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Rating: Over all R. This chapter...for all I guess.
Not as long this time. I haven't been able to get hold of my beta reader. I am beta less ; (. So be flexible with this chapter. I'll try my best with spelling and everything. Thanks for all my reviewers. Special shout out to Zico whose been reading for like...ages.
The professor sighed. They just...were not hearing him. He looked around the empty room, he didn't know if there was another alternative but he had been hoping that this wasn't going to be necessary.
He looked down at Rogue, she had had her disc removed to make it possible for tests to be done on her. Now he knew that he would have to try this. He took a deep breath. Rogue had always said that the people she came into skin on skin contact with...she could feel them, hear them, inside her head. Well, that in itself as hopeful, but coupled with his telepathy it might be enough to guide her back. He lifted the blanket off her arm and took her hand in his.
It was strange. Rogue could feel something. Something strange. She had been feeling something similar since she had been here but this was different. She had constantly felt as though there was a third person here. Someone trying to make contact but unable to completely communicate with her. It was someone or something she knew though. Very well. At first she had thought it was Bobby, but there was no way that he could be here. But this...this was different. Invasive.
Rogue felt as though something hard and cold had banged hard into her. Except that it was a mental invasion. Something was inside of her. She could hear Jean calling to her, in so much as you could call in this place.
Jean was afraid, worried and panicky about what was happening to Rogue. There was something different, she felt as though something alien was there...but it was part of Rogue as well so it wasn't totally alien. The only thing that she could think was that something was trying to hurt her. Just as they had hurt her by putting her here, "Rogue! Rogue! Oh God! Rogue!"
Rogue could barely hear Jean calling out to her, she could feel it. It was inside every part of her, she had felt this before. But...she suddenly realised what was going on. Someone was touching her, touching her body, and they were getting through to her. Connecting to her. She quickly stopped fighting it. The feeling of invasion intensified. It covered her, completely. She wasn't sure where she ended and this person began. They were a part of her.
As suddenly as she had realised what was going on she realised who it was. She had felt this connection before. She had been connected to this person before. She focused and her mind called out, "Professor! Professor! I'm here! Please Professor! I'm here, Jean's here! We're not dead! Help me!"
And then she heard it. She didn't think she had ever noticed anything so small before. It was like trying to focus on a drop of water when looking at an ocean. But nevertheless it was there, "Rogue. I hear you. I hear you."
Then just as quickly as it had begun it ended. Rogue cried out in her mind again, "No! No! Professor come back! Please come back!" But she knew that he couldn't. She had felt the call weakening. Touching her had been draining him. Of course it had. It always did. She prayed that he was okay. But at the same time the despair that filled her was overwhelming. She began to cry. Inside.
As though she was in her body and Jean was right next to her. She felt the older woman wrap around her. Hold her and whisper, "It's okay Rogue, I promise it'll be okay."
The Professor regained consciousness on the floor. He knew that he had only been there for a few moments.
He forced himself onto his hands and dragged himself towards his chair. Pulling himself up into it nearly exhausted him to the point of unconsciousness again. But when he was sat there he took a moment to breath. He had reached her, he knew it. She had answered. And she had said that wherever she was...Jean was there too. He looked at the beds. They were both alive.
Only a minute. He would only give himself a moment and then he would call the others. He gave himself the moment and sat there.
Bobby turned over and picked up the phone ringing next to the bed. "Hello?"
"Bobby. It's Logan. Come to the hospital wing. We need you here...it's Rogue she's..."
Before the older man could say anything else Bobby felt himself strangled by panic. He dropped the phone, grabbed a T-shirt and ran. He arrived at the double doors still only in his shorts with the shirt in his hand, Logan was by the door with his hands up as though to pacify him, "Calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't phrase that well. She's fine. It's good news."
Bobby felt his knees shake. He rubbed his face with one hand and took a breath. She was okay. She was okay. It was ...good news? He pulled the shirt over his head. "What do you mean? Good news?"
Logan pushed open the doors, "The Professor managed to reach her. But he couldn't stay connected to her for long."
"Why not?"
"Because apparently telepathy isn't enough. He had to touch her and of course he couldn't hold for long. But he says he definitely reached her."
Bobby wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry. It was definitely good that the Professor had proved what Bobby had believed all along, that she wasn't dead inside. But on the other hand, she obviously was trapped somewhere.
