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myself to sleep every night).
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, this is the link to the site were you can vote for Bobby and Rogue, in a poll, go, do it. One of my readers sent it to me and I promised that I would put it in with the next chapter I uploaded.
Thank to all my reviewers, to those of you who didn't . . . well you are all evil. Enjoy and review. Let me know what you think.
Quick note to ecofanat1c@aol.com, I can't seem to e-mail you the chapters, my hotmail account keeps saying it can't. Do you have another address? Or am I spelling it wrong? Anyway I'll try it again if you want.
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Rogue sat in her final class of the day, Math with Ororo, her mind wandering. Everything was quiet on the X-men front and life had returned to a pleasant monotony. The files had been carefully hidden and Magneto was not making his presence known for the moment. Perhaps recovering from his . . .shock, thought Rogue smiling.
She had been coming along quickly with her new powers. It had taken surprisingly little practice for her to get a grip on them, they had been way easier to master than her own power. Rogue wondered if that's because they had been fully developed when she'd . . .acquired them. Rogue swallowed, it still stung her, but it was getting better.
She had been planning where she and Bobby might be able to go for their holiday. The Professor had said that they could go for spring break, as long as nothing big cropped up.
She smiled again as she thought about how her and Bobby's role in the X-men had changed and not changed at the same time. It was strange, when she saw Ororo in the hallway or if they met for a chat over the weekend she would call her Ororo, but when she was in class, she was Miss Munroe. It was the same with Scott.
She knew that as far as the other X-men were concerned they were both, 'one of the team', but as teachers they couldn't show favouritism. But she and Ororo especially, had become close friends over the last few weeks. They tried to meet recreationally at least once a week. Rogue would never have dreamed of asking first. Ororo had initiated it. At first, Rogue had thought that it might be strange, but she found that she was glad of the friendship. They had a lot in common. The whole, 'mutant thing' and a love of expensive shoes.
She stifled a yawn. It wouldn't be so bad if the damned classroom weren't so hot. She flushed as she thought back to second period, when she had been fanning herself with her hand and she had suddenly felt a cool breeze down her neck and back. She had turned around to see Bobby with a grin on his face. She wouldn't mind him doing that and possibly . . . other stuff as well.
* * *
Bobby tapped his pen on top of his chemistry book. God, it was dull. It was very, very dull. And he was thirsty. Last lessons were always dull, because he was always thinking about what else he'd be doing soon. Usually this involved Rogue or something from the kitchen. Sometimes it involved both.
He was thinking about where he'd drag her off too if they did get to go away on holiday. Somewhere by a lake would be good. She couldn't wear her disc under water but it'd still be good to go swimming together. They deserved a break. They'd been working hard and too much work was not good. He smiled. Play was good.
Bobby kept tapping his pen on the book, and he looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes. Ugh! He needed to get out of here. He rested his head on his other hand, his mind drifting to Rogue. Thank God that things had been quiet. She was dealing with enough as it was. The last thing she needed was anything else to go wrong. He'd been worried about her for a while, but she'd been coping better. And her with the new powers . . .wow. She'd got used to them so quickly, and they were useful, very useful. Like last night when . . . "Mr. Drake!"
Bobby frowned unconsciously thinking, 'that's my name. Why's he saying my name?' "Yes sir?"
"Would you kindly stop tapping your pen and pay attention."
"Sorry."
* * *
Rogue turned the corner on her way back to the bedroom to drop off her bag just as Bobby came round the corner at the other end. Her eyes met his and she smiled, he retuned it and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
She grinned wider and nodded. She walked calmly down the hall and opened the door with her key. She held the door open as Bobby walked through behind her slowly in a relaxed posture.
She shut the door behind them.
* * *
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Where the hell did I put it?" Rogue was wearing only her bra and panties searching for the skirt that had gone flying with the rest of the laundry pile when they had come through the door.
Bobby was on his knees looking under the bed, "If I knew that I'd tell you where to find it."
She laughed sarcastically, "Oh, so very helpful."
He lifted his head and smiled at her, "You know I aim to please."
