Best Two Out of Three
Chapter 4: The Perks of Insomnia
A/N: Thank you for reviewing, everybody!!!! I feel so loved ^^* Uh.I'm updating.and yeah.
*******GWFreak315: You bet I do!!! Danke fur deine Meinung. Ich hoffe das du weiter liest. Bis bald!!! And don't worry; Rogue will speak a little German in the next chapter.
Kitty glanced over at her sleeping roommate. Rogue was asleep and she wasn't.
How was that fair? Tomorrow everyone had to go back to school after their weeklong excused absence.that is, everyone except Rogue.
Even though Hank had deemed Rogue physically healthy, the Professor was convinced that her emotional state was in disarray.
Kitty scoffed and rolled on her side. And that was the problem.
She had to go to school tomorrow, and Rogue did not. Kitty needed the sleep, but Rogue was getting it.
It almost made Kitty wish she could have an episode so she wouldn't have to face the mountain of homework waiting for her at the evil establishment they codename school.
"Kitty?" Rogue rolled on her side and opened her eyes sleepily. "Could you shut up please? I'm tired as hell."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You're tired! What about me! I have school tomorrow! You get to stay home and sleep in!"
"Don't blame me for your sleep troubles! And for your information, the Professor has to run some tests on my powers in the morning, so I'll have to get up at the same time as you!"
Both girls looked over at the clock.
3:30.
"An ungodly hour. I'm like going to sleep right now," Kitty said, trying with all her might to will herself to sleep.
Rogue closed her eyes, hoping that she could get back to sleep as well.
But of course, the opposite happened. Suddenly, she was wide-awake and listening to the rising and falling of Kitty's breath.
Damn you Kitty, Rogue thought bitterly as she climbed out of her warm bed and dove into the lingering cold in the air.
She walked over to Kitty's vanity and grabbed the girl's robe.
The past few nights Rogue had slept with her gloves on. They were her protection, her wall. Without them she felt naked, and the last few days had been hell.
Rogue felt like she had downed at least ten bottles of aspirin in the past week and she felt a headache coming on even as she trudged out the door.
She didn't bother to turn on any hallways lights; she knew her way through the mansion. Besides, the lights would hurt her eyes this early in the morning. Rogue made her way to the main staircase and descended the stairs as quietly as possible.
Screw this, Rogue thought bitterly. Who cares if someone woke up? If she couldn't sleep then no one else could either. She stomped irritably down the stairs.
She was angry with everyone her life. They were all her head all day-long, mocking her, threatening her.hurting her.Rogue paused at the bottom of the stairs to lift a hand to her aching head.
The medicine cabinet was in the kitchen; so close, and yet so far. She groaned and continued walking towards her goal.
She reached the kitchen and didn't halt her step, not even when she flicked on the lights. All that mattered was the pills.
God, I sound like a drug addict, she thought as she reached for the extra- strength aspirin in the cupboard.
"How much medicine has the fille been takin'?"
Rogue whirled around and saw the Cajun sitting with his feet propped up on the table.
"What did Ah say about stalking me Swamp Rat?" she replied. "What are ya doing up this early anyways?"
Gambit smiled. "Gambit's not tired and he don't know how to work the TV's. The kitchen be the only place Gambit know he welcome."
Rogue scoffed and turned around, still focused on the bottle she was holding with a shaky grip.
The Cajun frowned. "Gambit don't think the chere should take anymore pills," he said.
This time, his voice was serious. "Well, Rogue don't care what the Gambit thinks," she answered, mocking his accent.
Before she knew it, he was up out of his chair and beside her.
"Don't take any more pills," he said, taking the painkillers away from her.
"Give 'em back!" she shouted. She needed those pills.without them, her psyches would try to take over her mind.and they would win.
Gambit held the pills high above her head. "Non, chere. Gambit 'ill keep these with him," he said.
Rogue let him have it. She punched him repeatedly in the stomach, but all he did was grab her wrists with his free hand and pull her closer to him.
She could feel his warm breath on her face, but she kept her eyes on the ground. Gambit shoved the bottle into the inside pocket of his trench and tilted her chin so that she was forced to look at him.
"The chere is going to go back to bed, and in de morning she's going to go talk to de Professor about her problem."
"Ah don't have a problem," she replied sharply.
Gambit smiled at her. "Not much of a problem.yet. But Gambit knows what he's saying."
Rogue suddenly realized how close he was.
"Let go," she muttered half-heartedly. She hated to admit it, but any physical contact made her feel better.even if she was in the Swamp Rat's arms.
Gambit looked into her eyes for a moment, then let her go.
"Goodnight chere, and don't even think about crawling back here. Gambit's gonna be here for the rest of de night."
Any fluffy feelings that Rogue had for Gambit were now completely forgotten. "Don't tell me what to do Cajun," she said. "I'll go to bed because Ah want to go ta bed." And with that she turned on her heel and made her way back to her room.
A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while. I was busy.with stuff.yeah. Well, how did ya like the chapter? It was definitely interesting to write. You can find stories with Rogue having an addiction to painkillers, but this was only for this chapter. I hope to update by next Friday. That's it for now! R&R, bitte!