His eyes focussed on the Professor, "Is she okay?"
The Professor didn't move, "I can't be sure, but I think so. She didn't sound as though she was in pain. Just frantically glad to hear from me."
Bobby smirked, "I can imagine."
"She also said, that wherever she is, she's with Jean."
Bobby felt himself breath. Felt his heart beat. She wasn't alone. She wasn't stuck in some terrible place all alone. He allowed himself his first genuine smile in days. "So now what?"
The professor grit his teeth. "I try again to reach her. Try to lead her to back."
Bobby nodded, "Sounds good, so what are we waiting for?"
"I think your help may be required."
Bobby frowned, "What can I do?"
"When I managed to reach Rogue it was as though I was speaking through layers and layers of ...something. I don't know exactly what it was. But the point is, I want to try and get you to reach her. You will use me as a kind of connector, but you need to be the one to call out to her."
Bobby sank down into a chair. "I don't understand. I'm not telepathic, how can I communicate with her?"
The professor stared hard at him, "You can. I will connect to you both and you will speak to her through me. Bobby, if there is one person in this world that can help her, can reach her, no matter where she is, if there is one person's voice she will hear, it is yours."
Bobby nodded, "You don't have to ask do you?"
He was impatient to try. He felt like the professor had been over this a million times. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it was important and that he had to be clear, but he just wanted to get to her, to help her.
Rogue had been talking to Jean more about things. She was pretty sure that the woman was up to date on every single thing that had been happening at the school since she had not been there. Maybe she'd left out a few hours in the fourth week. She's been having that feeling again. As though there was someone else there but she had been trying to ignore it. Jean couldn't feel it she said so. Rogue thought that maybe she was imagining it. Now that she had spoken to the Professor, she knew that it wasn't him. Whatever it was, it was someone else here. She supposed it could be anyone. There must be other people in the world who were in comas. But then, that didn't explain why she could feel them and Jean couldn't.
She pushed it out of her mind. She was trying to listen, such as listening was in this place, for the Professor again. She knew that he would try to reach her again. He would not leave her and Jean here.
Okay so it's pretty short, but I promise the next one will be longer. Oh and I'm taking bets on who the other person is who's there ; )
Rating: Over all R. This chapter...for all I guess.
Not as long this time. I haven't been able to get hold of my beta reader. I am beta less ; (. So be flexible with this chapter. I'll try my best with spelling and everything. Thanks for all my reviewers. Special shout out to Zico whose been reading for like...ages.
The professor sighed. They just...were not hearing him. He looked around the empty room, he didn't know if there was another alternative but he had been hoping that this wasn't going to be necessary.
He looked down at Rogue, she had had her disc removed to make it possible for tests to be done on her. Now he knew that he would have to try this. He took a deep breath. Rogue had always said that the people she came into skin on skin contact with...she could feel them, hear them, inside her head. Well, that in itself as hopeful, but coupled with his telepathy it might be enough to guide her back. He lifted the blanket off her arm and took her hand in his.
It was strange. Rogue could feel something. Something strange. She had been feeling something similar since she had been here but this was different. She had constantly felt as though there was a third person here. Someone trying to make contact but unable to completely communicate with her. It was someone or something she knew though. Very well. At first she had thought it was Bobby, but there was no way that he could be here. But this...this was different. Invasive.
Rogue felt as though something hard and cold had banged hard into her. Except that it was a mental invasion. Something was inside of her. She could hear Jean calling to her, in so much as you could call in this place.
Jean was afraid, worried and panicky about what was happening to Rogue. There was something different, she felt as though something alien was there...but it was part of Rogue as well so it wasn't totally alien. The only thing that she could think was that something was trying to hurt her. Just as they had hurt her by putting her here, "Rogue! Rogue! Oh God! Rogue!"
Rogue could barely hear Jean calling out to her, she could feel it. It was inside every part of her, she had felt this before. But...she suddenly realised what was going on. Someone was touching her, touching her body, and they were getting through to her. Connecting to her. She quickly stopped fighting it. The feeling of invasion intensified. It covered her, completely. She wasn't sure where she ended and this person began. They were a part of her.
As suddenly as she had realised what was going on she realised who it was. She had felt this connection before. She had been connected to this person before. She focused and her mind called out, "Professor! Professor! I'm here! Please Professor! I'm here, Jean's here! We're not dead! Help me!"
