Beautiful day
***
Rogue blinked a few times against the harsh light of the morning sun pouring from the window. Rogue frowned, it was sunny, strange. She'd thought it had been raining the night before. Then something srtuck her; the window wasn't in the right angle, nor was the bed. Something was under her, something that was slowly moving up and down.
It hadn't been a dream.
Her arm was spread over his chest, her head resting on his own arm, his face so close to her own. The corner of lips were slightly curved up, and Rogue realised she was smiling too, or probably grinning. However, her joy disappeared instantly. What had she done? She closed her green eyes, trying to wake up from this dream, this wonderful comfortable dream.
Remy stirred, his empathic abilities picking up a sudden change of feelings. He scowled slightly, where was it coming from? Something was over his chest, weighting on his arm. He tensed up and with a sudden jerk, pinned down the person that had been suspiciously close to him while he slept, their body firmly crushed down between his legs, his hands holding the person's arms down. His breath caught in his throat.
He'd thought it had been some dream, trapped in the boundaries of his own thoughts, and desires... It had been unrealistic.
"Rogue..." he whispered, huskily.
"Remy..." What had she done?
They looked at each other in the eyes... Remy thought he would not have taken her like that, roughly... Rogue, what would she think about the situation? It was her first time, and she probably wanted to hit her head against something. Gambit's gaze wandered down to inspect Rogue in the broad daylight, the expanse of her white skin of her chest, and the curves, he finally noticed.
With an inhuman force, Rogue pushed him off, Remy tumbling off the bed with a loud and probably painful thud. He looked up at her, rather surprised. Rogue quickly grabbed the sheets around her, trying to hide from his gaze. However, Remy could see the bruises on her cheeks, neck, marking where he'd been...
He got up to put his... euh... discarded boxers back on and sat on the bed. Rogue hadn't moved an inch, her eyes still as wide and shining, clutching the sheets to her chest, her back naked, showing the long scar drawn in her white flesh.
"Can you do meh a favour?" she asked, not even looking at him. "Just don't talk t' meh raght now..."
***
Logan looked out of the window. How strange, the sun was shining, not very usual for an autumn day, nearing winter. Whatever, it was better this way. He'd ask Ororo if she had done something with the weather. It was a nice brake from the usual rain.
He'd had a particular bad night. He'd woken up, for no reason at all. He'd listened for signs of roaming students. There was nothing. However, all night he'd felt unsure, uncomfortable, like if something was happening just under his nose and he wasn't noticing it. The acolytes hadn't been of any trouble yet... So what had it been?
"Hey, Stormy," Logan greeted the weather goddess. "Ya got something to do with the great weather?" he asked.
Ororo smiled warmly to her friend, pouring water in the kettle to then put it on the stove to make it boil.
"Don't know, I might have fiddled with something while I was asleep. I sometimes do so when I have a nice dream," she told him cutting bread to put it in the toaster. "Can't say the weather displeases me," she added, walking up next to Logan too look out on the Mansion's grounds. He put an arm around her shoulders, sipping his coffee that he held in his other hand.
"Lightens the mood..." Logan thought for a bit, this was the chance he'd been waiting for. "Ororo,' he started turning to Storm. "Would ya like to..."
There was howling coming from the living room, and then a group of students erupted into the kitchen.
Just by Bobby's happy mood, the temperature dropped lightly in the room. Jubilee was doing the most noise, however, laughing about... about something Pyro had said. The Acolyte was getting on pretty well with the children. Amara followed in after them.
"What have ya done?" Logan growled.
Their happy mood disappeared a little.
"Just going into town today," said Jubilee.
"Going shopping and stuff..."
"You can go, but you need an adult to accompany you," Ororo told them sternly. "You mustn't get in any trouble, it was bad enough with Rogue last time..."
Everyone in the kitchen turned to Storm, not believing their ears, Logan was no exception. "From where did that come up?" Bobby asked, looking rather worried.
