Hello my friends! I am back! You know, I really should be updating my other
stories, but I can't seem to stop with this one at the moment, so ya'll X-
Men fans are lucky!
By the way, I have a new second-favorite X-Men (Romy pairing is always the first favorite): Emma Frost! I love her! I know, technically she is from the Generation X series of X-Men, but screw it, it's my fanfiction, and I'm gonna work her in! If ya'll don't know her powers, here they are: she's a high (very high, higher than Jean but not higher than Xavier) telepathic, though she doesn't have much telekinesis, and can fly. Not only that, but she can turn her skin into diamonds! (Well, really her whole skin is one big diamond, and she can't use her telepathic powers in that form.) I'm introducing her into this story because I have a little side story to this in the works that will involve her and a love interest that has never been thought of before (and believe you me, I ain't lying! Nobody would have thought of this pairing!) But, that story won't come out for awhile, so just enjoy this one and Emma, who's going to come a bit later ^_^
Okay, I think we can all remember what happened in the last chapter! Here we go with this one!
Chapter Six
Rogue sat in her room, looking out the window in a daze. It had been three days since she had woken up back at Magneto's place, and apparently she had been sleeping long before that. She remembered very little, other than knowing subconsciously that she had attacked pretty much every mutant she knew.
Every one she saw seemed to be walking on eggshells around her. She knew they didn't know exactly how to treat her, and she understood. Sometimes, when she was just sitting and doing nothing, she would have odd flashbacks of what she had done, and she knew that she had gone crazy. Fortunately, the psyches weren't bothering her overmuch. However, Carol had been suspiciously silent for quite a while now, and Rogue was becoming worried. It wasn't that she wanted to speak to Carol, oh no, but she was worried that Carol was planning something, like some sort of psyche resurrection that would take over her body again.
At the moment, Rogue was fighting a bout of self-hatred. She couldn't believe that she had attacked everybody, especially her own sister. But the worst of it: she now had memories that she didn't want. I.E.: Mystique's. She was one seriously messed up woman. But the worst of it was, Mystique had a biological son that she hadn't told Amalie and Rogue about. And that son was currently under Professor Xavier's care.
Rogue thought about the blue, fuzzy elf that she often fought. She had never once thought that he could possibly be her brother. Although, since he was blue, and Mystique was blue, she could have put two and two together. Now, the primary thing Rogue worried about was how to tell Amalie that they had a brother, even if only through adoption. And, of course, the next time the X-Men and the Acolytes came into contact.
Reaching over, Rogue turned up her stereo, Linkin Park* blaring out of the speakers. Her favorite song, the one she always identified with, came up on the track:
**Memories consume like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume, I'm safe in my room Unless I try to start again...
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit... Tonight...
Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door, I try to catch my breath again... I hurt much more, than any time before, I have no options left again...
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit... Tonight...
I'll paint it on the walls 'Cause I'm the one at fault I'll never fight again And this is how it ends...
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit... Tonight... **
Rogue's eyes closed and she felt, for a time, peace. For some people, getting rid of their anger and pain involved hitting something, or screaming at somebody, or even talking to a therapist. For Rogue, relaxing was listening to someone else screaming and raving. She loved hard rock music, like Linkin Park, P.O.D., Godsmack, and Evanescence. It all helped.
Sighing, Rogue turned off her music and stood up, stretching like a cat. It was raining out, so she knew she couldn't go outside, and it was Saturday, so no school. Not like she had been going these past few days...
In the end, Rogue decided to take a nice, long shower. She was glad she didn't live at the Xavier Institute, where she would have to fight for a chance at the restroom. Since her sister, Wanda, and herself were the only females on the Acolyte team, minus Mystique, they each had their own restrooms. Smiling smugly as she thought of Miss "I've got a stick so far up my ass I walk funny" Jean Gray fighting for the restroom with Miss "Like, Omigod! I should have, like, so thought of that if I had, like, half a brain" Kitty Pryde*, Rogue's mood lightened considerably.
When she was underneath the water, Rogue turned it up to full blast, enjoying the pain she felt when she hot water slammed into her body. She wasn't by nature a masochist, but the pain of the water was nothing considered to the pain she was feeling lately in her head and heart. She grabbed her jasmine smelling shampoo and savagely attacked her hair, the bubbles falling into her open eyes. Then, she scrubbed herself sore with her similarly scented body-wash.
