A/N: I've had a part of this written for some time, but had never gotten a chance to type it up. Working hard, really hard. They signed to up for my apprenticeship to other day so YAAAAYYYY me. Anyway ON WITH THE STORY….
BTW: I'm not pairing Rogue/Sketchy, so don't ask.
P.S. The world of comic books, is an endless changing one. In this story, the characters are based upon the X-men team around the time the old cartoon series was set. For those of you how aren't familiar with these characters and the roles they play, I will be adding little bio's down the bottom.
Disclaimed: Dark Angel doesn't belong to me, and neither does X-men. I claim no ownership of them, and am doing this purely for fun. Please don't sue me.
THE X FACTOR
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Sketchy was acting strange, well stranger than normal. He kept shifting in his shirt, tugging at his collar, and smoothing down his abnormally styled hair. Nervously he licked his dry lips, and took a deep breath before moving to step forward. Only to stop when he heard a snort of laughter behind him. Scowling he turned to frown at his companions.
"What?" He demanded.
"Boy, your so sprung I'm surprised your not bouncin' away," Cindy said quirking her lips. "What's got you so wired?"
"Oh haven't you heard," Alec comment from off to the side, "Sketch here saw an 'Angel' today, and invited her out for a night of drunken debauchery."
"She could be in there now," Sketchy said, "She might be in there." He seemed to panic at the thought.
"Relax man," Alec said stepping forward to place a supporting arm over his friend shoulders, "We'll take it step by step, starting with stepping in the front door." And with that he guided him in the door of Crash.
As they reached the bottom of the entrance stairs, and into the area by the bar Sketchy came to an abrupt stop, staring straight ahead. The others followed his line of sight.
She was leaning on a pool cue, dressed in low riding jeans and a form fitting green top under a well-worn flight jacket. Her hair was pulled up into a braid, a white strip twisting in and out of the auburn, a short white fringe framed her face. She was a beautiful sight and powerful too. She had the attention of all the men and some of the women, and knew it, but didn't at all seem to care.
"Oh Shetch," Alec said softly, "That her?"
"Yeah," he was gaping.
"What's he name?" the X5 asked.
"It's…." He froze realising that he had never caught her name.
"Well boy get overa there and talk ta her," O.C ordered, "But…if ya don't wanna O.C wouldn' mind."
With another gulp he moved towards the pool table, his friends backing him up, yet as he got nearer to the table he wondered if that was a wise idea.
"Well, well, well if it ain't hell on wheels," The southern Angel said, taking her shot sinking two balls, straightening she moved around the table, "How's the noggin?"
"Fine," Sketchy said softly uncomfortable about the reminder of his less in gracefully meeting with the pavement. She took another shot sending the black shotting into the corner pocket.
"Good."
"Um so…I never did catch your name," Sketchy said feeling infinitely stupid.
"Rogue," was the simple reply
"Rogue," Max echoed as she moved to stand besides Sketchy.
"Yep," she said taking the folded twenty from her dejected opponent, and held to note up to Sketch. "Get meh a beer sugah?"
Snatching the offered money he was off towards the bar before anyone could say anything.
"Didn't know the boy could move the damn fast," O.C said dryly.
By the time he returned they he managed to find a table, and general questions were being asked.
"So where you from?" Alec asked, moving his chair closer to Rogue. Ignoring the roll of O.C's eyes, Max's glare and Sketchy's resigned sigh.
"All over the place," She answered shortly, "but born and breed Mississippi."
"So whatcha doin' in Seattle," Cindy asked.
"A little of this a little of that," She said before taking a gulp of beer, placing her glass down she added, "Work mostly."
"Oh and what's that?" Max asked, staring at the other woman as if she was trying to figure her out.
"Demolition," Rogue said with a secretive smile.
Before Max could say anything, her pager went off. With a glance at Rogue she stood and moved off to read it. With a frown Alec stood to follow.
He found Max out the back by a row of pay phones. "What was that?" he demanded. Max turned to glare at him.
"What was what?'
"It was like you where going to leap across the table any second and scratch her eyes out."
"More like you were about to leap on her," She muttered, before softening, "I didn't know," she admitted, "There's something about her, something that…I can't explain it. But all these warning signals are going off in my head." She took a breath before adding, "And your not helping either, between you and sketchy I'm surprised the woman doesn't have a pool a drawl in her lap…and what kind of name is Rogue anyway."
"Hold up," Alec said, "Are you jealous? That's it isn't it, you jealous…someone else comes into town someone who's also mysterious, dangerous and undeniable hot. And what's wrong with her name 'Max'. You've come up with a few strange ones of your own. Fix-it, Ralph…wait Ralph was mine, the better of the group."
"ALEC!" Max exclaimed, "I AM NOT JEALOUS, and another thing SHUT UP!" With that she whipped out her pager, and spun towards the phone grumbling as she punched number and gave the phone a hard slap.
"Jealous," She muttered, "Of all the small minded, ridiculous things…."
"Er Max?"
The voice on the other end questioned.
"Logan!" Max exclaimed, "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," He said, "I found something I wanted to show you."
"Well I'm at Crash now," She said, "Do you want me to come by later?"
"No, no. I come down, the others should see this too."
#SC#
Psylocke straightened from her crouched position as she watched Logan make his way towards his door. Taking a step away from the ledge, she slowly made her way along the roof, tracking Logan movement throw his penthouse. The moment he exited on the street she turned and jumped on to the edge of the roof that overlook a dark back alley. She turned to face back across the roof, and stepped backwards.
Just as she began to fall, Psylocke reached out and grabbed hold of the edge. She brought her legs up, she braced herself against the wall, and pushed back with her powerful thighs. Sailing though the air she flipped herself over to land on the opposite buildings fire escape, before quickly vaulting over the railing.
She landed on the roof of a parked car, the metal dinted sightly under her weight, as it shocks bounced slightly. Betsy ran down the window and bonnet, and out into the street, ready to take up the chase.
In the dark alley, a battered cars alarm started to beep.
TBC.
Character:
Call sign: Rogue
Real name: Unknown
Powers: Energy absorbing though skin to skin contact, flight, super strength, super speed, invincibility.
History: Foster child of Mystique, Rogue was raised by the blind seer Destiny…A mutant to had visions of the future. She joined to Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, with the likes of Pyro and the Blob. Where she had the call sign Ace. (She fought against the X-men on many occasions) Later she took on the mutant superhero Miss Marvel, and permanently absorbed her powers. Flight etc etc.
Call sign: Cyclops
Real name: Scott Summers
Powers: Optic energy beam
History: Scotts family was killed in a plane crash when he was a child, that only he and his brother Alex (Havoc of X-factor) survived. Later it was discovered that his father was abducted by aliens that could initial caused the crash to begin with. Father and son later meet up again, when the X-men meet up with the Shi'ra Empire. An alien race, who's empress Lilandra Neramani is Xavier lover. It's all tied in to the Dark Phoenix saga which I'm not going into now. Anyway, his father Christopher Summers (AKA Corsair). is this Han Solo like character, flying round doing this and that with his alien crew…(Weirded out yet?)
That's all for now, more next time….
TTFN