Title: Two's Company
Rating: PG-13 i think..... please let me know if its not... will be rated for language.
Summary: You know how the saying goes "Two's company....." well Rogue is about to find out just how true that old saying can be. mostly S/R, some hinted W/R Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men.... they belong to Marvel
flashbacks telepathic thoughts/speech ' thoughts
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It was cold and wet. Not that Logan cared much, but it was. The little voice inside his head kept taunting him that it would nice and cosy at the mansion. But wait, he'd left.
Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts, and stared at the road ahead. It was white and windy, just like when he had first met her. He remembered it clearly, which was a big thing to him, memory. She's been so alone and frightened but so stubborn and confidante at the same time. He smiled. Then growled. Reminiscing on such things could only led to crazed thoughts.
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Marie stood at the front of the classroom beside her desk. She was twisting the tips of her gloves nervously as she watched the students shuffle in and take their places. 'Just breathe girl' she told herself. She'd dreamt of the moment every since the Professor had asked her to teach if she wanted. She had felt so special and wanted in that moment. Granted he had asked all those who had graduated that year, but she was the one who said yes. Bobby, Kitty and Jubilee had all wanted to go and see the world. Marie had said she'd seen enough as it was.
Marie shook herself out of her daze to find 15 expectant faces looking up at her.
"Urm, I'm Rogue..." she started uneasily. She took a deep breath.
"Ok so today we are going to start looking at William Shakespeare's plays, focusing mainly on Macbeth. Macbeth and Lear, Othello and Hamlet, are usually reckoned Shakespeare's four principal tragedies. Macbeth for the wildness of the imagination and the rapidity of the action. None of the four are alike, they are like different creations of the same mind, not one of which has the slightest reference to the rest. Shakespeare's genius alone appeared to possess the resources of nature. He is "your only tragedy maker." His plays have the force of things upon the mind. What he represents is brought home to the bosom as a part of our experience, implanted in the memory as if we had known the places, persons, and things of which he treats…."
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Scott smiled as he turned away from the door. He knew she could do it; it had just been a matter of convincing her she could.
"So I'm to take it all went well on Rogue's first day?" the Professor asked as Scott sat down in front of his desk.
"You always knew it would, other wise you never would have asked her. She couldn't take failing at something like that. She finally feels as though she has a purpose here, rather than just a burden."
The Professor just smiled lightly.
"But her first day of teaching is not what you came to talk to me about, but it is to do with Rogue."
"Yea," Scott started uneasily. He wasn't sure that it was his place to talk to the Professor behind Marie's back. Especially when it concerned her. "It's about her powers, I thought you said she would be able to finally take control!"
"I did indeed. But you have to understand that this was before the incident with Ms. Marvel."
"What does that have to do with it but?"
"Carol knew she was dying. She knew there was no way for her to survive. But she also knew that her powers would be of great advantage to us if the occasion arose. Therefore she held onto Rogue far longer than necessary."
"So you're saying Rogue has a lot Carol in her head?"
"Yes, and no. She has Carol in her head yes, but not with any stronger presence than any other. What she did gain from this that is unusual however, are her powers."
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After the students filed out of the classroom Marie picked up a vase and went to the sink to refill it with water.
"Ahm"
Startled, Marie whipped around and the vase shattered in her hand.
Scott's smile faded as the blood began to pour out of her hand. He crossed the room in five large steps to catch her just before she fell to the ground.
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A/N: Oh my lord, I had totally forgot about this story! I had to wipe my hard drive (damn viruses) and lost everything… including the rest of this story. I've started it again but I can't remember where I was taking it so I'm just writing as the ideas come to me. I'm sorry if they aren't very good ideas!
