"I Tried"
Furor Paxx )
Chapter 27- Lady Malice
As Rogue walked towards away from the Xavier Mansion, she reviewed the past ten minutes detachedly. Why had she and Jean started fighting? Was it something she said? Rogue shook it off. It didn't matter anyway. Whatever the cause, she was right and she knew it so Jean could just go cry.
Unfortunately, Jean wasn't crying. She was planning. If Rogue was plotting to steal Scott from her while he was at the Brotherhood Mansion, then dammit, she was going to stop it all right now. Jean looked over the pile of clothes, CDs, posters and books on her bed and decided she had everything. She crammed as much of it as possible into two duffel bags and her bookbag and then set it all beside the door. She grabbed a lipstick from her purse and headed to Rogue's room.
It wasn't hard to tell which side of the room was Rogue's and which was Kitty's, mainly because Kitty had a few of the same posters as Jean and Jean couldn't even pronounce the names of some of the bands on Rogue's wall. Jean looked at her lipstick. Love's Revenge. Very appropriate, Jean decided and she set to work defacing Rogue's posters. She threw the lipstick tube on Rogue's bed when she was done and stepped back to admire her work. She smiled and went to her room to collect her bags. As they said, the writing was on the wall and it was time to fly the coop.
Meanwhile, Rogue stared up at the cloudy sky. It would rain soon, and though she wasn't as stupidly girlish as Kitty about getting wet, Rogue didn't want to walk all the way back to the Institute with wet clothes chafing her skin. She sighed dramatically and turned back towards home. It was just her luck to get stuck inside with Jean after they got into a fight.
Rogue brightened. She could just go to the Brotherhood Mansion and chill there 'til the storm blew past. Rogue did a few quick calculations and decided she could probably make it to the Brotherhood's place faster than Xavier's and besides, Lance or Scott could drive her back. Rogue decided and headed towards the Brotherhood Mansion, stopping by Fanny's Burger Palace on her way. Rogue had just made it to the front porch when the rain started pouring down. Perfect timing. Rogue knocked on the door and smiled when Wanda answered it.
"Beautiful day isn't it?" Rogue asked and waved the bags of fast food a little.
"Oh, yes." Said Wanda. "Everyone's sick and its raining now. I was kind of hoping you were Kaysin, but since you brought food, I guess you'll do."
Rogue put the bags down in the kitchen and let Wanda rummage through them. She called the Institute and told Kitty where she was and started going through the fridge for drinks.
"We had soda," Wanda sniffed a burger from the bag before setting it aside and staring mournfully at Rogue. "But its gone now."
"Ah," Rogue nodded slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements since Wanda was showing signs of moodiness. "That's too bad. None of the guys got any more?"
"No." Wanda sighed. "They were all throwing up their intestines." Wanda blinked rapidly. "Do you know..." She looked around as though checking to make sure no one was around. "Intestines are pinkish."
Rogue's smile froze. "Really? That's interesting. I never knew that, Wanda. Thank you for sharing it with me."
Wanda nodded and took a big bite out of her burger. Rogue raised a hand to warn Wanda that she had forgotten to take the paper off, but decided it was better to pretend she didn't notice. Rogue turned away and pointlessly opened and closed cabinets until she heard the kitchen door swing open. Scott stood in the doorway.
"Rogue? Why are you here? I thought Lance told you guys we were sick."
Rogue glanced at Wanda, who was still eating the paper on her burger. "Well, do you mind if we step outside, Wanda?" Rogue asked, already pushing Scott out the door.
"Was she eating the paper on her burger?" Scott asked in a low voice.
Rogue just looked at him as if amazed that he dare say it out loud. "Anyway. Jean and I got into a fight. I was halfway here when I realized I'd get caught in the storm, so I grabbed some burgers and came here."
"Well, it was a nice thought, but what if you get sick too?"
Rogue shrugged. "Then its one more reason I don't have to go back and put up with Jean's attitude."