Chapter 4: The Perks of Insomnia
A/N: Thank you for reviewing, everybody!!!! I feel so loved ^^* Uh.I'm updating.and yeah.
*******GWFreak315: You bet I do!!! Danke fur deine Meinung. Ich hoffe das du weiter liest. Bis bald!!! And don't worry; Rogue will speak a little German in the next chapter.
Kitty glanced over at her sleeping roommate. Rogue was asleep and she wasn't.
How was that fair? Tomorrow everyone had to go back to school after their weeklong excused absence.that is, everyone except Rogue.
Even though Hank had deemed Rogue physically healthy, the Professor was convinced that her emotional state was in disarray.
Kitty scoffed and rolled on her side. And that was the problem.
She had to go to school tomorrow, and Rogue did not. Kitty needed the sleep, but Rogue was getting it.
It almost made Kitty wish she could have an episode so she wouldn't have to face the mountain of homework waiting for her at the evil establishment they codename school.
"Kitty?" Rogue rolled on her side and opened her eyes sleepily. "Could you shut up please? I'm tired as hell."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You're tired! What about me! I have school tomorrow! You get to stay home and sleep in!"
"Don't blame me for your sleep troubles! And for your information, the Professor has to run some tests on my powers in the morning, so I'll have to get up at the same time as you!"
Both girls looked over at the clock.
3:30.
"An ungodly hour. I'm like going to sleep right now," Kitty said, trying with all her might to will herself to sleep.
Rogue closed her eyes, hoping that she could get back to sleep as well.
But of course, the opposite happened. Suddenly, she was wide-awake and listening to the rising and falling of Kitty's breath.
Damn you Kitty, Rogue thought bitterly as she climbed out of her warm bed and dove into the lingering cold in the air.
She walked over to Kitty's vanity and grabbed the girl's robe.
The past few nights Rogue had slept with her gloves on. They were her protection, her wall. Without them she felt naked, and the last few days had been hell.
Rogue felt like she had downed at least ten bottles of aspirin in the past week and she felt a headache coming on even as she trudged out the door.
She didn't bother to turn on any hallways lights; she knew her way through the mansion. Besides, the lights would hurt her eyes this early in the morning. Rogue made her way to the main staircase and descended the stairs as quietly as possible.
Screw this, Rogue thought bitterly. Who cares if someone woke up? If she couldn't sleep then no one else could either. She stomped irritably down the stairs.
She was angry with everyone her life. They were all her head all day-long, mocking her, threatening her.hurting her.Rogue paused at the bottom of the stairs to lift a hand to her aching head.
The medicine cabinet was in the kitchen; so close, and yet so far. She groaned and continued walking towards her goal.
She reached the kitchen and didn't halt her step, not even when she flicked on the lights. All that mattered was the pills.
God, I sound like a drug addict, she thought as she reached for the extra- strength aspirin in the cupboard.
"How much medicine has the fille been takin'?"
Rogue whirled around and saw the Cajun sitting with his feet propped up on the table.
"What did Ah say about stalking me Swamp Rat?" she replied. "What are ya doing up this early anyways?"
Gambit smiled. "Gambit's not tired and he don't know how to work the TV's. The kitchen be the only place Gambit know he welcome."
Rogue scoffed and turned around, still focused on the bottle she was holding with a shaky grip.
The Cajun frowned. "Gambit don't think the chere should take anymore pills," he said.
This time, his voice was serious. "Well, Rogue don't care what the Gambit thinks," she answered, mocking his accent.
Before she knew it, he was up out of his chair and beside her.
"Don't take any more pills," he said, taking the painkillers away from her.
"Give 'em back!" she shouted. She needed those pills.without them, her psyches would try to take over her mind.and they would win.
Gambit held the pills high above her head. "Non, chere. Gambit 'ill keep these with him," he said.
Rogue let him have it. She punched him repeatedly in the stomach, but all he did was grab her wrists with his free hand and pull her closer to him.
She could feel his warm breath on her face, but she kept her eyes on the ground. Gambit shoved the bottle into the inside pocket of his trench and tilted her chin so that she was forced to look at him.
"The chere is going to go back to bed, and in de morning she's going to go talk to de Professor about her problem."
"Ah don't have a problem," she replied sharply.
Gambit smiled at her. "Not much of a problem.yet. But Gambit knows what he's saying."
Rogue suddenly realized how close he was.
"Let go," she muttered half-heartedly. She hated to admit it, but any physical contact made her feel better.even if she was in the Swamp Rat's arms.
Gambit looked into her eyes for a moment, then let her go.
"Goodnight chere, and don't even think about crawling back here. Gambit's gonna be here for the rest of de night."
Any fluffy feelings that Rogue had for Gambit were now completely forgotten. "Don't tell me what to do Cajun," she said. "I'll go to bed because Ah want to go ta bed." And with that she turned on her heel and made her way back to her room.
A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while. I was busy.with stuff.yeah. Well, how did ya like the chapter? It was definitely interesting to write. You can find stories with Rogue having an addiction to painkillers, but this was only for this chapter. I hope to update by next Friday. That's it for now! R&R, bitte!