I'm terribly sorry if I came off as being too extremely angry. I was just
having a badish week. This terrible mood I've been in has been caused by
school related stress. But it's holidays, so I can relax. Anywho, I'm glad
y'all liked the story. I know what I'm doing now, well, for the most part.
But I hope you enjoy!
Losing All Control
Rogue counted the streaks of paint on the ceiling. 200, 201, 203.she eyed the light blue lines with her piercing eyes, losing count after 300. Rogue had been bed ridden for two days, not being able to leave until they found out more about her headaches. She hadn't had one in over 24 hours. They happened spontaneously and without warning. From what the professor and Dr. McCoy had been telling her, they were from bursts of energy that resulted in stronger use of her power for a short period of time.
She hadn't quite figured out the full extent of it, but, depending on how long or short the burst was, she could either hold back her power or gain someone else's by shear will. She couldn't control it yet, but Doc and Prof. were working on it.
Rogue rolled on her back, crinkling the smooth surface of her sheets. "If I only had Jean's power and open that damn door," she muttered herself. She had tried sneaking out which resulted the Professor to lock the door when she went unsupervised, which would only be for about an hour at a time. She could only assume that if Jean were in this situation she could easily knock the door off its hinges. The thought of Jean brought a burning sensation to her eyes. She rubbed her them, making sure that not a tear would be shed. She had done that enough already.
The Professor walked (wheeled) through the door, interrupting further thoughts. "I have good news." He reported with a smile.
Rogue lit up. "Can I leave?"
"Soon, and I must also apologize for locking you in here, I know you must have felt like a prisoner, but I was just worried about your safety and others. But now that we know what is going on it won't be a problem."
"So what's wrong with me?" "Your headaches are only temporary. They were resulting from an unusual amount of activity in your brain, leading to advancement in your power. It's nothing to worry about," he added, catching her look of uncertainty. "But once the activity dies down, so should your powers, leaving you back to your old self." When he said this, his smile faltered.
"That's a good thing, right?" Questioning his expression.
Professor Xavier leaned forward slightly. "Rogue, I can't imagine how hard it is for you to go without touching people. If your power were to evolve, Dr. McCoy and I could help you control them. I don't want to get your hopes up, your powers could just return to normal."
"There's a chance my powers could evolve, permanently?"
"Yes, but I have to tell you, it's not very big."
"How-when could this happen?"
"Hank has done extensive testing over the past few days, and your headaches should dissipate by the end of the week. But during this time there is a chance that you could learn to control your powers."
"So I have the rest of the week to try and control my powers, with these huge headaches going on?"
"The whole thing is complicated, but if your powers are to evolve permanently, then this would be the week. But the way your power seems to be evolving is that you can activate it when desired."
"What about the headaches?"
"Hank has developed some pills for you to take that should lessen the pain considerably. You'll still be able to feel them, but they'll be bearable." He produced a small bottle with tiny pink tablets inside. "Take them once a day. Once a headache has occurred then there should be a short period of time where you can have control over your powers. I would use them to your fullest advantage. Now, you should be fine to leave. I want you to come into the lab and report with Hank after school each day." He gave her a reassuring smile. "This will all be over soon, Rogue."
She nodded, biting he lip slightly as the Prof. wheeled his chair around to exit the room. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Feel free to leave whenever you wish, it's unlocked." With that he left the room with Rogue sitting awkwardly on the bed with her head in her hands.
Rogue sat on the living room couch next to John, trying to explain to him what the Professor had told her.
"So you can control your powers?"
"Only sometimes, John. Have you been paying any attention?"
"I'm hanging on to every word."
Rogue sighed audibly. "The Prof. said I would have control over them after every headache, I guess its what triggers it."
"So all you have to do is fight through the blinding pain while you try and control your powers," he nodded knowingly. "That seems easy enough."
"He gave me these," she pulled out the tiny bottle. "They're supposed to help the headaches." She turned the bottle in her hand, making the tablets chase after one another.
"Leave it to Hank to make them pink."
Rogue smiled for the first time in hours. "I think he felt bad so he wanted to make them girl friendly."
"Ah, a look of joy spreads across the girls face, something her loving and stunningly attractive boyfriend hadn't seen since she had gotten out of the lab." John narrated Rogue's movements like in a book. "But why has she been looking so forlorn, he asks himself. She should be happy knowing that she could touch and kiss her dear boyfriend."
Rogue tilted her head, a lopsided smile on her face. It was the first time he, or she for the matter, had said that he was her boyfriend. "All the while the girl is thinking, why isn't my rash, spontaneous boyfriend trying to kiss me, since she's sitting here fighting off the ferocious pain in her head." For the last minute or so Rogue had been biting her tongue, waiting for the worst of the pain to lapse.
John dropped the narrator charade immediately. "Rogue, are you okay? Can I- " he stopped himself. "I can touch you.?"
"I think," she stopped, waiting for the dizziness to pass. "I think I might be able to." she let her voice trail off. From past experiences she only had a couple minutes after the headache to use her new, somewhat controlled power. Rogue pulled off her glove and, hesitantly, touched John's face. She kept it there, letting her power take effect, then-
"I'm fine." John stated, almost as surprised as Rogue was.
With the information that she wasn't killing him, Rogue practically jumped on him. She kissed him with all the passion that had been pent up inside her for all the months that she had been dating Bobby and John and everything that she had been deprived of touching.
John wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in. Rogue was busy putting her hands all over his face and bare arms, any place that she could touch that she had been deprived of before. But all too soon she felt the pull of her power on John and she was forced to pull back, returning to the state of being she hated most.