She bent down and kissed him, "You usually manage."
"Only usually?"
She grinned and bit her lip leaning down to kiss him again, "Yeah . . .no! NO! I have got to get dressed and get going, I promised Kitty and Ju."
Bobby held up his hands in mock innocence and surrender, "Hey, you were the one kissing me."
"Yeah cause they were both my tongue."
Bobby climbed to his feet and slid his hands around her waist, "Ooh, I love it when you corrupt me."
She smiled grudgingly, "Well, you need corrupting now and again."
"God, yes."
She smiled more fully and slipped her arms back up and round his neck. He rubbed his cool hands over her hot body, "Umm, cold."
"Nice?"
"Very. Benefit of having an icy boyfriend."
He slid his hands over her shoulders, neck and back as she moaned. He reached for the back of her bra and he thought for a minute she was going to help him with it. But then she stiffened and gently but firmly pushed him away, "Not a chance, I promised them. I haven't been a very good friend as of late." She laughed, "And you say it's me corrupting you?"
"I stand by my statement."
She wrinkled up her nose, "Hardly, now please help me find my skirt."
He sighed, "You're really going?"
"Yes, and anyway, you have practice."
"I was going to skip . . ."
"Don't you dare. Remember, the whole, 'healthy relationship' thing."
"I don't wanna be apart."
He pouted and she almost gave way, "Neither do I. Maybe I could say I had a headache or . . .no. I have to go. Unless you wanna take me to see a movie about a teenage girl giving her friend a make over and finding her dream guy?"
He pretended to think about it for a minute seriously, "Well . . .maybe . . .umm no, Never, not a chance; when that happens Satan will be able to ice skate to work."
"Then I need my skirt."
He pulled out it from under the pillow, looking guilty, "I was hoping to persuade you to stay."
She would have nagged but she was late. She settled for a glare, grabbed her wraparound skirt, and wriggled into it. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah."
She pulled the door open and almost ran down the hall calling back to him, "Shouldn't be too late. I love you!"
He smiled and said quietly, "Love you too."
* * *
Rogue laughed as the three girls sat drinking milkshakes. She was having a surprisingly good evening. Okay, it wasn't as good as the ones with Bobby, but then none ever were.
But overall, she had been having a good time. She'd missed her friends, she'd had so little time recently. She could tell that they blamed Bobby for it but it really wasn't his fault.
If it was like now, with just Bobby, it would have been okay, but it wasn't actually like that. There'd been her testing at first, then she'd been learning to use her powers, then there'd been the mission. For a while after that, she couldn't bear to be away from Bobby for more than a few minutes at a time. But even after she'd gotten over that she'd still had the new powers to master and even though they hadn't been too hard, they still hadn't been easy.
The school knew about her new powers. She had told a couple of her friends and said that it wasn't a secret. She'd just made it sound like her powers had developed on their own to that stage. She certainly wasn't going to tell them the rest, even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't because then the whole school would know about the mission. That wasn't possible.
But now . . .well, she was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, she could have it all. She could have Bobby, the man she loved, she could have friends, Ju, Kitty, Ororo, especially Logan, everyone else, and she could have a good life after school no matter what she chose to do. She didn't want to let herself think about this too much, if she did and it all went wrong . . .well, she'd deal.
"Rogue? We lose you there?"
She smiled, "No. No, you didn't lose me."
They both caught the meaning in her voice and smiled, Kitty took her hand and squeezed it, "Good."
* * *
Bobby passed the ball to Colossus, and ran the length of the court to have it passed back to him. He sent it straight through the net. He was having a good time. He missed Rogue . . .a lot. But she was right. It would be bad for them to become completely dependant on each other, to forget their friends.
He wanted to be with her all the time and he knew that she felt the same, but it was important not to shut other people out totally. And anyway, if they did separate things they could get back together afterwards. He grinned at the thought.
* * *
Bobby pushed open his bedroom door with a towel hung around his neck, he'd been in desperate need of a shower, and he looked around the room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the devastation. Clothes everywhere, all the things that had been on top of the chest of drawers were now on the floor.
