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The silence was deafening, even the birds and insects outside that had been heard through the open windows had shut up. Rogue was oddly detached, she had a feeling that she should be doing damage control, trying to stop Lance from killing Bobby, but she wasn't. It looked like it was shaping up to be one of those gunfights out of the old westerns that Fred loved.
Lance had taken his arm away from her and had stepped towards Bobby.
"What did you say?!"
He sounded incredulous although there was a healthy dose of threat in there, and he had a reason to mock the other boy's statement. Bobby was at least four inches smaller than Lance, and his build was a lot lankier than Lance's, and the only muscles he had came from the occasional danger room workouts that a few of the older students were allowed to do, while Lance's strong build and muscles came from everyday work. The clean image of blond hair and blue eyes didn't stand up very well next to the dark chocolate eyes and the shoulder length dark brown hair. Whatever Bobby was trying to do he didn't have a chance.
"I said get away from my girlfriend."
His voice was shaking a little now, while he had been sitting with his friends and hearing them say that he was an X-Man in training and that he could take the boy with his arms around Rogue, it was different now he was standing alone in front of him.
"She's mine, she might be a poisonous slut but she belongs to me."
He couldn't avoid the fist that was thrown at him, and he couldn't stay standing when the ground started to quake. When everyone else in the hall started screaming and tried to run away from the hall, which seemed to be the epicentre for a localised earthquake, very localised, it was only affecting the hall, although that was bad enough as the tables were slipping and sliding over the bucking floor and Hank had lifted the professor out of his wheelchair and swung him out of a window. The four teachers were too busy gaping at Lance to even think about interfering, except for Logan but he thought that Bobby deserved everything he got. Although they knew Rogue's brothers were mutants they had no idea that they were this powerful, to be able to cause such a strong quake, but limiting it to only this one room!
"Bobby don't do this. You don't care about me anyway."
He didn't listen to her, Rogue had always known Bobby was stubborn, and not the brightest match in the box, but she'd never thought he was suicidal. The only reason he was still alive was Pietro and the others had left him to Lance. And Lance was trying not to kill him because of her hand on his arm, reminding him that she was there and he shouldn't really rip the bastard into little pieces.
"You're right, I don't, and I never wanted you to come back here. But this is my school, and you belong to me, no one is going to take what's mine, no one!"
All the time he had been heading closer and closer to Rogue, until he was practically spitting on her face. But before he could do anything else he was flattened by a fist that slammed into his jaw with bone shattering strength. Instead of collapsing onto the floor he was caught by Pietro but instead of setting the boy back on his feet the silver-haired mutant grabbed onto one arm and sped off at his top speed, two seconds later Lance disappeared. Pietro had come back and taken him, swiftly followed by Todd, and then Fred, although at a minutely slower pace, although the speed reduced the weight, there was still a lot of Fred to carry. All that took place within about 15 seconds, and again there was silence since the floor had stopped shaking once Lance left. Rogue was left standing in the middle of a breakfast hall, all the tables were over turned and everyone was staring at her. Jubilee was trying to look threatening but she couldn't quite pull it off with a banana peel on top of her head.
"So, are you going to show me this cottage?"
Without waiting for an answer Rogue wrapped her arm around Logan' and pulled him out of the door, sending a shy, almost embarrassed smile at Kitty. The poor girl was lying in a puddle of orange juice, and remembering what Scott had said about Kitty being on her side Rogue decided she'd be nice.
Neither Logan or Rogue spoke, and they were both ignoring the half finished sentences from the three behind them. Rogue was trying very hard not to send a telepathic spike into her family's psyches, a very slow and painful way to die, and after what they'd just done she wouldn't mind killing them. The hall was ruined and God only knew what they'd done to Bobby.
It was after about five minutes of brisk walking, during which Logan swore that he could see steam coming out of Rogue's ears.
"Well kid, what do you think?"
He didn't get an answer; they had just rounded the corner to the clearing with the old cottage in it. There was a small pond nearby with a small jetty leading out into the near centre. The cottage was two stories high and fairly large, there were at least four rooms on each floor, possibly more. Although the paint was peeling in a few spots the outside of the cottage seemed to be in good condition, and the roof was whole, no missing slates.
"Logan it's great."
With a swift hug Rogue sped off to have a look inside while the others followed at a more leisurely pace.
"What do you think the boys did with Bobby?"
"God knows, and he's probably the only one who cares."
"Logan!"
The Canadian didn't look at all ashamed of his comment, despite the ferocious glare coming from Storm.
"He's right Ororo, you can't say that he doesn't deserve anything they do to him after what he said about Rogue."
Kurt nodded his head in agreement with Scott, causing Ororo to throw her hands up in the air and move ahead of them into the cottage. Muttering something about how Kurt was supposed to be a religious pacifist.
It was about an hour later when Rogue and Ororo had dissected every room in the place and started thinking about how it should be decorated, while the guys were busy with the more boring job of figuring out just hat needed to be fixed and replaced in each room. It wasn't actually all that much, the electrics were all still in good shape, and the plumbing only needed a little work, and the whole thing was still structurally sound, so it was mainly just the redecorating. In fact the whole thing should only take about two to three weeks.
They were all seated in the main room, on the floor since the furniture that had been left behind was in various stages of decomposition, when the four boys walked through the front door. They completely ignored the glare they were getting from Rogue, which must have been searing holes through their bodies, and the slightly lesser glare from Storm.
Rogue, thinking that their smiles were far too wide for a conversation about plumbing ground out between her teeth:
"What the hell did you do to him?"
I finally got it up, I started this chapter days ago but everything kept getting in the way of me finishing it.
LizaGirl: I hope you like this chapter too
Chica De Lose Ojos Café: you'll find out what they did to Bobby in the next chapter, I hope you like this chapter.
Dory Shotgun: he did it because he's possessive, he doesn't like the boys, he doesn't think they're good enough to be in his school, because it's his school and everything in it belongs to him, including the things he doesn't want anymore.
DreamSprite: I hope you like this update
depressionisanillusion: I hope the punctuation is all right in this one, and I hope you enjoyed it
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