I know that wasn't my best work by far, I swear I won't let it get worse than that. I promise I'll expand on and explain all the stuff you must be questioning right now, and I also promise it'll be soon.
Losing All Control
Rogue counted the streaks of paint on the ceiling. 200, 201, 203.she eyed the light blue lines with her piercing eyes, losing count after 300. Rogue had been bed ridden for two days, not being able to leave until they found out more about her headaches. She hadn't had one in over 24 hours. They happened spontaneously and without warning. From what the professor and Dr. McCoy had been telling her, they were from bursts of energy that resulted in stronger use of her power for a short period of time.
She hadn't quite figured out the full extent of it, but, depending on how long or short the burst was, she could either hold back her power or gain someone else's by shear will. She couldn't control it yet, but Doc and Prof. were working on it.
Rogue rolled on her back, crinkling the smooth surface of her sheets. "If I only had Jean's power and open that damn door," she muttered herself. She had tried sneaking out which resulted the Professor to lock the door when she went unsupervised, which would only be for about an hour at a time. She could only assume that if Jean were in this situation she could easily knock the door off its hinges. The thought of Jean brought a burning sensation to her eyes. She rubbed her them, making sure that not a tear would be shed. She had done that enough already.
The Professor walked (wheeled) through the door, interrupting further thoughts. "I have good news." He reported with a smile.
Rogue lit up. "Can I leave?"
"Soon, and I must also apologize for locking you in here, I know you must have felt like a prisoner, but I was just worried about your safety and others. But now that we know what is going on it won't be a problem."
"So what's wrong with me?" "Your headaches are only temporary. They were resulting from an unusual amount of activity in your brain, leading to advancement in your power. It's nothing to worry about," he added, catching her look of uncertainty. "But once the activity dies down, so should your powers, leaving you back to your old self." When he said this, his smile faltered.
"That's a good thing, right?" Questioning his expression.
Professor Xavier leaned forward slightly. "Rogue, I can't imagine how hard it is for you to go without touching people. If your power were to evolve, Dr. McCoy and I could help you control them. I don't want to get your hopes up, your powers could just return to normal."
"There's a chance my powers could evolve, permanently?"
"Yes, but I have to tell you, it's not very big."
"How-when could this happen?"
"Hank has done extensive testing over the past few days, and your headaches should dissipate by the end of the week. But during this time there is a chance that you could learn to control your powers."
"So I have the rest of the week to try and control my powers, with these huge headaches going on?"
"The whole thing is complicated, but if your powers are to evolve permanently, then this would be the week. But the way your power seems to be evolving is that you can activate it when desired."
"What about the headaches?"
"Hank has developed some pills for you to take that should lessen the pain considerably. You'll still be able to feel them, but they'll be bearable." He produced a small bottle with tiny pink tablets inside. "Take them once a day. Once a headache has occurred then there should be a short period of time where you can have control over your powers. I would use them to your fullest advantage. Now, you should be fine to leave. I want you to come into the lab and report with Hank after school each day." He gave her a reassuring smile. "This will all be over soon, Rogue."
She nodded, biting he lip slightly as the Prof. wheeled his chair around to exit the room. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Feel free to leave whenever you wish, it's unlocked." With that he left the room with Rogue sitting awkwardly on the bed with her head in her hands.
Rogue sat on the living room couch next to John, trying to explain to him what the Professor had told her.
"So you can control your powers?"
"Only sometimes, John. Have you been paying any attention?"
"I'm hanging on to every word."
Rogue sighed audibly. "The Prof. said I would have control over them after every headache, I guess its what triggers it."
"So all you have to do is fight through the blinding pain while you try and control your powers," he nodded knowingly. "That seems easy enough."
"He gave me these," she pulled out the tiny bottle. "They're supposed to help the headaches." She turned the bottle in her hand, making the tablets chase after one another.
"Leave it to Hank to make them pink."
Rogue smiled for the first time in hours. "I think he felt bad so he wanted to make them girl friendly."
"Ah, a look of joy spreads across the girls face, something her loving and stunningly attractive boyfriend hadn't seen since she had gotten out of the lab." John narrated Rogue's movements like in a book. "But why has she been looking so forlorn, he asks himself. She should be happy knowing that she could touch and kiss her dear boyfriend."
Rogue tilted her head, a lopsided smile on her face. It was the first time he, or she for the matter, had said that he was her boyfriend. "All the while the girl is thinking, why isn't my rash, spontaneous boyfriend trying to kiss me, since she's sitting here fighting off the ferocious pain in her head." For the last minute or so Rogue had been biting her tongue, waiting for the worst of the pain to lapse.
John dropped the narrator charade immediately. "Rogue, are you okay? Can I- " he stopped himself. "I can touch you.?"
"I think," she stopped, waiting for the dizziness to pass. "I think I might be able to." she let her voice trail off. From past experiences she only had a couple minutes after the headache to use her new, somewhat controlled power. Rogue pulled off her glove and, hesitantly, touched John's face. She kept it there, letting her power take effect, then-
"I'm fine." John stated, almost as surprised as Rogue was.
With the information that she wasn't killing him, Rogue practically jumped on him. She kissed him with all the passion that had been pent up inside her for all the months that she had been dating Bobby and John and everything that she had been deprived of touching.
John wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in. Rogue was busy putting her hands all over his face and bare arms, any place that she could touch that she had been deprived of before. But all too soon she felt the pull of her power on John and she was forced to pull back, returning to the state of being she hated most.
I know that wasn't my best work by far, I swear I won't let it get worse than that. I promise I'll expand on and explain all the stuff you must be questioning right now, and I also promise it'll be soon.