Chapter Six: Pack Your Bags
Author's notes: * indicates Rogue's psyches * indicates telepathy
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Rogue felt humiliated at her outburst, and even more embarrassed with the fact that she had let Kurt know she wanted to find her family. What if he told the professor?
"Calm down," she told herself. "Just cuz Kurt knows doesn't mean he knows y'r goin' back home. It don't mean he'll tell either. Fuzzy's a good friend. You'll be fine."
She shook her head. "Man, ah really am goin' crazy. Talkin' t' mahself.?"
Her bag was filled with all the requirements one would need to run away. Money, clothing, make-up (Rogue couldn't possibly live without it), and food were nestled next to the not so important supplies like her favored CD player, a few CDs to go along with it (Garbage, Sublime, and Dizturbed of course), a good vampire novel (Shattered Mirror), etc.
She donned black head-to-toe, not too suspicious for a goth girl. She watched the time tick by. When the clock struck eight she would begin her trip back home.
* Idiot! How could you let him onto your plan? Now you'll never get back to Caldecott! *
Rogue massaged her forehead, wishing the voices would just go away. Of all the psyches she'd absorbed in the past, Mystique's was the absolute worst. She was rarely supportive, mostly sarcastic, and her memories gave Rogue nightmares for weeks.
* Rogue, you know you shouldn't be running away anyway *
Jean's psyche just made her angry. Her thoughts were always so noble, her memories like a fucking Disney movie.
* She's not running away, Grey, she's just leaving without telling anyone. You plan to come back, right Rogue? Not like I would blame you if you decided to leave forever. I have to live in your head with the people who stay here and that's torture enough. *
*Shut up! Cain't y'all give a gal some room t' think? *
Satisfied with the silence that followed, Rogue zipped up her duffel. Who cares if Kurt knows? He won't tell, he can't tell.
"Won't tell what?" a voice asked.
Rogue's mental shields snapped up as she turned to face the speaker. "Haven't you ever heard o' knockin'?" she snarled.
Jean's expression drooped. "Oh, I'm sorry, Rogue, I didn't mean to disturb you. The door was open and I assumed."
"Assumed that you could just invade mah privacy? Jesus, ah guess you telepaths have an exception t' everythin'."
"That's not fair, Rogue. I never said I had an exception. And it's not like I can just control the way people's thoughts just pop into my head all the time."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah had y'r power. You had more control than most of put t'gether. You just think y'r so special cuz y'all got everythin' handed down t' you on a silver platter!"
Jean opened her mouth as if to respond, then closed it and worked her jaw. You can't shut me out.
Maybe ah can shut ya up, though.
"Why do you hate me?"
"Do you even have to ask?" She sighed and grabbed her duffel bag. "Look, ah gotta leave. Ah'm spendin' th' night over at Risty's. Ah don't have time for your bullshit, okay?"
"You think I'm stupid?!" Jean countered. "You're not going to Risty's! Think how much damage that could happen if she found out you were a mutant! I saw it in your mind. You're sneaking out!"
"So? What are you gonna do? Tell the Prof? Fine, ah don't really care! Ah'm done carin'! Ah have a train t' catch!"
Rogue was planning on slipping away unnoticed, but it really didn't matter now. She breezed past Storm and a few of her teammates on her way down.
Jean groaned. "Jeesh."
"What was that about?" Storm asked.
She didn't want to be the rat Rogue was accusing her of being. What would it hurt? Rogue was a big girl. She could handle herself.
"I think she was just going out to the record store with Risty. She'll be back,"
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Subj: Favor???
Date: 9-16-02 4:23 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Southern_shadow8@hotmail.com
To: GothPunkRockGrrl65@msn.com
Hey, Risty. I have a BIG favor to ask you. I'm planning to go out of town this weekend to Caldecott, and I told Miss Teen Queen Jean I was going to your house. I dunno if she's gonna tell the Prof if I'm there or leaving, but if someone calls, do you think you can cover for me? I'll owe you big on this one! Oh yeah, don't bother replying, cuz by the time you get this, I'll be outta here.
Thanks again,
*~*Rogue*~*
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Mystique closed the e-mail with a wicked grin.
"Sorry, Rogue, but I'll be out of town as well, and more near than you think. Much more near. It's about time you learn about you past, who your family really is and why your power is so sought-after."
Her gold orbs flashed. "Irene might not be home, but I certainly will. And that's who you're really after for answers, isn't it?"
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Mwahaha! Sorry it took so long to update! Much love! Please review!