Scott laughed. "I bet she's saying the same thing."
They both turned to watch Lance come down the stairs muttering profanity. He was carrying a basket full of laundry and glaring evilly at everything.
"Hey, Lance, Rogue brought food." Scott said with a grin.
"No." Lance growled. "No more food. They just keep puking. Don't give them any more." He kicked the basket and growled some more as he dragged it to the laundry room.
"He's in a pretty good mood. I don't think I've seen him this excited about anything." Scott joked.
Rogue blinked. Scott was cracking jokes about Lance's temper... Weird.
There was a loud clap of thunder and the lights flickered and died. "Oh great." Rogue heard Scott mutter, all jokes gone. Almost immediately following the thunder, there was a knock on the door. "Who would be out in this?"
He groped his way to the door and opened it. "Oh. Jean, what are you doing out in this storm? And what's on your shoulder?"
"Oh, Scott! I can't take it any more!" Jean threw herself in Scott's arms just as the lights came back on.
Scott pried Jean off and stepped back. "Why don't you come inside, Jean? It's a lot drier in here."
Jean didn't move. She was rooted to the spot and so furious she couldn't speak. Across the room, Rogue was also experiencing a complete muscle-lockdown, and it had nothing to do with Jean's mutant powers.
"Oh, look. It's a drowned rat." Wanda walked up to Jean, completely oblivious to the fact that she was standing in the No Man's Land between Jean and Rogue. "I had a pet rat once. It was dirty, so I tried to wash it. It looked like you do, only dead. Are you moving in?"
Scott noticed the bags that Jean had with her and inwardly groaned. "Look, Jean, I don't know if this is going to work."
Jean ignored Scott and calmly wrapped her arms around him. She planted the most serious kiss she could muster right on his lips. Scott almost died right there in her arms, but even though it was a moment he had only dreamt about, he couldn't help but notice with a pang of regret that Jean wasn't looking at him. She was staring right at Rogue, and not even the stars flashing around Scott's head could blind him to the dark malice radiating from her eyes.
Furor Paxx )
Chapter 27- Lady Malice
As Rogue walked towards away from the Xavier Mansion, she reviewed the past ten minutes detachedly. Why had she and Jean started fighting? Was it something she said? Rogue shook it off. It didn't matter anyway. Whatever the cause, she was right and she knew it so Jean could just go cry.
Unfortunately, Jean wasn't crying. She was planning. If Rogue was plotting to steal Scott from her while he was at the Brotherhood Mansion, then dammit, she was going to stop it all right now. Jean looked over the pile of clothes, CDs, posters and books on her bed and decided she had everything. She crammed as much of it as possible into two duffel bags and her bookbag and then set it all beside the door. She grabbed a lipstick from her purse and headed to Rogue's room.
It wasn't hard to tell which side of the room was Rogue's and which was Kitty's, mainly because Kitty had a few of the same posters as Jean and Jean couldn't even pronounce the names of some of the bands on Rogue's wall. Jean looked at her lipstick. Love's Revenge. Very appropriate, Jean decided and she set to work defacing Rogue's posters. She threw the lipstick tube on Rogue's bed when she was done and stepped back to admire her work. She smiled and went to her room to collect her bags. As they said, the writing was on the wall and it was time to fly the coop.
Meanwhile, Rogue stared up at the cloudy sky. It would rain soon, and though she wasn't as stupidly girlish as Kitty about getting wet, Rogue didn't want to walk all the way back to the Institute with wet clothes chafing her skin. She sighed dramatically and turned back towards home. It was just her luck to get stuck inside with Jean after they got into a fight.
Rogue brightened. She could just go to the Brotherhood Mansion and chill there 'til the storm blew past. Rogue did a few quick calculations and decided she could probably make it to the Brotherhood's place faster than Xavier's and besides, Lance or Scott could drive her back. Rogue decided and headed towards the Brotherhood Mansion, stopping by Fanny's Burger Palace on her way. Rogue had just made it to the front porch when the rain started pouring down. Perfect timing. Rogue knocked on the door and smiled when Wanda answered it.