Logan sniffed the air, it smelled plot to him. The Kids might have been planning to do something else than shopping. He smirked.
"I'll take ya, kids... It'll be fun..." His nose never failed him.
All the children's expression saddened up, some a bit angry, except Pyro. His bright carrot hair was messy, and he was busy munching on the toast Ororo had put out for herself.
"They're only four kids, it won't be a problem," Logan thought to himself.
"That's nice of you, Logan," Ororo said, taking the rest of her toast out of the toaster, scowling lightly at the pyromaniac.
Logan was already regretting his decision, he wanted to take Ororo out, not keep some brats in place and discover what they were up to.
"Kitty... Jean and Scott would probably like to come, even if those two aren't on their own..." there were sniggers. That was three more brats. "If Kitty's coming, Piotr would come."
"I'm sure Gambit would come," Pyro added, looking back at the toaster, disappointed to find it empty.
"Sorry homme, Gambit not goin'."
Remy walked into the kitchen, serving himself coffee. Logan heard the girls sigh, Jubilee overdoing it. The Cajun was in T-shirt and boxers, barefoot. He hair was dishevelled, falling in front of his demon eyes, like if he'd just got out of bed. However, he had a light smirk on his face, as if he was rather pleased about something. Now Logan wanted to stay at the Mansion, to make sure that "Gumbo" wouldn't get up to any mischief. He sniffed, the Acolyte was smelling something familiar, something he'd might have smelt the night before. What was it, already? He also smelt...
...Rogue entered the kitchen next; making the place very crowded. She looked in a foul mood. Her hair was still dripping wet, her forehead crunched up in frustration. There was a moment of silence as she walked towards the fridge, all eyes on her. Rogue didn't notice anything, and the kids started chatting between themselves again.
Remy watched her, his back propped against the counter, taking the view as she bent down to rummage threw the bottom part of the fridge... Just thinking about what had happened the night before (and this morning) made his smirk widen.
Logan looked around; Ororo had disappeared from the kitchen, so he started to back away from the place.
There was a sudden cry of surprise from Jubilee, as a bottle of milk dashed across the room, just missing her by inches, directed at Gambit. Logan smiled at the thought of the "Gumbo" covered with milk. However, to his disappointment, he caught it miraculously before it exploded against his head.
Rogue was fuming, standing up next to the open fridge.
Gambit looked at the bottle, like if it had just been handed over to him normally. "Just what Remy needed, thanks chere," he declared pouring the milk in his coffee, and putting the bottle down on the counter.
Logan chuckled, exiting the kitchen. Gambit didn't know what he was getting into by maddening Rogue. The Goth must have already absorbed him, and would probably put her bare hand against his face for much longer than necessary if the Cajun continued. Logan wouldn't be the one to interfere.
"Heard ya going into town, Ah'm coming with ya," Rogue declared slamming the fridge's door shut. "Anythin' t' get away of this Swamp Rat."
"Sorry, Stripes," Logan said from the kitchen's door. "Until we get another image inducer for ya, ya can't go out of the grounds..." He could distinctively hear her teeth gritting, Logan wouldn't be surprised if he found Gambit unconscious when he came back.
"Kurt can lend meh it..."
"Nope, Fuzz Boy's on mission today, and I believe he's already left" Logan told her before finally getting out of the kitchen.
"Mission?" Rogue ran out after Logan. "What ya mean a mission?" she asked him in the living room.
"Stuff has changed since you've left, Stripes," he told Rogue without looking at her. Logan felt mildly sorry for her, she wouldn't be pleased to know on what kind of mission her brother was on.
***
Kurt sat calmly with the other people in the amphitheatre, looking about, trying not to seem too suspicious. With his image inducer on, he had his hair cropped, coloured black. He was a bit taller than he really was, and it just 'wasn't Kurt' when he wore a blue suit.