She was about to sit back and enjoy the water when a timid knock broke her from her reverie. Turning, she quickly scanned her room (something she would have to thank Jean for if she ever decided to thank the goody two- shoes for anything) and found Amalie standing nervously outside. Her chest tightened at the though of how her sister must be feeling at the moment.
"Come in!" Rogue called out, sticking her wet head out of the shower curtain.
Her red-headed sister came in anxiously, her violet eyes worried, and Rogue sensed it wasn't just about talking with her. She tilted her head in silent question, waiting for Amalie to speak.
"Xavier's her', dahlin'. He want's ta... ta speak wit' ya, if ya willin'," she said, nervously playing with the edge of her shirt.
Rogue sighed, and closed her eyes. "Ah guess Ah owe 'im tha courtesy. A'right, tell 'im Ah'll be raght there."
Amalie nodded quickly and beat a hasty retreat, conveying the idea that she hadn't told Rogue everything. Sighing again, Rogue turned off the water and stepped carefully out of the shower, water running in rivulets down her lean body. Quickly, she toweled off, then shrugged into her dark green terrycloth robe, her two-toned hair clinging to her face.
With one last moan of regret that she had to leave her safe-haven, Rogue exited her room and made her way to the bases make-shift living room.
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In all appearance's, Remy LeBeau looked perfectly calm sitting next to Professor Xavier in Magneto's residence. However, those who knew him well knew that Remy was extremely nervous. Not only being in his nemesis' domain, but also about finding out how Rogue was.
When the Professor had finally conceded to letting Amalie taking the unconscious Rogue back to Magneto, he had been furious. All of his protective instincts had kicked in and he lived up to his name as the Ragun' Cajun. Only not because he was so flirtatious and outgoing. It took Logan to threaten to skewer him with his claws to finally get Remy to shut up.
Which also lead to the thoughts of why he was so attached to Rogue.
All of his life, he had never been a one woman man. He had always been the flirtatious play boy, going after seductive blue-eyed blonds, not mysterious brunettes with serious attitude. But ever since he had met Rogue, he had stopped most of his flirting and had put all of his attentions onto getting her. He supposed it was true: we want what we can't have. Remy had all ready started to think of Rogue as his, and now all he needed to do was make it true. Maybe after he dated her for a while he would finally get her out of his system... Now, if only he could get himself to do less teasing flirtation and more romanticizing.
However, he was seriously worried about her at the moment and was about to start blowing things up if he didn't see her in one piece. The Professor didn't appear to observe his agitation, but Jean, Kurt, Piotr, and Scott (though he was sure about Cyke) were all glaring at him, annoyed by his constant fidgeting.
That was when Rogue came into the room in a bathrobe loosely tied, her sleek legs shiny and smooth, and her hair in a wet curtain about her head.
Every last man in that room (minus Magneto and Xavier, of course) had their jaws around their ankles at the sight of Rogue looking so sexy, especially after what had just happened not one week ago. Her green eyes, however, showed her weariness and wariness. Also her surprise. Apparently she didn't know that more than just the Professor was there.
"Ah didn' know tha' the whole teahm was gonna be her'," she said, her husky voice slightly scratchy, as if she had a sore throat. Remy practically melted into a puddle before her feet. Of course, that was the exact moment she chose to look at him, and when she did, her smoky eyes, the color of her robe, seemed to become pensive and amused at the same time.
Xavier nodded in acknowledgement to her, "Hello, Rogue. We've come to check up on you and make sure you were all right."
Her eyes became hooded, then, "Tha's maghty nice of ya, Professa. But whah else are ya her'?"
Remy decided to speak up at that moment, "Surely de petit w'll not t'ink dat Xavier have some m'tive behind dis?"
Her gaze slid slowly to his, then to Magneto's, "Whah is he her', sir?"
Pietro and Lance, both of them glaring at the X-Men, stood up and went to stand in front of her in a protective manner, followed closely by Wanda and Amalie. None of them trusted the X-Men. Mystique smiled approvingly of their protection of Rogue, but said nothing. Fred and Toad were eyeing the X-Men with annoyance.
"I believe they wish to talk with you about your time with Mr. Trask," Magneto said calmly, looking at Rogue.
She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening ever so slightly, and the X-Men were practically sitting on the edge of their chairs, prepared to fight her if she attacked. Then, her eyes became hooded once more as she looked at them coolly.
"Whah do ya wanna know?" She asked curtly.
Jean looked at her gently, "We wish to know so that we can help you and prevent what happened to you from happening to anybody else."
Rogue practically sneered at her, "We all know wha' ya want, li'l Miss World Peahce. But tha' ain't good enough've a reason for me ta tell ya'll wha' happened."
