Sitting up in bed with her arms tightly rapt around her legs Rogue sat
dazed staring at the clock. 4:07 was blinking angrily back at her. But she
wasn't thinking about the clock, all that has been passing through her head
since she woke up has been about the dream she just had. Unfortunately the
more she thought about it the more the dream seemed to slip through her
fingers. Deciding that there was no hope in trying to fall asleep Rogue got
up and made her way over to her wardrobe. Reaching in a hand Rogue pulled
out a black skirt that was just below the knee and a green t-shirt that
matched her eyes. Walking to her vanity Rogue sat down and spread out her
selection of makeup. Despite popular belief this is the part of her
appearance that Rogue took the most into consideration. It was one of the
things that distanced her from other people, and that's what she wanted.
The farther away the others get both physically and emotionally the safer
they are and more importantly she is.
Taking one last look at the clock Rogue slipped on her knee high boots grabbed her black elbow length gloves and was out the door.
Taking her time walking through the halls Rogue silently mused over what exactly she could do at 4:30 in the morning. Upon further investigation she decided to just go into the kitchen and enjoy an early breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen Rogue was surprised to find both Ororo and Logan already up and eating breakfast.
"Morning Rogue," Ororo greeted. "If I knew you were going to be up this early I would have made a bit more French toast."
"s'all all right Ro ah wasn't hungry anyways."
"Are you sure? I could probably whip something up before I have to leave."
"No ahm fine. Where you going?"
"Logan and I have a Mutant peace project we have to go to that's taking place at the Harvard University." Storm gave a nod to Logan who simply grunted in reply.
"whah Doesn't the Professah go this time?"
"Both Hank and the Professor are just so busy with the research on the threat of Apocalypse that they don't have time for the peace conference." Though this was said with a nonchalant expression Rogue could detects the twinge of sadness in her words. "Oh Logan while your at the fridge could you get me a glass of orange juice?" Logan gave another grunt as he fished for the desired drink. "Well that's our excuse now what are you doing up this early?"
"Ah accidentally set mah alarm clock a bit early and couldn't go back to sleep." Rogue mentally cursed herself for not coming up with a better excuse but Ororo seemed to accept her reason for being up. Looking up at Logan she could tell that he was not convinced. Rogue watched as he came over to the table with two glasses of orange juice and set them down in front of both Ororo and herself.
"Thanks Logan but ahm really not." Rogue was cut off but Logan's "just drink it." Lifting the glass to her mouth she quickly downed the pulpy liquid, as did Storm.
"How long are you two goin' to be gone for?"
"Not long, about four days."
"Is the Professor seetttiiinng." Rogue had to stop. Everything in the room was starting to blur, her tongue felt like it was to big for her mouth. "Sssttorrrmm whhattss gooiinngg ooonnn." But as she said this Ororo fell to the ground, her shocking white hair splayed across the kitchen floor. Dizzy and filled with panic Rogue clumsily swivled to look at Logan but instead of Logan there was the slim blue figure of her mother, Mystique. That was the last thing Rogue saw before slipping into darkness.
A/n WOW I'm so sorry that it took so long to type this chapter but I've got a good excuse. My computer broke a long time ago so I've been using my parent's computer, and this isn't the original chapter. While I was typing this chapter I hit delete instead of save and bye, bye chapter. So I had to start fresh which turned out to be a good thing because I actually no were I'm going with this now. One more thing, I'm moving in 5 days so I wont have any computer for a while and that probably means no updates any time soon.
Taking one last look at the clock Rogue slipped on her knee high boots grabbed her black elbow length gloves and was out the door.
Taking her time walking through the halls Rogue silently mused over what exactly she could do at 4:30 in the morning. Upon further investigation she decided to just go into the kitchen and enjoy an early breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen Rogue was surprised to find both Ororo and Logan already up and eating breakfast.
"Morning Rogue," Ororo greeted. "If I knew you were going to be up this early I would have made a bit more French toast."
"s'all all right Ro ah wasn't hungry anyways."
"Are you sure? I could probably whip something up before I have to leave."
"No ahm fine. Where you going?"
"Logan and I have a Mutant peace project we have to go to that's taking place at the Harvard University." Storm gave a nod to Logan who simply grunted in reply.
"whah Doesn't the Professah go this time?"
"Both Hank and the Professor are just so busy with the research on the threat of Apocalypse that they don't have time for the peace conference." Though this was said with a nonchalant expression Rogue could detects the twinge of sadness in her words. "Oh Logan while your at the fridge could you get me a glass of orange juice?" Logan gave another grunt as he fished for the desired drink. "Well that's our excuse now what are you doing up this early?"
"Ah accidentally set mah alarm clock a bit early and couldn't go back to sleep." Rogue mentally cursed herself for not coming up with a better excuse but Ororo seemed to accept her reason for being up. Looking up at Logan she could tell that he was not convinced. Rogue watched as he came over to the table with two glasses of orange juice and set them down in front of both Ororo and herself.
"Thanks Logan but ahm really not." Rogue was cut off but Logan's "just drink it." Lifting the glass to her mouth she quickly downed the pulpy liquid, as did Storm.
"How long are you two goin' to be gone for?"
"Not long, about four days."
"Is the Professor seetttiiinng." Rogue had to stop. Everything in the room was starting to blur, her tongue felt like it was to big for her mouth. "Sssttorrrmm whhattss gooiinngg ooonnn." But as she said this Ororo fell to the ground, her shocking white hair splayed across the kitchen floor. Dizzy and filled with panic Rogue clumsily swivled to look at Logan but instead of Logan there was the slim blue figure of her mother, Mystique. That was the last thing Rogue saw before slipping into darkness.
A/n WOW I'm so sorry that it took so long to type this chapter but I've got a good excuse. My computer broke a long time ago so I've been using my parent's computer, and this isn't the original chapter. While I was typing this chapter I hit delete instead of save and bye, bye chapter. So I had to start fresh which turned out to be a good thing because I actually no were I'm going with this now. One more thing, I'm moving in 5 days so I wont have any computer for a while and that probably means no updates any time soon.