This was serious stuff, he thought to himself, the X-men depended on him for this. He opened the dossier that had been placed in front of him. He looked threw the pages, it was just useless talk. However, he'd hear the important stuff soon.
There was a lot of chatting around him. On Kurt's left side was a man in his forties with a thin moustache, well trimmed. He was looking lower-down, at the platform equipped with a long desk and microphones for each seat. Kurt had tried to speak with... R. Reynolds, Kurt read from the man's tag.
The seat on Kurt's other side was empty, until a woman in a white suit, her blond hair put up in a tight bun came to sit there. Her cold blue eyes glanced at Kurt before she smiled rather warmly.
"Kurt Wagner, pleasure to meet you," she said in a brisk voice. "Emma Frost," she presented herself. They shook hands.
Kurt sighed in relief; he'd be fine now. This was the Professor's so called friend from Massachusetts, whom Xavier and Ororo had visited, not long ago. She was headmistress of school just like theirs, where mutants lived and were taught to control their powers.
She picked up the file that had been deposited on the small desk in front of her.
"It'll be interesting to hear the president of the Friends of Humanity. It will enlighten us on the troubles mutants cause us today," she said absently.
Kurt slightly smiled, this was a mutant that was talking. "Yes, and the competence of these 'Sentinels'... They arrested a mutant criminal before yesterday, I believe." No one could have guessed that Kurt usually had an accent. It was completely wiped out. These new image inducers were very practical, they could not only disguise the physic, but the voice as well. "However, I was rather disgruntled to hear that one of these muties escaped a Sentinel's supervision and was, so forth, destroyed to a crumple of metal ."
Kurt seemed to be a perfectly normal mutant hater in a blue business suit. Things had indeed changed.
***
Ok, it's been a while I've updated. All my fault! Yes, I am on holiday, and I have been working hard on this chapter. I've redone it at least five times! I nearly abandoned, I was so frustrated. There was one where Death made his big entrance in the institute, where Rogue was just trying to avoid Gambit and Logan, where Death came again and went directly to the Professor and they both had a conversation, where Xavier manages to enter Death's mind and speak with... Well, I suppose that will come up later. No version felt appropriate straight away, it was or boring, or had no sense (I was trying to squeeze Mary in, someway...) I just had to put up the base first of the story, and then construct over... Because this is actually the 'beginning' of the main story/plot!!!! Conclusion: this chapter was real tough and didn't come out how I had actually intended it to.
Yes, and it's rather... short. But next chapter should be quite alright!
I just hope I wont be trapped in my own plot! Because I'm really not sure where this is going anymore, worried it will get to big for me...
Reviews, now...
Rogue Warrior Spirit and Weeble Wobble Chic: UPDATE! Not to soon, though, oops, and not too much Romy... Aïe Aïe Aïe.... Don't throw any cabbage!
Ishandahalf: Don't worry, Remy isn't going so soon, and wouldn't leave his Roguey behind!!! Ahhh...
Lupine Draconis: Love the support Winks* Romy in big process! Wouldn't separate them for the world!! Would you know what Rogue's name really is? I've 'heard' Marvel has finally given her a name!
Unknown Source: The first time I heard that nursery rhyme, it gave me the creeps... Yeah, nursery are usually have a hidden message. Like: Ring' a Ring' a roses, pocket full of posies, atishoo (however that is spelt out) atishoo, we all fall down. Talks about the plague. People used to keep smelling stuff on them (posies, roses) to not smell 'poorly', and when someone sneezed, it usually meant you'd caught the plague, and they would say 'Bless you' when you did, because you were soon going to die... And children still sing that kind of stuff. Very creepy indeed.
Panther Nemsith: really? Mhhh... yeah true! About mutant kids having loads of problems, well... I'll try and fix it, make them seem a little normal for once and happy!
Winter fire: Well, haven't put Mary in this chapter, don't even know if she's really disappeared or not! I haven't decided yet...
Well, well... Better get working on next chapter!
