It was morning before she new it and Rogue was anxious to talk to
Ororo. She had already asked Hank to get her just a few minutes ago and now
she was waiting impatiently for her to come through the doors. During their
time in their cells they had relied heavily on each other to stay strong
and not give up. But now that their safe and secure in the mansion will
their new formed bond last, or will they go back to being strictly teacher
student? She didn't have a clue what was going to happen and she was
nervous to find out. There was a clear glass window that looked on into the
hall and when Rogue saw Storm walking by towards the door she slipped off
the bed to stand and greet her.
"Rogue child, it's so good to see you doing so well!" Ororo said as she embraced her in a warm hug.
"ah'm feeling a lot better, but what about ya? Ya doing ok?" Ororo let go of Rogue and took a step back to look at her.
"I'm doing better, but you shouldn't worry about that you have yourself to worry about." Storm went over and sat at the end of her med bed and motioned for Rogue to sit.
"Storm, ah actually wanted to ask ya a few questions. Ya know, about wha happened." Rogue asked as she sat down next to Storm.
Ororo let out a sigh and motioned for Rogue to continue. "When they took you into the..." Rogue hesitated a bit and took a deep breath to gain some courage. "The lab do you remember anything that happened while you were in there? Do you remember exactly what they did to you?"
Ororo's eyes shut briefly and her face took on a strained look. Ororo has always looked so beautiful and young that Rogue never had a clue of how old she was. She had no wrinkles that marred her face and her body was always fit and tight, someone could have thought that she was in her mid twenties. The eyes gave it away though they were so old and wise that they looked to be owned by someone in their seventies. This made it impossible to tell her true age and Rogue never really had the urge to ask her how old she was. But now as Rogue watched her leader she finally noticed how old, how exhausted and worn out she really was.
"Yes, for the most part I remember everything that happened inside the lab. I was lucky that I was rarely ever cut into or anything likes that. I guess they figured that because of my powers it would pointless to do that kind of experiments." Storm then noticed all of the slashes and holes in Rogues arms and winced slightly. "I'm sorry you weren't as lucky. You have to remember though child, that it is over, and you're safe now with Xavior." Rogue looked deep into her eyes and saw a glimpse of uncertainty in her own words.
"If they didn't, ya know, cut inta ya what did they do?"
Storm shifted from her spot on the bed and got up to straiten up the gifts that Rogue had received from her "friends". She could see that Storm was uncomfortable with talking about what happened but Rogue had to know what types of things went on in the lab. She was already concerned with why she couldn't remember anything and that Storm could.
"They made me test my limits to the maximum, they would make me hold a rain cloud for hours on end, and sometimes they would..." In all Rogues time of knowing Storm she had never seen her stumble on anything, never fumble for words, always composed and strong. And When Ororo chocked on her words, even if it was a small stumble, it affected her. "They would make me do things to others, hurt them with my...gift." Storms voice sounded bitter and betrayed; like she blamed her powers because they some how turned on her. "I really don't wish to go into it all right now. Maybe when it's not so fresh we can talk about it more freely."
Rogue shook her head quickly, "No Storm its fiahn (fine) ya don't have to."
Ororo got up and smiled weakly down at her, "thank you for understanding Rogue; you probably know how bad it was better than both Logan and myself. I'm going to go see how the Professors doing." Storm turned to leave but Rogue grabbed her arm, "Storm, Kurt said something about Apocalypse, is he really here?"
"Yes Rogue, he sure is." Ororo left with her words hanging heavily in the air.
By the end of the day everyone except for the two former Acolytes had come to visit her at least once, and when the professor came he told her that she would be able to return to her room that night if she felt up to it. Rogue was in the middle of figuring out how to open her bedroom door with her hands full of get well presents when she was startled by a soft chuckle coming form behind her.
"Does Cherie need some help?"
A/n Well yeah it is pretty short but its still a chapter. Sorry its been so long I've been grounded from the comp for being bad )= oh well I'll work on getting chapters up sooner. R&R
"Rogue child, it's so good to see you doing so well!" Ororo said as she embraced her in a warm hug.
"ah'm feeling a lot better, but what about ya? Ya doing ok?" Ororo let go of Rogue and took a step back to look at her.
"I'm doing better, but you shouldn't worry about that you have yourself to worry about." Storm went over and sat at the end of her med bed and motioned for Rogue to sit.
"Storm, ah actually wanted to ask ya a few questions. Ya know, about wha happened." Rogue asked as she sat down next to Storm.
Ororo let out a sigh and motioned for Rogue to continue. "When they took you into the..." Rogue hesitated a bit and took a deep breath to gain some courage. "The lab do you remember anything that happened while you were in there? Do you remember exactly what they did to you?"
Ororo's eyes shut briefly and her face took on a strained look. Ororo has always looked so beautiful and young that Rogue never had a clue of how old she was. She had no wrinkles that marred her face and her body was always fit and tight, someone could have thought that she was in her mid twenties. The eyes gave it away though they were so old and wise that they looked to be owned by someone in their seventies. This made it impossible to tell her true age and Rogue never really had the urge to ask her how old she was. But now as Rogue watched her leader she finally noticed how old, how exhausted and worn out she really was.
"Yes, for the most part I remember everything that happened inside the lab. I was lucky that I was rarely ever cut into or anything likes that. I guess they figured that because of my powers it would pointless to do that kind of experiments." Storm then noticed all of the slashes and holes in Rogues arms and winced slightly. "I'm sorry you weren't as lucky. You have to remember though child, that it is over, and you're safe now with Xavior." Rogue looked deep into her eyes and saw a glimpse of uncertainty in her own words.
"If they didn't, ya know, cut inta ya what did they do?"
Storm shifted from her spot on the bed and got up to straiten up the gifts that Rogue had received from her "friends". She could see that Storm was uncomfortable with talking about what happened but Rogue had to know what types of things went on in the lab. She was already concerned with why she couldn't remember anything and that Storm could.
"They made me test my limits to the maximum, they would make me hold a rain cloud for hours on end, and sometimes they would..." In all Rogues time of knowing Storm she had never seen her stumble on anything, never fumble for words, always composed and strong. And When Ororo chocked on her words, even if it was a small stumble, it affected her. "They would make me do things to others, hurt them with my...gift." Storms voice sounded bitter and betrayed; like she blamed her powers because they some how turned on her. "I really don't wish to go into it all right now. Maybe when it's not so fresh we can talk about it more freely."
Rogue shook her head quickly, "No Storm its fiahn (fine) ya don't have to."
Ororo got up and smiled weakly down at her, "thank you for understanding Rogue; you probably know how bad it was better than both Logan and myself. I'm going to go see how the Professors doing." Storm turned to leave but Rogue grabbed her arm, "Storm, Kurt said something about Apocalypse, is he really here?"
"Yes Rogue, he sure is." Ororo left with her words hanging heavily in the air.
By the end of the day everyone except for the two former Acolytes had come to visit her at least once, and when the professor came he told her that she would be able to return to her room that night if she felt up to it. Rogue was in the middle of figuring out how to open her bedroom door with her hands full of get well presents when she was startled by a soft chuckle coming form behind her.
"Does Cherie need some help?"
A/n Well yeah it is pretty short but its still a chapter. Sorry its been so long I've been grounded from the comp for being bad )= oh well I'll work on getting chapters up sooner. R&R