Disclamer: Oops! Forgot to put this in my first review! I DO NOT own X:Men-
Evolution or any of its characters....no matter what Mr.Twinkles says...
'thoughts' "talking" *telepathy* ~~~~~@#$%^&* flashback
ONWARD WITH THE STORY!
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE..SMASH!
'Gwad, whoever thought of alarm clocks is evil I tell ya, EVIL!' thought Mia before rolling over and going back to sleep. That is before the oh so annoying and panic filling voice of Max Trent called out to her. "Mia, I know you memory isn't what it should be, but please tell me that you remembered to set you clock forward last night and your really in class and not lasing about in bed." He called out with a hint of mocking in his voice. 'NO, NO, NO! Please not today...my thesis is due today and Mrs.Marakick already hates me!' Mia thought desperately as she threw back her blankets in a mad panic and threw on some semi clean clothes, thanking whatever goddess watching over her that she had showered last night, and at the same time cursing her for not making her remember about the damn time change thing. 'Scratch the invention of the clock, whoever thought of time changes is pure evil.' Mia thought to herself as she futilely tried to brush her teeth and hair at the same time. Giving up on that she gurgled some mouth wash and pulled her hair up in a tight bun before throwing open the bathroom door and preparing to make a mad dash to English lit room hoping Mrs.Marakick hadn't collected the thesis yet, when she was stopped by the sight of both her roommates rolling around on the ground with silent tears running down their very red faces.. "So-so-sorry Mia, just couldn't help it. You do know it's Easter break don't you? That means Monday off...remember? You booked a shift at the Clutter today? Ring ANY bells?!" Ryan Malic said while picking himself up and whipping his tear stained face. "Urg! Why oh why do I fall for that every ti..." Mia started to utter before she was cut off by a random thought ~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~ "Like, sorry Rogue, just couldn't help myself! Plus, you like, look SO good without all the make up on. Don't you, like, think Kurt?" a girl Mia couldn't remember squealed. "Ja, you look very nice meine schwester." A vaguely familiar German voice rang in her mind. "Oui. Remy t'inks his chere looks très bonne." Another familiar voice said, this time a mix of French and Cajun. ~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~ "MIA!" the very anxious voice of Max snapped Mia out of her haze. "What? What happened? Arg! It happened again didn't it? How long was I gone this time?" Mia asked hesitantly. "'Round five minutes this time. What did you hear?" Ryan asked tentatively . "People talking 'bout mah make-up." "I'm sorry, but I love your voice just after you have a flash. You sound so sexy, all southern and what not," Max declared, trying to ease the sudden tension in the room. "Urg, I'll talk with your dad after work, Max. So, since Ah'm up, does anyone want some breakfast?" Mia asked, trying desperately to shake the sudden appearance of her accent. "Hell ya!" both boys answered enthusiastically. "Cummin right up, boys!" Mia answered with a smile and stood up to fix them some breakfast.
It had been almost four years since Mia had woken up in the hospital with a broken leg, three broken ribs and no memory of who she was or her past. After a couple weeks of therapy the doctors told her that she had acute amnesia and would probably remember everything in time, but not to push it. Until then she should get some rest and try to slip into a routine. Only problem with that was she had no place to go and relax. She was pretty much homeless, penniless and memory less. After discussing this with Dr. Trent he decided to introduce her to his son Max. He had just graduated from high school, had a part time job and lived with his best friend Ryan in an apartment in downtown Peterborough close to the college of Parora, which they had both gotten accepted to. They were looking for a third roommate and would probably welcome her with open arms. After getting an interview at a local pub, the Clutter, getting an interview with the dean of Parora and meeting Max and Ryan, Mia was ready to start her new life. It was actually pretty easy, she found out she loved to cook, so getting a job at the pub was pretty effortless. After taking test to prove that her mind was up to the challenge of college life the dean had no problem letting her attend Parora, and she got along great with the boys. All in all, besides not being able to remember anything about her past, life was pretty good. The only thing that really bothered her was her lack of name. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get used to the idea of people calling her Jane. After sharing this with her new housemates they decided to spend the night together getting to know one another (better in Max and Ryan's case), and picking out a suiting name and birthday for the then Jean. Mia had to shutter when she thought of the name the boys had first picked out for her. Jean. She didn't know why, but for some strange reason that was completely beyond her Mia couldn't stand the name Jean. She actually started crying when they first suggested it. So it was settled..no names starting with "J". They had gone through all they names they could think of when they a very drunk Ryan suggested Youa. "Youa? What the hell? I think your drunk, sugah!" Mia had stated falling off the couch she was laughing so hard. "No, no, no. Get it? It's all about Youa!" Ryan tried to explane his drunken logic. Apparently it made sense to Max because before long they were both calling her Youa Garcia. "Youa? You-a...youuuuuaaaaaa....naw, just doesn't sound right to meh." An equally drunk Mia had stated at the time. "I KNOW! MIA! It's all about MIA! Get it. Me-a. Hahahahaha-a!" and to her surprise both the boys loved it. So the next day (after fighting off a vicious hangover) all three had gone downtown to legally change her name. Thankfully, acquiring her birthday was much easier. Just fill one hat with months and the other with dates and there you have it. October 11th 1985. Since they guessed she was about their age and both boys were 19 it only made sense that they made her the same age as them. Everything was going fine until she started getting flashes that would take up her mind and leave her in a daze. But they were getting better. After talking to Dr. Trent she learned that that was just her minds way of slowly bring fourth her past. Little by little she was getting her past back...
"Come and get it boys, breakfast's ready!"
A/N-Sorry this was so long, or boring, or whatever. I just thought I'd let people know what's going on with Rogue. I don't know how you go thorough changing your name so I'm just going to make it really easy! Mia-Thanks for your support, even though I know you don't like these kinds of stories, it really helps the self confidence! ;) ishandahalf-Thank you so much for your support! I love your stories and am sooooooo honored that you liked mine. (Does that sound as cheesy to you as it does to me? But I really do mean it!) Alicia – I'm glad you like it, and I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter! sleepy26-Thanks for you praise. I wasn't even sure I was going to post this story..thanks again! CrAzYsExYcOoLgirl-My first reviewer! Thank you so much! From hear on out you shall be my favorite. I shall call you Roger. You will be my favorite Roger!
'thoughts' "talking" *telepathy* ~~~~~@#$%^&* flashback
ONWARD WITH THE STORY!
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE..SMASH!
'Gwad, whoever thought of alarm clocks is evil I tell ya, EVIL!' thought Mia before rolling over and going back to sleep. That is before the oh so annoying and panic filling voice of Max Trent called out to her. "Mia, I know you memory isn't what it should be, but please tell me that you remembered to set you clock forward last night and your really in class and not lasing about in bed." He called out with a hint of mocking in his voice. 'NO, NO, NO! Please not today...my thesis is due today and Mrs.Marakick already hates me!' Mia thought desperately as she threw back her blankets in a mad panic and threw on some semi clean clothes, thanking whatever goddess watching over her that she had showered last night, and at the same time cursing her for not making her remember about the damn time change thing. 'Scratch the invention of the clock, whoever thought of time changes is pure evil.' Mia thought to herself as she futilely tried to brush her teeth and hair at the same time. Giving up on that she gurgled some mouth wash and pulled her hair up in a tight bun before throwing open the bathroom door and preparing to make a mad dash to English lit room hoping Mrs.Marakick hadn't collected the thesis yet, when she was stopped by the sight of both her roommates rolling around on the ground with silent tears running down their very red faces.. "So-so-sorry Mia, just couldn't help it. You do know it's Easter break don't you? That means Monday off...remember? You booked a shift at the Clutter today? Ring ANY bells?!" Ryan Malic said while picking himself up and whipping his tear stained face. "Urg! Why oh why do I fall for that every ti..." Mia started to utter before she was cut off by a random thought ~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~ "Like, sorry Rogue, just couldn't help myself! Plus, you like, look SO good without all the make up on. Don't you, like, think Kurt?" a girl Mia couldn't remember squealed. "Ja, you look very nice meine schwester." A vaguely familiar German voice rang in her mind. "Oui. Remy t'inks his chere looks très bonne." Another familiar voice said, this time a mix of French and Cajun. ~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~~~~~@#$%^&*~ "MIA!" the very anxious voice of Max snapped Mia out of her haze. "What? What happened? Arg! It happened again didn't it? How long was I gone this time?" Mia asked hesitantly. "'Round five minutes this time. What did you hear?" Ryan asked tentatively . "People talking 'bout mah make-up." "I'm sorry, but I love your voice just after you have a flash. You sound so sexy, all southern and what not," Max declared, trying to ease the sudden tension in the room. "Urg, I'll talk with your dad after work, Max. So, since Ah'm up, does anyone want some breakfast?" Mia asked, trying desperately to shake the sudden appearance of her accent. "Hell ya!" both boys answered enthusiastically. "Cummin right up, boys!" Mia answered with a smile and stood up to fix them some breakfast.