***
Rogue blinked a few times against the harsh light of the morning sun pouring from the window. Rogue frowned, it was sunny, strange. She'd thought it had been raining the night before. Then something srtuck her; the window wasn't in the right angle, nor was the bed. Something was under her, something that was slowly moving up and down.
It hadn't been a dream.
Her arm was spread over his chest, her head resting on his own arm, his face so close to her own. The corner of lips were slightly curved up, and Rogue realised she was smiling too, or probably grinning. However, her joy disappeared instantly. What had she done? She closed her green eyes, trying to wake up from this dream, this wonderful comfortable dream.
Remy stirred, his empathic abilities picking up a sudden change of feelings. He scowled slightly, where was it coming from? Something was over his chest, weighting on his arm. He tensed up and with a sudden jerk, pinned down the person that had been suspiciously close to him while he slept, their body firmly crushed down between his legs, his hands holding the person's arms down. His breath caught in his throat.
He'd thought it had been some dream, trapped in the boundaries of his own thoughts, and desires... It had been unrealistic.
"Rogue..." he whispered, huskily.
"Remy..." What had she done?
They looked at each other in the eyes... Remy thought he would not have taken her like that, roughly... Rogue, what would she think about the situation? It was her first time, and she probably wanted to hit her head against something. Gambit's gaze wandered down to inspect Rogue in the broad daylight, the expanse of her white skin of her chest, and the curves, he finally noticed.
With an inhuman force, Rogue pushed him off, Remy tumbling off the bed with a loud and probably painful thud. He looked up at her, rather surprised. Rogue quickly grabbed the sheets around her, trying to hide from his gaze. However, Remy could see the bruises on her cheeks, neck, marking where he'd been...
He got up to put his... euh... discarded boxers back on and sat on the bed. Rogue hadn't moved an inch, her eyes still as wide and shining, clutching the sheets to her chest, her back naked, showing the long scar drawn in her white flesh.
"Can you do meh a favour?" she asked, not even looking at him. "Just don't talk t' meh raght now..."
***
Logan looked out of the window. How strange, the sun was shining, not very usual for an autumn day, nearing winter. Whatever, it was better this way. He'd ask Ororo if she had done something with the weather. It was a nice brake from the usual rain.
He'd had a particular bad night. He'd woken up, for no reason at all. He'd listened for signs of roaming students. There was nothing. However, all night he'd felt unsure, uncomfortable, like if something was happening just under his nose and he wasn't noticing it. The acolytes hadn't been of any trouble yet... So what had it been?
"Hey, Stormy," Logan greeted the weather goddess. "Ya got something to do with the great weather?" he asked.
Ororo smiled warmly to her friend, pouring water in the kettle to then put it on the stove to make it boil.
"Don't know, I might have fiddled with something while I was asleep. I sometimes do so when I have a nice dream," she told him cutting bread to put it in the toaster. "Can't say the weather displeases me," she added, walking up next to Logan too look out on the Mansion's grounds. He put an arm around her shoulders, sipping his coffee that he held in his other hand.
"Lightens the mood..." Logan thought for a bit, this was the chance he'd been waiting for. "Ororo,' he started turning to Storm. "Would ya like to..."
There was howling coming from the living room, and then a group of students erupted into the kitchen.
Just by Bobby's happy mood, the temperature dropped lightly in the room. Jubilee was doing the most noise, however, laughing about... about something Pyro had said. The Acolyte was getting on pretty well with the children. Amara followed in after them.
"What have ya done?" Logan growled.
Their happy mood disappeared a little.
"Just going into town today," said Jubilee.
"Going shopping and stuff..."
"You can go, but you need an adult to accompany you," Ororo told them sternly. "You mustn't get in any trouble, it was bad enough with Rogue last time..."
Everyone in the kitchen turned to Storm, not believing their ears, Logan was no exception. "From where did that come up?" Bobby asked, looking rather worried.
