Rogue jumped at the sudden noise. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed or something?" A few cards fell out of her hands and she carefully bent down to pick them up without dropping the rest of her get well gifts. "And no, I don't need any help." Rogue stood back up, awkwardly juggling the presents that were preventing her from getting into her room.
"Remy jus thought he'd help out a fellow southerner." Remy leaned over and pushed the door open. Rogue made a small noise when he brushed her shoulder and walked into her room. "Ya coming Cher?"
Rogue recollected herself and huffed through the door, "course ah am, but never said you could." Her accent had gotten thicker while she was isolated in her cage. Carefully she put down the gifts and cards on her bed. Even though she didn't show it, the gifts meant more to her then she let on. Later she would take her time of looking over each present and reading all the cards and poems. Walking from her closet to her bed she started to put away her things.
"Well that's no way ta treat da man dat just saved ya life. See mos tahms Remy get a hug, or a kiss." The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk that wouldn't look half as good on anybody else.
Stopping what she was doing Rogue turned a serious face to the man leaning casually on her new computer desk. "Thank ya, I owe ya one but righ now I'm exhausted."
"Remy see dat the pitite needs her sleep," Remy pushed himself off the desk and with a wink shut the door behind him.
Rogue let out a shaky breath; she didn't know how to handle being back. How was she supposed to just go back to her life again when she didn't even remember were she left off? Her whole world was a blur now. The room seemed huge and extremely cooled, so cold that she suddenly started to shiver. Rogue wrapped her long thin arms around herself and felt too small for her room. She had gotten so used to always being surrounded by people. Sometimes when she slept Ororo would crawl over and they would hold each others hand while they slept, just to remind the other that they weren't alone. Other times she would lean against her cell and Jay would tell her stories of his favorite horse he had when he was a kid. Jay grew up in a rich family that made a living in real-estate. His parents were scared and ashamed when he discovered his mutation.
"Jacob stop slouching!" hissed Jacob's mother as they walked into the elaborately decorated dinning room. Jacob's father Arthur Messing was holding a small dinner party at there estate in order to promote his real-estate company, a small party meaning twelve fellow rich couples discussing the weather. Jay rolled his eyes at his mother and took his seat at the other side of his father. He had been through more of these dinners than they had horses and they never got any better. His mother gave him a look from across the table, a warning that if he didn't behave he'd have problems. Jay just gave her a wink and turned to the seat next to him that held his little brother Nathaniel who just had his seventh birthday two weeks ago and still acts like he's four. "Don't do anything stupid Nat."
"Dinner looks delicious Mrs. Messing." His mother smiled at the man three seats over and thanked him graciously. Conversation went on like this for the next 15 minutes and Jay couldn't help but tune out. Nathaniel was sitting stiffly in his over sized chair playing with his salad his mother forced him to eat. Jay looked over at the woman seated on the other side of his brother. Mrs. Summerton was an attractive woman, slender and tall with a head of thick black hair, a typical trophy wife. Jay had met her before and wasn't impressed with her stuck up behavior she showed him when his father left the room.
Before long some of the maids had come in to clear the dinner plates and brought out two platters of cookies and set them on either side of the table. Nathaniel unable to control himself reached over as soon as the platter was set on the table, in the process knocking over Mrs. Summerton's wine glass.
Jay felt his heart drop into his stomach and quickly reaching over the table to grab the glass. To Jay's surprise and everyone else's the glass stopped, as did the wine that was half way to the white table cloth. Jay's head began to pound, he knew that he was the one that had stopped that glass. He couldn't hold time any longer and let out a strangled cry as the glass went back to its original position. The room was silent all anyone could hear was the sound of Jacob's heavy breathing.
"A mutant!" Jay heard a woman's voice yell at the other end of the table. And then hell broke loose. There was a shuffling of chairs and a few angry voices from the men. A hand reached out and grabbed hold of Jay's arm. "Get in my office boy!" It was his father.
Rogue gasped for air as the memory faded. Panicked she jumped up from her spot on the bed, never in her time of knowing Jay had she absorbed him. She does remember listening to Jay telling her of that occasion but never in such detail. Its like she just pulled it out of his head, but how could she do that without having absorbed him? Rogue walked to her closet and pulled out her jacket, she needed to go for a walk, and maybe later she'd talk to the Professor.
AN: YAY!!! I've updated! Isn't it great! Well I hope you like it. I've been reading over my other chapters and I've noticed that my writing style has changed a little bit I don't know what it is about it that is different but I think I like my later chapters better. Maybe its more detail idk. Anyways enjoy the chapter. R/R.