The telepath looked affronted, and Wanda snickered. Scott looked like he was about to blast Rogue for insulting his girlfriend. Remy grinned boyishly. Rogue was all right.
Suddenly, Rogue saw Kurt, and she froze. Remy could feel her conflicting emotions with his empathy, and he wondered about it. Xavier's eyebrow's rose, as if he knew something of what she was thinking. Kurt looked like a blue deer caught in the headlights.
Mystique jumped up, her yellow eyes suddenly nervous, and she said, "Well, I don't think Rogue wants to talk about it. Why don't you and Amalie go upstairs, dear!"
The Master of Magnetism smiled coldly at his companion, but said nothing. It was obvious to Remy that something was going on here that involved Rogue, Mystique, and his blue and fuzzy friend. Then, something seemed to click within him.
Kurt had never told them about his mother, only that she was an international terrorist. Kurt was blue with yellow eyes. Mystique was blue with yellow eyes. Rogue was Mystique's adopted daughter, along with Amalie... Rogue and Amalie were Kurt's sisters and Mystique was his mother!
With that revelation prevalent in Remy's mind, he turned his demon eyes upon Rogue, wide with amazement. But, they quickly became wide with lust when he saw the gap in her robe. All thoughts of Kurt and his relations fled his mind at the sight of her chest so exposed, and he was sure he was drooling.
Amalie looked uncertain about why she should go up, but Rogue just nodded stiffly to the X-Men and left the room, dragging her sister with her. Remy's mind was still in a daze, the sight of her glued permanently in his mind.
"Do you think, Magneto, that Rogue would permit me to enter her mind again to look at the memories?" Xavier asked, bringing Remy back to the situation.
"I doubt it, but you may always ask."
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There we go. Not much of a cliff hanger. But the ending of the next chapter will be a definite cliffy, so for all you cliffy lovers, one is coming! ^~^
All right, the Linkin Park song was "Breaking the Habit" on their Meteora CD. It's one of my favorite songs, so I just had to use it!
Oh, I have nothing against Kitty, although I don't like Jean very much. However, at the moment, Rogue doesn't like Kitty very much so she's not going to be thinking very nice things about her. But don't worry, they will get to be friends!
Allrighty then, review! See ya next chapter! ^_^ Sparky
By the way, I have a new second-favorite X-Men (Romy pairing is always the first favorite): Emma Frost! I love her! I know, technically she is from the Generation X series of X-Men, but screw it, it's my fanfiction, and I'm gonna work her in! If ya'll don't know her powers, here they are: she's a high (very high, higher than Jean but not higher than Xavier) telepathic, though she doesn't have much telekinesis, and can fly. Not only that, but she can turn her skin into diamonds! (Well, really her whole skin is one big diamond, and she can't use her telepathic powers in that form.) I'm introducing her into this story because I have a little side story to this in the works that will involve her and a love interest that has never been thought of before (and believe you me, I ain't lying! Nobody would have thought of this pairing!) But, that story won't come out for awhile, so just enjoy this one and Emma, who's going to come a bit later ^_^
Okay, I think we can all remember what happened in the last chapter! Here we go with this one!
Chapter Six
Rogue sat in her room, looking out the window in a daze. It had been three days since she had woken up back at Magneto's place, and apparently she had been sleeping long before that. She remembered very little, other than knowing subconsciously that she had attacked pretty much every mutant she knew.
Every one she saw seemed to be walking on eggshells around her. She knew they didn't know exactly how to treat her, and she understood. Sometimes, when she was just sitting and doing nothing, she would have odd flashbacks of what she had done, and she knew that she had gone crazy. Fortunately, the psyches weren't bothering her overmuch. However, Carol had been suspiciously silent for quite a while now, and Rogue was becoming worried. It wasn't that she wanted to speak to Carol, oh no, but she was worried that Carol was planning something, like some sort of psyche resurrection that would take over her body again.
At the moment, Rogue was fighting a bout of self-hatred. She couldn't believe that she had attacked everybody, especially her own sister. But the worst of it: she now had memories that she didn't want. I.E.: Mystique's. She was one seriously messed up woman. But the worst of it was, Mystique had a biological son that she hadn't told Amalie and Rogue about. And that son was currently under Professor Xavier's care.
Rogue thought about the blue, fuzzy elf that she often fought. She had never once thought that he could possibly be her brother. Although, since he was blue, and Mystique was blue, she could have put two and two together. Now, the primary thing Rogue worried about was how to tell Amalie that they had a brother, even if only through adoption. And, of course, the next time the X-Men and the Acolytes came into contact.