Logan sniffed the air, it smelled plot to him. The Kids might have been planning to do something else than shopping. He smirked.
"I'll take ya, kids... It'll be fun..." His nose never failed him.
All the children's expression saddened up, some a bit angry, except Pyro. His bright carrot hair was messy, and he was busy munching on the toast Ororo had put out for herself.
"They're only four kids, it won't be a problem," Logan thought to himself.
"That's nice of you, Logan," Ororo said, taking the rest of her toast out of the toaster, scowling lightly at the pyromaniac.
Logan was already regretting his decision, he wanted to take Ororo out, not keep some brats in place and discover what they were up to.
"Kitty... Jean and Scott would probably like to come, even if those two aren't on their own..." there were sniggers. That was three more brats. "If Kitty's coming, Piotr would come."
"I'm sure Gambit would come," Pyro added, looking back at the toaster, disappointed to find it empty.
"Sorry homme, Gambit not goin'."
Remy walked into the kitchen, serving himself coffee. Logan heard the girls sigh, Jubilee overdoing it. The Cajun was in T-shirt and boxers, barefoot. He hair was dishevelled, falling in front of his demon eyes, like if he'd just got out of bed. However, he had a light smirk on his face, as if he was rather pleased about something. Now Logan wanted to stay at the Mansion, to make sure that "Gumbo" wouldn't get up to any mischief. He sniffed, the Acolyte was smelling something familiar, something he'd might have smelt the night before. What was it, already? He also smelt...
...Rogue entered the kitchen next; making the place very crowded. She looked in a foul mood. Her hair was still dripping wet, her forehead crunched up in frustration. There was a moment of silence as she walked towards the fridge, all eyes on her. Rogue didn't notice anything, and the kids started chatting between themselves again.
Remy watched her, his back propped against the counter, taking the view as she bent down to rummage threw the bottom part of the fridge... Just thinking about what had happened the night before (and this morning) made his smirk widen.
Logan looked around; Ororo had disappeared from the kitchen, so he started to back away from the place.
There was a sudden cry of surprise from Jubilee, as a bottle of milk dashed across the room, just missing her by inches, directed at Gambit. Logan smiled at the thought of the "Gumbo" covered with milk. However, to his disappointment, he caught it miraculously before it exploded against his head.
Rogue was fuming, standing up next to the open fridge.
Gambit looked at the bottle, like if it had just been handed over to him normally. "Just what Remy needed, thanks chere," he declared pouring the milk in his coffee, and putting the bottle down on the counter.
Logan chuckled, exiting the kitchen. Gambit didn't know what he was getting into by maddening Rogue. The Goth must have already absorbed him, and would probably put her bare hand against his face for much longer than necessary if the Cajun continued. Logan wouldn't be the one to interfere.
"Heard ya going into town, Ah'm coming with ya," Rogue declared slamming the fridge's door shut. "Anythin' t' get away of this Swamp Rat."
"Sorry, Stripes," Logan said from the kitchen's door. "Until we get another image inducer for ya, ya can't go out of the grounds..." He could distinctively hear her teeth gritting, Logan wouldn't be surprised if he found Gambit unconscious when he came back.
"Kurt can lend meh it..."
"Nope, Fuzz Boy's on mission today, and I believe he's already left" Logan told her before finally getting out of the kitchen.
"Mission?" Rogue ran out after Logan. "What ya mean a mission?" she asked him in the living room.
"Stuff has changed since you've left, Stripes," he told Rogue without looking at her. Logan felt mildly sorry for her, she wouldn't be pleased to know on what kind of mission her brother was on.
***
Kurt sat calmly with the other people in the amphitheatre, looking about, trying not to seem too suspicious. With his image inducer on, he had his hair cropped, coloured black. He was a bit taller than he really was, and it just 'wasn't Kurt' when he wore a blue suit.