Bobby slipped on a pair of boxers and started straightening up. It was funny, he thought, how quickly they'd just fitted into each other's lives. She had the three bottom drawers, he had the top two, and she had the left side of the wardrobe, him the right. The bottle of water was always left on his side, so he could cool it for her if she asked, and the phone and remote for the small portable TV were on her side.
Bobby put a load of her clean clothes on hangers and her underwear in the drawers. She needed more drawers, he thought, but then he wasn't going to argue, he was very fond of her underwear. Her skin was beautiful when she wore the black lace.
Checking to make sure that no socks had gone astray, he moved onto replacing things back on top of the chest of drawers. He was sure that there had been one more book on that pile, a big one. He saw it just behind the door. Picking it up he looked at the spine, but didn't actually read it. His eyes were drawn to the letters on the floor. They had forgotten about the mail. He grabbed the three letters.
One of them was a letter from a book club that Rogue was a member of. The second was also for her; it was from a pen pal she had been writing to for years. The last one was addressed to him. He turned it over and saw that it had been posted in Boston; his heart gave an uncomfortable jolt. His family. He slid a finger under the envelopes flap and opened it.
* * *
Rogue pushed open the door. She was still munching the last of her popcorn. She always got a huge tub and then had trouble finishing it. Bobby liked it though and he would be back by now.
She pushed open the door and closed it with a wave of her hand, smiling at how easy it was getting. Her smile faded when she saw Bobby sat on the edge of the bed with his head resting on his hand, the other gripping a letter, "Bobby? What's wrong?"
He looked up at her as though surprised to find her there, "Hey . . .oh . . .nothing. Nothing's wrong."
She tipped her head to one side, "Bobby."
He sighed and looked down, "I got a letter from my parents. They're . . .they're just well . . ."
She sat down next to him and took his hand, "Talk to me."
He gripped her hand tighter and handed her the letter. She hesitated; she didn't' want to pry. He seemed to read her thoughts, "I want you to read it."
She took the letter.
* * *
Bobby,
By this time, we know you'll probably be back at that school. We were going to call you and talk about this but it would have been difficult. We wanted you to know that we love you, all of us. Ronnie is just hurting; he'll be okay eventually.
But the problem is that you won't be. As far as we know, there isn't any cure for this, and as much as we love you, your time here only proved that your way of life; you, aren't compatible with us. You and your friends nearly killed six police officers. I don't know how that's viewed among your kind, but to us it's not acceptable.
We think that maybe you'd be better off among those who are like you. We wish that there were some way around it but the fact remains that you aren't really human and after we saw what you did, we don't think that there's a place for you here. So, as much as it pains us, probably more than it does you, please don't come here again.
Please know that we do love you, we just can't accept you into our lives as you have proved that you're dangerous. We have packed up all of your things and we would be pleased if you'd send us instructions as to what to do with them. We would of course send them on to you at our own expense.
We're sorry to have to do this, but we just feel, all of us, that this is the best course of action open to all of us.
Mom and Dad
* * *
Rogue felt her heart ache for him. She could feel the pain coming off him in waves and she wanted more than anything to take it away.
She saw that he was shaking. It would probably have been better for him if they'd just sent him a letter saying that they hated him, but the way they'd written . . .as though it was for the best . . . it was so horrible.
She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. She held him tight to her and waved a hand. The quilt and sheet moved back and she manoeuvred him so that they sat together on the bed. She moved her hand again and the blankets moved up over them.
She held him tight to her as he shook.
* * *
Professor Xavier sat in his office writing out a letter to the President. He felt that it was time to re-open the channels of communication, especially after what had happened with the government officials. Eight of them had ended up dead.
The Professor rubbed the skin between his eyes. This was not going to be easy. Almost as soon as he completed the thought, he heard someone cry out. They screamed out for help as he gripped the arms of his chair.
But they weren't screaming aloud, they were screaming in his head, he gripped his temples. It wasn't painful, no . . .that was the wrong word. It was just . . .his eyes snapped open, he listened to the voice, it wasn't possible . . . he whispered aloud, "Jean?"