Reaching over, Rogue turned up her stereo, Linkin Park* blaring out of the speakers. Her favorite song, the one she always identified with, came up on the track:
**Memories consume like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume, I'm safe in my room Unless I try to start again...
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit... Tonight...
Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door, I try to catch my breath again... I hurt much more, than any time before, I have no options left again...
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit... Tonight...
I'll paint it on the walls 'Cause I'm the one at fault I'll never fight again And this is how it ends...
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright So I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit... Tonight... **
Rogue's eyes closed and she felt, for a time, peace. For some people, getting rid of their anger and pain involved hitting something, or screaming at somebody, or even talking to a therapist. For Rogue, relaxing was listening to someone else screaming and raving. She loved hard rock music, like Linkin Park, P.O.D., Godsmack, and Evanescence. It all helped.
Sighing, Rogue turned off her music and stood up, stretching like a cat. It was raining out, so she knew she couldn't go outside, and it was Saturday, so no school. Not like she had been going these past few days...
In the end, Rogue decided to take a nice, long shower. She was glad she didn't live at the Xavier Institute, where she would have to fight for a chance at the restroom. Since her sister, Wanda, and herself were the only females on the Acolyte team, minus Mystique, they each had their own restrooms. Smiling smugly as she thought of Miss "I've got a stick so far up my ass I walk funny" Jean Gray fighting for the restroom with Miss "Like, Omigod! I should have, like, so thought of that if I had, like, half a brain" Kitty Pryde*, Rogue's mood lightened considerably.
When she was underneath the water, Rogue turned it up to full blast, enjoying the pain she felt when she hot water slammed into her body. She wasn't by nature a masochist, but the pain of the water was nothing considered to the pain she was feeling lately in her head and heart. She grabbed her jasmine smelling shampoo and savagely attacked her hair, the bubbles falling into her open eyes. Then, she scrubbed herself sore with her similarly scented body-wash.
She was about to sit back and enjoy the water when a timid knock broke her from her reverie. Turning, she quickly scanned her room (something she would have to thank Jean for if she ever decided to thank the goody two- shoes for anything) and found Amalie standing nervously outside. Her chest tightened at the though of how her sister must be feeling at the moment.
"Come in!" Rogue called out, sticking her wet head out of the shower curtain.
Her red-headed sister came in anxiously, her violet eyes worried, and Rogue sensed it wasn't just about talking with her. She tilted her head in silent question, waiting for Amalie to speak.
"Xavier's her', dahlin'. He want's ta... ta speak wit' ya, if ya willin'," she said, nervously playing with the edge of her shirt.
Rogue sighed, and closed her eyes. "Ah guess Ah owe 'im tha courtesy. A'right, tell 'im Ah'll be raght there."
Amalie nodded quickly and beat a hasty retreat, conveying the idea that she hadn't told Rogue everything. Sighing again, Rogue turned off the water and stepped carefully out of the shower, water running in rivulets down her lean body. Quickly, she toweled off, then shrugged into her dark green terrycloth robe, her two-toned hair clinging to her face.
With one last moan of regret that she had to leave her safe-haven, Rogue exited her room and made her way to the bases make-shift living room.
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In all appearance's, Remy LeBeau looked perfectly calm sitting next to Professor Xavier in Magneto's residence. However, those who knew him well knew that Remy was extremely nervous. Not only being in his nemesis' domain, but also about finding out how Rogue was.
When the Professor had finally conceded to letting Amalie taking the unconscious Rogue back to Magneto, he had been furious. All of his protective instincts had kicked in and he lived up to his name as the Ragun' Cajun. Only not because he was so flirtatious and outgoing. It took Logan to threaten to skewer him with his claws to finally get Remy to shut up.
Which also lead to the thoughts of why he was so attached to Rogue.
All of his life, he had never been a one woman man. He had always been the flirtatious play boy, going after seductive blue-eyed blonds, not mysterious brunettes with serious attitude. But ever since he had met Rogue, he had stopped most of his flirting and had put all of his attentions onto getting her. He supposed it was true: we want what we can't have. Remy had all ready started to think of Rogue as his, and now all he needed to do was make it true. Maybe after he dated her for a while he would finally get her out of his system... Now, if only he could get himself to do less teasing flirtation and more romanticizing.