"Beautiful day isn't it?" Rogue asked and waved the bags of fast food a little.
"Oh, yes." Said Wanda. "Everyone's sick and its raining now. I was kind of hoping you were Kaysin, but since you brought food, I guess you'll do."
Rogue put the bags down in the kitchen and let Wanda rummage through them. She called the Institute and told Kitty where she was and started going through the fridge for drinks.
"We had soda," Wanda sniffed a burger from the bag before setting it aside and staring mournfully at Rogue. "But its gone now."
"Ah," Rogue nodded slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements since Wanda was showing signs of moodiness. "That's too bad. None of the guys got any more?"
"No." Wanda sighed. "They were all throwing up their intestines." Wanda blinked rapidly. "Do you know..." She looked around as though checking to make sure no one was around. "Intestines are pinkish."
Rogue's smile froze. "Really? That's interesting. I never knew that, Wanda. Thank you for sharing it with me."
Wanda nodded and took a big bite out of her burger. Rogue raised a hand to warn Wanda that she had forgotten to take the paper off, but decided it was better to pretend she didn't notice. Rogue turned away and pointlessly opened and closed cabinets until she heard the kitchen door swing open. Scott stood in the doorway.
"Rogue? Why are you here? I thought Lance told you guys we were sick."
Rogue glanced at Wanda, who was still eating the paper on her burger. "Well, do you mind if we step outside, Wanda?" Rogue asked, already pushing Scott out the door.
"Was she eating the paper on her burger?" Scott asked in a low voice.
Rogue just looked at him as if amazed that he dare say it out loud. "Anyway. Jean and I got into a fight. I was halfway here when I realized I'd get caught in the storm, so I grabbed some burgers and came here."
"Well, it was a nice thought, but what if you get sick too?"
Rogue shrugged. "Then its one more reason I don't have to go back and put up with Jean's attitude."
Scott laughed. "I bet she's saying the same thing."
They both turned to watch Lance come down the stairs muttering profanity. He was carrying a basket full of laundry and glaring evilly at everything.
"Hey, Lance, Rogue brought food." Scott said with a grin.
"No." Lance growled. "No more food. They just keep puking. Don't give them any more." He kicked the basket and growled some more as he dragged it to the laundry room.
"He's in a pretty good mood. I don't think I've seen him this excited about anything." Scott joked.
Rogue blinked. Scott was cracking jokes about Lance's temper... Weird.
There was a loud clap of thunder and the lights flickered and died. "Oh great." Rogue heard Scott mutter, all jokes gone. Almost immediately following the thunder, there was a knock on the door. "Who would be out in this?"
He groped his way to the door and opened it. "Oh. Jean, what are you doing out in this storm? And what's on your shoulder?"
"Oh, Scott! I can't take it any more!" Jean threw herself in Scott's arms just as the lights came back on.
Scott pried Jean off and stepped back. "Why don't you come inside, Jean? It's a lot drier in here."
Jean didn't move. She was rooted to the spot and so furious she couldn't speak. Across the room, Rogue was also experiencing a complete muscle-lockdown, and it had nothing to do with Jean's mutant powers.
"Oh, look. It's a drowned rat." Wanda walked up to Jean, completely oblivious to the fact that she was standing in the No Man's Land between Jean and Rogue. "I had a pet rat once. It was dirty, so I tried to wash it. It looked like you do, only dead. Are you moving in?"
Scott noticed the bags that Jean had with her and inwardly groaned. "Look, Jean, I don't know if this is going to work."
Jean ignored Scott and calmly wrapped her arms around him. She planted the most serious kiss she could muster right on his lips. Scott almost died right there in her arms, but even though it was a moment he had only dreamt about, he couldn't help but notice with a pang of regret that Jean wasn't looking at him. She was staring right at Rogue, and not even the stars flashing around Scott's head could blind him to the dark malice radiating from her eyes.