Author's notes: * indicates Rogue's psyches * indicates telepathy
* ~ *
Rogue felt humiliated at her outburst, and even more embarrassed with the fact that she had let Kurt know she wanted to find her family. What if he told the professor?
"Calm down," she told herself. "Just cuz Kurt knows doesn't mean he knows y'r goin' back home. It don't mean he'll tell either. Fuzzy's a good friend. You'll be fine."
She shook her head. "Man, ah really am goin' crazy. Talkin' t' mahself.?"
Her bag was filled with all the requirements one would need to run away. Money, clothing, make-up (Rogue couldn't possibly live without it), and food were nestled next to the not so important supplies like her favored CD player, a few CDs to go along with it (Garbage, Sublime, and Dizturbed of course), a good vampire novel (Shattered Mirror), etc.
She donned black head-to-toe, not too suspicious for a goth girl. She watched the time tick by. When the clock struck eight she would begin her trip back home.
* Idiot! How could you let him onto your plan? Now you'll never get back to Caldecott! *
Rogue massaged her forehead, wishing the voices would just go away. Of all the psyches she'd absorbed in the past, Mystique's was the absolute worst. She was rarely supportive, mostly sarcastic, and her memories gave Rogue nightmares for weeks.
* Rogue, you know you shouldn't be running away anyway *
Jean's psyche just made her angry. Her thoughts were always so noble, her memories like a fucking Disney movie.
* She's not running away, Grey, she's just leaving without telling anyone. You plan to come back, right Rogue? Not like I would blame you if you decided to leave forever. I have to live in your head with the people who stay here and that's torture enough. *
*Shut up! Cain't y'all give a gal some room t' think? *
Satisfied with the silence that followed, Rogue zipped up her duffel. Who cares if Kurt knows? He won't tell, he can't tell.
"Won't tell what?" a voice asked.
Rogue's mental shields snapped up as she turned to face the speaker. "Haven't you ever heard o' knockin'?" she snarled.
Jean's expression drooped. "Oh, I'm sorry, Rogue, I didn't mean to disturb you. The door was open and I assumed."
"Assumed that you could just invade mah privacy? Jesus, ah guess you telepaths have an exception t' everythin'."
"That's not fair, Rogue. I never said I had an exception. And it's not like I can just control the way people's thoughts just pop into my head all the time."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah had y'r power. You had more control than most of put t'gether. You just think y'r so special cuz y'all got everythin' handed down t' you on a silver platter!"
Jean opened her mouth as if to respond, then closed it and worked her jaw. You can't shut me out.
Maybe ah can shut ya up, though.
"Why do you hate me?"
"Do you even have to ask?" She sighed and grabbed her duffel bag. "Look, ah gotta leave. Ah'm spendin' th' night over at Risty's. Ah don't have time for your bullshit, okay?"
"You think I'm stupid?!" Jean countered. "You're not going to Risty's! Think how much damage that could happen if she found out you were a mutant! I saw it in your mind. You're sneaking out!"
"So? What are you gonna do? Tell the Prof? Fine, ah don't really care! Ah'm done carin'! Ah have a train t' catch!"
Rogue was planning on slipping away unnoticed, but it really didn't matter now. She breezed past Storm and a few of her teammates on her way down.
Jean groaned. "Jeesh."
"What was that about?" Storm asked.
She didn't want to be the rat Rogue was accusing her of being. What would it hurt? Rogue was a big girl. She could handle herself.
"I think she was just going out to the record store with Risty. She'll be back,"
* ~ *
Subj: Favor???
Date: 9-16-02 4:23 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Southern_shadow8@hotmail.com
To: GothPunkRockGrrl65@msn.com
Hey, Risty. I have a BIG favor to ask you. I'm planning to go out of town this weekend to Caldecott, and I told Miss Teen Queen Jean I was going to your house. I dunno if she's gonna tell the Prof if I'm there or leaving, but if someone calls, do you think you can cover for me? I'll owe you big on this one! Oh yeah, don't bother replying, cuz by the time you get this, I'll be outta here.
Thanks again,
*~*Rogue*~*
* ~ *
Mystique closed the e-mail with a wicked grin.
"Sorry, Rogue, but I'll be out of town as well, and more near than you think. Much more near. It's about time you learn about you past, who your family really is and why your power is so sought-after."
Her gold orbs flashed. "Irene might not be home, but I certainly will. And that's who you're really after for answers, isn't it?"
* ~ *
Mwahaha! Sorry it took so long to update! Much love! Please review!