However, he was seriously worried about her at the moment and was about to start blowing things up if he didn't see her in one piece. The Professor didn't appear to observe his agitation, but Jean, Kurt, Piotr, and Scott (though he was sure about Cyke) were all glaring at him, annoyed by his constant fidgeting.
That was when Rogue came into the room in a bathrobe loosely tied, her sleek legs shiny and smooth, and her hair in a wet curtain about her head.
Every last man in that room (minus Magneto and Xavier, of course) had their jaws around their ankles at the sight of Rogue looking so sexy, especially after what had just happened not one week ago. Her green eyes, however, showed her weariness and wariness. Also her surprise. Apparently she didn't know that more than just the Professor was there.
"Ah didn' know tha' the whole teahm was gonna be her'," she said, her husky voice slightly scratchy, as if she had a sore throat. Remy practically melted into a puddle before her feet. Of course, that was the exact moment she chose to look at him, and when she did, her smoky eyes, the color of her robe, seemed to become pensive and amused at the same time.
Xavier nodded in acknowledgement to her, "Hello, Rogue. We've come to check up on you and make sure you were all right."
Her eyes became hooded, then, "Tha's maghty nice of ya, Professa. But whah else are ya her'?"
Remy decided to speak up at that moment, "Surely de petit w'll not t'ink dat Xavier have some m'tive behind dis?"
Her gaze slid slowly to his, then to Magneto's, "Whah is he her', sir?"
Pietro and Lance, both of them glaring at the X-Men, stood up and went to stand in front of her in a protective manner, followed closely by Wanda and Amalie. None of them trusted the X-Men. Mystique smiled approvingly of their protection of Rogue, but said nothing. Fred and Toad were eyeing the X-Men with annoyance.
"I believe they wish to talk with you about your time with Mr. Trask," Magneto said calmly, looking at Rogue.
She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening ever so slightly, and the X-Men were practically sitting on the edge of their chairs, prepared to fight her if she attacked. Then, her eyes became hooded once more as she looked at them coolly.
"Whah do ya wanna know?" She asked curtly.
Jean looked at her gently, "We wish to know so that we can help you and prevent what happened to you from happening to anybody else."
Rogue practically sneered at her, "We all know wha' ya want, li'l Miss World Peahce. But tha' ain't good enough've a reason for me ta tell ya'll wha' happened."
The telepath looked affronted, and Wanda snickered. Scott looked like he was about to blast Rogue for insulting his girlfriend. Remy grinned boyishly. Rogue was all right.
Suddenly, Rogue saw Kurt, and she froze. Remy could feel her conflicting emotions with his empathy, and he wondered about it. Xavier's eyebrow's rose, as if he knew something of what she was thinking. Kurt looked like a blue deer caught in the headlights.
Mystique jumped up, her yellow eyes suddenly nervous, and she said, "Well, I don't think Rogue wants to talk about it. Why don't you and Amalie go upstairs, dear!"
The Master of Magnetism smiled coldly at his companion, but said nothing. It was obvious to Remy that something was going on here that involved Rogue, Mystique, and his blue and fuzzy friend. Then, something seemed to click within him.
Kurt had never told them about his mother, only that she was an international terrorist. Kurt was blue with yellow eyes. Mystique was blue with yellow eyes. Rogue was Mystique's adopted daughter, along with Amalie... Rogue and Amalie were Kurt's sisters and Mystique was his mother!
With that revelation prevalent in Remy's mind, he turned his demon eyes upon Rogue, wide with amazement. But, they quickly became wide with lust when he saw the gap in her robe. All thoughts of Kurt and his relations fled his mind at the sight of her chest so exposed, and he was sure he was drooling.
Amalie looked uncertain about why she should go up, but Rogue just nodded stiffly to the X-Men and left the room, dragging her sister with her. Remy's mind was still in a daze, the sight of her glued permanently in his mind.
"Do you think, Magneto, that Rogue would permit me to enter her mind again to look at the memories?" Xavier asked, bringing Remy back to the situation.
"I doubt it, but you may always ask."
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There we go. Not much of a cliff hanger. But the ending of the next chapter will be a definite cliffy, so for all you cliffy lovers, one is coming! ^~^
All right, the Linkin Park song was "Breaking the Habit" on their Meteora CD. It's one of my favorite songs, so I just had to use it!
Oh, I have nothing against Kitty, although I don't like Jean very much. However, at the moment, Rogue doesn't like Kitty very much so she's not going to be thinking very nice things about her. But don't worry, they will get to be friends!
Allrighty then, review! See ya next chapter! ^_^ Sparky