And then she heard it. She didn't think she had ever noticed anything so small before. It was like trying to focus on a drop of water when looking at an ocean. But nevertheless it was there, "Rogue. I hear you. I hear you."
Then just as quickly as it had begun it ended. Rogue cried out in her mind again, "No! No! Professor come back! Please come back!" But she knew that he couldn't. She had felt the call weakening. Touching her had been draining him. Of course it had. It always did. She prayed that he was okay. But at the same time the despair that filled her was overwhelming. She began to cry. Inside.
As though she was in her body and Jean was right next to her. She felt the older woman wrap around her. Hold her and whisper, "It's okay Rogue, I promise it'll be okay."
The Professor regained consciousness on the floor. He knew that he had only been there for a few moments.
He forced himself onto his hands and dragged himself towards his chair. Pulling himself up into it nearly exhausted him to the point of unconsciousness again. But when he was sat there he took a moment to breath. He had reached her, he knew it. She had answered. And she had said that wherever she was...Jean was there too. He looked at the beds. They were both alive.
Only a minute. He would only give himself a moment and then he would call the others. He gave himself the moment and sat there.
Bobby turned over and picked up the phone ringing next to the bed. "Hello?"
"Bobby. It's Logan. Come to the hospital wing. We need you here...it's Rogue she's..."
Before the older man could say anything else Bobby felt himself strangled by panic. He dropped the phone, grabbed a T-shirt and ran. He arrived at the double doors still only in his shorts with the shirt in his hand, Logan was by the door with his hands up as though to pacify him, "Calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't phrase that well. She's fine. It's good news."
Bobby felt his knees shake. He rubbed his face with one hand and took a breath. She was okay. She was okay. It was ...good news? He pulled the shirt over his head. "What do you mean? Good news?"
Logan pushed open the doors, "The Professor managed to reach her. But he couldn't stay connected to her for long."
"Why not?"
"Because apparently telepathy isn't enough. He had to touch her and of course he couldn't hold for long. But he says he definitely reached her."
Bobby wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh or cry. It was definitely good that the Professor had proved what Bobby had believed all along, that she wasn't dead inside. But on the other hand, she obviously was trapped somewhere.
His eyes focussed on the Professor, "Is she okay?"
The Professor didn't move, "I can't be sure, but I think so. She didn't sound as though she was in pain. Just frantically glad to hear from me."
Bobby smirked, "I can imagine."
"She also said, that wherever she is, she's with Jean."
Bobby felt himself breath. Felt his heart beat. She wasn't alone. She wasn't stuck in some terrible place all alone. He allowed himself his first genuine smile in days. "So now what?"
The professor grit his teeth. "I try again to reach her. Try to lead her to back."
Bobby nodded, "Sounds good, so what are we waiting for?"
"I think your help may be required."
Bobby frowned, "What can I do?"
"When I managed to reach Rogue it was as though I was speaking through layers and layers of ...something. I don't know exactly what it was. But the point is, I want to try and get you to reach her. You will use me as a kind of connector, but you need to be the one to call out to her."
Bobby sank down into a chair. "I don't understand. I'm not telepathic, how can I communicate with her?"
The professor stared hard at him, "You can. I will connect to you both and you will speak to her through me. Bobby, if there is one person in this world that can help her, can reach her, no matter where she is, if there is one person's voice she will hear, it is yours."
Bobby nodded, "You don't have to ask do you?"
He was impatient to try. He felt like the professor had been over this a million times. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it was important and that he had to be clear, but he just wanted to get to her, to help her.
Rogue had been talking to Jean more about things. She was pretty sure that the woman was up to date on every single thing that had been happening at the school since she had not been there. Maybe she'd left out a few hours in the fourth week. She's been having that feeling again. As though there was someone else there but she had been trying to ignore it. Jean couldn't feel it she said so. Rogue thought that maybe she was imagining it. Now that she had spoken to the Professor, she knew that it wasn't him. Whatever it was, it was someone else here. She supposed it could be anyone. There must be other people in the world who were in comas. But then, that didn't explain why she could feel them and Jean couldn't.
She pushed it out of her mind. She was trying to listen, such as listening was in this place, for the Professor again. She knew that he would try to reach her again. He would not leave her and Jean here.
Okay so it's pretty short, but I promise the next one will be longer. Oh and I'm taking bets on who the other person is who's there ; )