It had been almost four years since Mia had woken up in the hospital with a broken leg, three broken ribs and no memory of who she was or her past. After a couple weeks of therapy the doctors told her that she had acute amnesia and would probably remember everything in time, but not to push it. Until then she should get some rest and try to slip into a routine. Only problem with that was she had no place to go and relax. She was pretty much homeless, penniless and memory less. After discussing this with Dr. Trent he decided to introduce her to his son Max. He had just graduated from high school, had a part time job and lived with his best friend Ryan in an apartment in downtown Peterborough close to the college of Parora, which they had both gotten accepted to. They were looking for a third roommate and would probably welcome her with open arms. After getting an interview at a local pub, the Clutter, getting an interview with the dean of Parora and meeting Max and Ryan, Mia was ready to start her new life. It was actually pretty easy, she found out she loved to cook, so getting a job at the pub was pretty effortless. After taking test to prove that her mind was up to the challenge of college life the dean had no problem letting her attend Parora, and she got along great with the boys. All in all, besides not being able to remember anything about her past, life was pretty good. The only thing that really bothered her was her lack of name. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get used to the idea of people calling her Jane. After sharing this with her new housemates they decided to spend the night together getting to know one another (better in Max and Ryan's case), and picking out a suiting name and birthday for the then Jean. Mia had to shutter when she thought of the name the boys had first picked out for her. Jean. She didn't know why, but for some strange reason that was completely beyond her Mia couldn't stand the name Jean. She actually started crying when they first suggested it. So it was settled..no names starting with "J". They had gone through all they names they could think of when they a very drunk Ryan suggested Youa. "Youa? What the hell? I think your drunk, sugah!" Mia had stated falling off the couch she was laughing so hard. "No, no, no. Get it? It's all about Youa!" Ryan tried to explane his drunken logic. Apparently it made sense to Max because before long they were both calling her Youa Garcia. "Youa? You-a...youuuuuaaaaaa....naw, just doesn't sound right to meh." An equally drunk Mia had stated at the time. "I KNOW! MIA! It's all about MIA! Get it. Me-a. Hahahahaha-a!" and to her surprise both the boys loved it. So the next day (after fighting off a vicious hangover) all three had gone downtown to legally change her name. Thankfully, acquiring her birthday was much easier. Just fill one hat with months and the other with dates and there you have it. October 11th 1985. Since they guessed she was about their age and both boys were 19 it only made sense that they made her the same age as them. Everything was going fine until she started getting flashes that would take up her mind and leave her in a daze. But they were getting better. After talking to Dr. Trent she learned that that was just her minds way of slowly bring fourth her past. Little by little she was getting her past back...
"Come and get it boys, breakfast's ready!"
A/N-Sorry this was so long, or boring, or whatever. I just thought I'd let people know what's going on with Rogue. I don't know how you go thorough changing your name so I'm just going to make it really easy! Mia-Thanks for your support, even though I know you don't like these kinds of stories, it really helps the self confidence! ;) ishandahalf-Thank you so much for your support! I love your stories and am sooooooo honored that you liked mine. (Does that sound as cheesy to you as it does to me? But I really do mean it!) Alicia – I'm glad you like it, and I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter! sleepy26-Thanks for you praise. I wasn't even sure I was going to post this story..thanks again! CrAzYsExYcOoLgirl-My first reviewer! Thank you so much! From hear on out you shall be my favorite. I shall call you Roger. You will be my favorite Roger!