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where.
, this is the link to the site were you can vote for Bobby and Rogue, in a poll, go, do it. One of my readers sent it to me and I promised that I would put it in with the next chapter I uploaded.
Thank to all my reviewers, to those of you who didn't . . . well you are all evil. Enjoy and review. Let me know what you think.
Quick note to ecofanat1c@aol.com, I can't seem to e-mail you the chapters, my hotmail account keeps saying it can't. Do you have another address? Or am I spelling it wrong? Anyway I'll try it again if you want.
* * *
Rogue sat in her final class of the day, Math with Ororo, her mind wandering. Everything was quiet on the X-men front and life had returned to a pleasant monotony. The files had been carefully hidden and Magneto was not making his presence known for the moment. Perhaps recovering from his . . .shock, thought Rogue smiling.
She had been coming along quickly with her new powers. It had taken surprisingly little practice for her to get a grip on them, they had been way easier to master than her own power. Rogue wondered if that's because they had been fully developed when she'd . . .acquired them. Rogue swallowed, it still stung her, but it was getting better.
She had been planning where she and Bobby might be able to go for their holiday. The Professor had said that they could go for spring break, as long as nothing big cropped up.
She smiled again as she thought about how her and Bobby's role in the X-men had changed and not changed at the same time. It was strange, when she saw Ororo in the hallway or if they met for a chat over the weekend she would call her Ororo, but when she was in class, she was Miss Munroe. It was the same with Scott.
She knew that as far as the other X-men were concerned they were both, 'one of the team', but as teachers they couldn't show favouritism. But she and Ororo especially, had become close friends over the last few weeks. They tried to meet recreationally at least once a week. Rogue would never have dreamed of asking first. Ororo had initiated it. At first, Rogue had thought that it might be strange, but she found that she was glad of the friendship. They had a lot in common. The whole, 'mutant thing' and a love of expensive shoes.
She stifled a yawn. It wouldn't be so bad if the damned classroom weren't so hot. She flushed as she thought back to second period, when she had been fanning herself with her hand and she had suddenly felt a cool breeze down her neck and back. She had turned around to see Bobby with a grin on his face. She wouldn't mind him doing that and possibly . . . other stuff as well.
* * *
Bobby tapped his pen on top of his chemistry book. God, it was dull. It was very, very dull. And he was thirsty. Last lessons were always dull, because he was always thinking about what else he'd be doing soon. Usually this involved Rogue or something from the kitchen. Sometimes it involved both.
He was thinking about where he'd drag her off too if they did get to go away on holiday. Somewhere by a lake would be good. She couldn't wear her disc under water but it'd still be good to go swimming together. They deserved a break. They'd been working hard and too much work was not good. He smiled. Play was good.
Bobby kept tapping his pen on the book, and he looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes. Ugh! He needed to get out of here. He rested his head on his other hand, his mind drifting to Rogue. Thank God that things had been quiet. She was dealing with enough as it was. The last thing she needed was anything else to go wrong. He'd been worried about her for a while, but she'd been coping better. And her with the new powers . . .wow. She'd got used to them so quickly, and they were useful, very useful. Like last night when . . . "Mr. Drake!"
Bobby frowned unconsciously thinking, 'that's my name. Why's he saying my name?' "Yes sir?"
"Would you kindly stop tapping your pen and pay attention."
"Sorry."
* * *
Rogue turned the corner on her way back to the bedroom to drop off her bag just as Bobby came round the corner at the other end. Her eyes met his and she smiled, he retuned it and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
She grinned wider and nodded. She walked calmly down the hall and opened the door with her key. She held the door open as Bobby walked through behind her slowly in a relaxed posture.
She shut the door behind them.
* * *
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Where the hell did I put it?" Rogue was wearing only her bra and panties searching for the skirt that had gone flying with the rest of the laundry pile when they had come through the door.
Bobby was on his knees looking under the bed, "If I knew that I'd tell you where to find it."
She laughed sarcastically, "Oh, so very helpful."
He lifted his head and smiled at her, "You know I aim to please."
