogue scowled. "Ah'm not afraid of them, y'know. But why'd ya chase me back inside?"
"Because you need to be in here, with your team. We're your family now."
"Ah left mah backpack at the scene. The steelworks, y'know? It had mah notebook in it. Ah wanna go back and get it tomorrow."
Mystique sighed. "I'll drive you to get it."
"Thank you," said Rogue quietly.
"What do you write in your notebook, then?" asked Mystique curiously.
"Just stuff. Ideas for songs, and everythin' that annoys me about Summers. There's over fifty separate things and Ah've only been in his English class two weeks." Rogue smiled.
Mystique frowned. "Scott Summers?"
"Yeah. Ah started noticin' him, all that stuff about him ages ago."
Mystique frowned some more. "Right. Well. I'll drive you to get your backpack tomorrow. Now get some sleep, it's nearly one in the morning."
"OK. 'Night, Mystique."
Rogue curled up in her bed. Mystique didn't leave right away. As Rogue drifted off, she could have sworn she heard Mystique mutter, "Scott Summers..."
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DISCLAIMER: X-Men: Evolution ain't mine. It belongs to the WB, Marvel Comics, Stan Lee, whoever you like. If it did belong to me there'd probably be much more bad language on the show, me having a mouth like a sewer and all...
NOTES: Note on the soundtrack- songs for the Scoguish romantic elements are going to be, you know, sweet and more innocent and longing. Like an unrequited crush, d'accord? When I finally get around to the Romy (which will probably be in about ten million years considering how slowly I write and how much I have to get done, but OH WELL!) the songs will be more... well, kick-ass and funny and love-hate type'a thing.
Um, thank you, ishandahalf, for your insightful sarcastic piss-take/liking of my rambly notes. I'm not sure which, because I'm not entirely sure whether you were being sarcastic or not. But it was very funny/nice of you to say.
I don't know why I have Rogue write in a notebook. My Rogue doesn't aspire to be a writer, not even a songwriter... but I just like the idea of that notebook choc-a-block with depressing song lyrics, weird observations and The Annoying Qualities of Scott Summers.
Oh God... my horrible exams start tomorrow. Three days of horror. Expect the next chapter at the weekend, OK?
SONGS:
I'm No Angel by Dido (Try playing it just after you hear the random quoting of "You are like an angel, Kate." It fits dead end well.)
Sweet Misery by Michelle Branch (I like this as a one-sided Scogue anthem.)