This was serious stuff, he thought to himself, the X-men depended on him for this. He opened the dossier that had been placed in front of him. He looked threw the pages, it was just useless talk. However, he'd hear the important stuff soon.
There was a lot of chatting around him. On Kurt's left side was a man in his forties with a thin moustache, well trimmed. He was looking lower-down, at the platform equipped with a long desk and microphones for each seat. Kurt had tried to speak with... R. Reynolds, Kurt read from the man's tag.
The seat on Kurt's other side was empty, until a woman in a white suit, her blond hair put up in a tight bun came to sit there. Her cold blue eyes glanced at Kurt before she smiled rather warmly.
"Kurt Wagner, pleasure to meet you," she said in a brisk voice. "Emma Frost," she presented herself. They shook hands.
Kurt sighed in relief; he'd be fine now. This was the Professor's so called friend from Massachusetts, whom Xavier and Ororo had visited, not long ago. She was headmistress of school just like theirs, where mutants lived and were taught to control their powers.
She picked up the file that had been deposited on the small desk in front of her.
"It'll be interesting to hear the president of the Friends of Humanity. It will enlighten us on the troubles mutants cause us today," she said absently.
Kurt slightly smiled, this was a mutant that was talking. "Yes, and the competence of these 'Sentinels'... They arrested a mutant criminal before yesterday, I believe." No one could have guessed that Kurt usually had an accent. It was completely wiped out. These new image inducers were very practical, they could not only disguise the physic, but the voice as well. "However, I was rather disgruntled to hear that one of these muties escaped a Sentinel's supervision and was, so forth, destroyed to a crumple of metal ."
Kurt seemed to be a perfectly normal mutant hater in a blue business suit. Things had indeed changed.
***
Ok, it's been a while I've updated. All my fault! Yes, I am on holiday, and I have been working hard on this chapter. I've redone it at least five times! I nearly abandoned, I was so frustrated. There was one where Death made his big entrance in the institute, where Rogue was just trying to avoid Gambit and Logan, where Death came again and went directly to the Professor and they both had a conversation, where Xavier manages to enter Death's mind and speak with... Well, I suppose that will come up later. No version felt appropriate straight away, it was or boring, or had no sense (I was trying to squeeze Mary in, someway...) I just had to put up the base first of the story, and then construct over... Because this is actually the 'beginning' of the main story/plot!!!! Conclusion: this chapter was real tough and didn't come out how I had actually intended it to.
Yes, and it's rather... short. But next chapter should be quite alright!
I just hope I wont be trapped in my own plot! Because I'm really not sure where this is going anymore, worried it will get to big for me...
Reviews, now...
Rogue Warrior Spirit and Weeble Wobble Chic: UPDATE! Not to soon, though, oops, and not too much Romy... Aïe Aïe Aïe.... Don't throw any cabbage!
Ishandahalf: Don't worry, Remy isn't going so soon, and wouldn't leave his Roguey behind!!! Ahhh...
Lupine Draconis: Love the support Winks* Romy in big process! Wouldn't separate them for the world!! Would you know what Rogue's name really is? I've 'heard' Marvel has finally given her a name!
Unknown Source: The first time I heard that nursery rhyme, it gave me the creeps... Yeah, nursery are usually have a hidden message. Like: Ring' a Ring' a roses, pocket full of posies, atishoo (however that is spelt out) atishoo, we all fall down. Talks about the plague. People used to keep smelling stuff on them (posies, roses) to not smell 'poorly', and when someone sneezed, it usually meant you'd caught the plague, and they would say 'Bless you' when you did, because you were soon going to die... And children still sing that kind of stuff. Very creepy indeed.
Panther Nemsith: really? Mhhh... yeah true! About mutant kids having loads of problems, well... I'll try and fix it, make them seem a little normal for once and happy!
Winter fire: Well, haven't put Mary in this chapter, don't even know if she's really disappeared or not! I haven't decided yet...
Well, well... Better get working on next chapter!