She bent down and kissed him, "You usually manage."
"Only usually?"
She grinned and bit her lip leaning down to kiss him again, "Yeah . . .no! NO! I have got to get dressed and get going, I promised Kitty and Ju."
Bobby held up his hands in mock innocence and surrender, "Hey, you were the one kissing me."
"Yeah cause they were both my tongue."
Bobby climbed to his feet and slid his hands around her waist, "Ooh, I love it when you corrupt me."
She smiled grudgingly, "Well, you need corrupting now and again."
"God, yes."
She smiled more fully and slipped her arms back up and round his neck. He rubbed his cool hands over her hot body, "Umm, cold."
"Nice?"
"Very. Benefit of having an icy boyfriend."
He slid his hands over her shoulders, neck and back as she moaned. He reached for the back of her bra and he thought for a minute she was going to help him with it. But then she stiffened and gently but firmly pushed him away, "Not a chance, I promised them. I haven't been a very good friend as of late." She laughed, "And you say it's me corrupting you?"
"I stand by my statement."
She wrinkled up her nose, "Hardly, now please help me find my skirt."
He sighed, "You're really going?"
"Yes, and anyway, you have practice."
"I was going to skip . . ."
"Don't you dare. Remember, the whole, 'healthy relationship' thing."
"I don't wanna be apart."
He pouted and she almost gave way, "Neither do I. Maybe I could say I had a headache or . . .no. I have to go. Unless you wanna take me to see a movie about a teenage girl giving her friend a make over and finding her dream guy?"
He pretended to think about it for a minute seriously, "Well . . .maybe . . .umm no, Never, not a chance; when that happens Satan will be able to ice skate to work."
"Then I need my skirt."
He pulled out it from under the pillow, looking guilty, "I was hoping to persuade you to stay."
She would have nagged but she was late. She settled for a glare, grabbed her wraparound skirt, and wriggled into it. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah."
She pulled the door open and almost ran down the hall calling back to him, "Shouldn't be too late. I love you!"
He smiled and said quietly, "Love you too."
* * *
Rogue laughed as the three girls sat drinking milkshakes. She was having a surprisingly good evening. Okay, it wasn't as good as the ones with Bobby, but then none ever were.
But overall, she had been having a good time. She'd missed her friends, she'd had so little time recently. She could tell that they blamed Bobby for it but it really wasn't his fault.
If it was like now, with just Bobby, it would have been okay, but it wasn't actually like that. There'd been her testing at first, then she'd been learning to use her powers, then there'd been the mission. For a while after that, she couldn't bear to be away from Bobby for more than a few minutes at a time. But even after she'd gotten over that she'd still had the new powers to master and even though they hadn't been too hard, they still hadn't been easy.
The school knew about her new powers. She had told a couple of her friends and said that it wasn't a secret. She'd just made it sound like her powers had developed on their own to that stage. She certainly wasn't going to tell them the rest, even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't because then the whole school would know about the mission. That wasn't possible.
But now . . .well, she was starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, she could have it all. She could have Bobby, the man she loved, she could have friends, Ju, Kitty, Ororo, especially Logan, everyone else, and she could have a good life after school no matter what she chose to do. She didn't want to let herself think about this too much, if she did and it all went wrong . . .well, she'd deal.
"Rogue? We lose you there?"
She smiled, "No. No, you didn't lose me."
They both caught the meaning in her voice and smiled, Kitty took her hand and squeezed it, "Good."
* * *
Bobby passed the ball to Colossus, and ran the length of the court to have it passed back to him. He sent it straight through the net. He was having a good time. He missed Rogue . . .a lot. But she was right. It would be bad for them to become completely dependant on each other, to forget their friends.
He wanted to be with her all the time and he knew that she felt the same, but it was important not to shut other people out totally. And anyway, if they did separate things they could get back together afterwards. He grinned at the thought.
* * *
Bobby pushed open his bedroom door with a towel hung around his neck, he'd been in desperate need of a shower, and he looked around the room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the devastation. Clothes everywhere, all the things that had been on top of the chest of drawers were now on the floor.
Bobby slipped on a pair of boxers and started straightening up. It was funny, he thought, how quickly they'd just fitted into each other's lives. She had the three bottom drawers, he had the top two, and she had the left side of the wardrobe, him the right. The bottle of water was always left on his side, so he could cool it for her if she asked, and the phone and remote for the small portable TV were on her side.
Bobby put a load of her clean clothes on hangers and her underwear in the drawers. She needed more drawers, he thought, but then he wasn't going to argue, he was very fond of her underwear. Her skin was beautiful when she wore the black lace.
Checking to make sure that no socks had gone astray, he moved onto replacing things back on top of the chest of drawers. He was sure that there had been one more book on that pile, a big one. He saw it just behind the door. Picking it up he looked at the spine, but didn't actually read it. His eyes were drawn to the letters on the floor. They had forgotten about the mail. He grabbed the three letters.
One of them was a letter from a book club that Rogue was a member of. The second was also for her; it was from a pen pal she had been writing to for years. The last one was addressed to him. He turned it over and saw that it had been posted in Boston; his heart gave an uncomfortable jolt. His family. He slid a finger under the envelopes flap and opened it.
* * *
Rogue pushed open the door. She was still munching the last of her popcorn. She always got a huge tub and then had trouble finishing it. Bobby liked it though and he would be back by now.
She pushed open the door and closed it with a wave of her hand, smiling at how easy it was getting. Her smile faded when she saw Bobby sat on the edge of the bed with his head resting on his hand, the other gripping a letter, "Bobby? What's wrong?"
He looked up at her as though surprised to find her there, "Hey . . .oh . . .nothing. Nothing's wrong."
She tipped her head to one side, "Bobby."
He sighed and looked down, "I got a letter from my parents. They're . . .they're just well . . ."
She sat down next to him and took his hand, "Talk to me."
He gripped her hand tighter and handed her the letter. She hesitated; she didn't' want to pry. He seemed to read her thoughts, "I want you to read it."
She took the letter.
* * *
Bobby,
By this time, we know you'll probably be back at that school. We were going to call you and talk about this but it would have been difficult. We wanted you to know that we love you, all of us. Ronnie is just hurting; he'll be okay eventually.
But the problem is that you won't be. As far as we know, there isn't any cure for this, and as much as we love you, your time here only proved that your way of life; you, aren't compatible with us. You and your friends nearly killed six police officers. I don't know how that's viewed among your kind, but to us it's not acceptable.
We think that maybe you'd be better off among those who are like you. We wish that there were some way around it but the fact remains that you aren't really human and after we saw what you did, we don't think that there's a place for you here. So, as much as it pains us, probably more than it does you, please don't come here again.
Please know that we do love you, we just can't accept you into our lives as you have proved that you're dangerous. We have packed up all of your things and we would be pleased if you'd send us instructions as to what to do with them. We would of course send them on to you at our own expense.
We're sorry to have to do this, but we just feel, all of us, that this is the best course of action open to all of us.
Mom and Dad
* * *
Rogue felt her heart ache for him. She could feel the pain coming off him in waves and she wanted more than anything to take it away.
She saw that he was shaking. It would probably have been better for him if they'd just sent him a letter saying that they hated him, but the way they'd written . . .as though it was for the best . . . it was so horrible.
She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. She held him tight to her and waved a hand. The quilt and sheet moved back and she manoeuvred him so that they sat together on the bed. She moved her hand again and the blankets moved up over them.
She held him tight to her as he shook.
* * *
Professor Xavier sat in his office writing out a letter to the President. He felt that it was time to re-open the channels of communication, especially after what had happened with the government officials. Eight of them had ended up dead.
The Professor rubbed the skin between his eyes. This was not going to be easy. Almost as soon as he completed the thought, he heard someone cry out. They screamed out for help as he gripped the arms of his chair.
But they weren't screaming aloud, they were screaming in his head, he gripped his temples. It wasn't painful, no . . .that was the wrong word. It was just . . .his eyes snapped open, he listened to the voice, it wasn't possible . . . he whispered aloud, "Jean?"