Chapter 11

"Ah heard ya. Ah'm not an x-man anymore, wasn't when Ah got here. Ah just found out Ah could touch, and at least if Ah join the team it'll annoy the shit outta Magneto and Sabretooth. Does that give you your answer?"

Beaming, the psycho-but-loveable Saint John Allerdyce said, "Welcome to the Acolytes." Then, "Does this mean you didn't find Bobby repulsive?"

"Believe meh John, Ah'd fuck any of ya- meaning in the room, not all Acolytes- than Bobby any day o' the week. An' don't even think 'bout makin' some smartass remark 'bout that meanin' Remy's not special or Ah'll personally insure ya don't live to be 18."

"…But my birthday's in 2 days."

"Ah know. Which is why ya better be careful." John just mumbled something about southerners and then shut up.

"Well, time to leave Gambit's apartment and get to headquarters. You are soluckyIcangetyouin. Ihavesome persuasivepowersovermyfather." Pietro was thrilled to finally have someone to understand him. He was trying to slow down for her until he remembered he didn't need to. It was great.

"Ok." Nobody moved. "Ya'll heard him, we're gettin' out a here and goin to where ya normally stay. An' stop staring at meh like that, it's rude." They left, Piotr riding with Pietro, Rogue riding with Remy, and John driving his own car. Rogue enjoyed riding on Remy's motorcycle much more this time, possibly because she was conscious. She'd surprised them all with her knowledge of bikes, then continued to amaze them when she saw Pietro's corvette and liked it for more than just the looks and the fact it was a convertible. The engine was spectacular, and it had a very cool custom paint job that, judging by the convincing flames, John had something to do with.

Once they'd arrived at the base Rogue almost died of shock. This place was even bigger than the mansion, and it was pure metal. It was foreboding, and the location was isolated enough that if someone did stumble upon it they'd probably assume it was a prison. When they walked in she had a feeling of being cut off, like some connection she'd had was just broken. Shaking her head, she accredited it to post traumatic stress. She had no idea that it was more than that.

"Um, stay out here." Rogue hadn't even noticed that she'd been following Pietro, and they were now standing outside of a large metal door. Looking around the halls, she saw it was bigger than the others. Magneto's office, that was what it had to be. Absently, she took a strand of white hair and wrapped it around her finger. The others went in, and she remained outside, wondering what was going on inside.

"Um, father…"

"Yes? It had best be importance, you entered without warning and you've been warned about that before." If it was anyone besides his son they wouldn't have gotten a warning, or a chance to explain.

"Well, uh, you see…" Now Magneto was getting nervous. His son was speaking at a normal pace and no one else was even looking at him.

"Sir, Gambit has recruited someone else that may have valuable information about the x-men," John sounded professional for once in his life.

"Oh really? And who might that be?"

"…Rogue," Gambit said, clearly intimidated by the man in front of him. No one wanted to be on Magneto's bad side, and this could very well qualify him to be there.

"Why would Rogue want to join us if not to get information from us for Charles?"

"Uh, Gambit found 'er, um, wanderin' 'round hurt. 'pparently she did sometin the x-men not so happy 'bout, said she ain't one any more."

"Yeah, I mean, you don't just go jump in bed with your enemy to get information!" John attempted to be helpful. The master of magnetism raised an eyebrow.

"She can touch?"

"Not sure 'bout everybody but she can touch Gambit, dat's for sure."

"If it's certain she's not a spy she could be a valuable asset to the team. She can stay, but will be watched very carefully. If she's not as bitter towards the x-men as you all believe you, Gambit, will personally be held responsible. Do you understand Mr. LeBeau?"

"Perfectly." Damn, he hoped Rogue hadn't been lying. What his punishment would be if she wasn't was not something Gambit wanted to think about, let alone actually face. Soon after Gambit responded the Acolytes were dismissed along with one final sentence from Magneto.

"Enjoy telling Victor, boys."

Outside, Rogue had been bored out of her mind. Eavesdropping, she knew without trying, would be futile. Most things she could hear through. 3 foot thick soundproof metal doors were one of the exceptions. So she'd been leaning against a wall when the others exited. She didn't show the eagerness she felt, nor did she ask them the verdict.

"Roguey, you're home!" John yelled. She grinned slightly.

"So, boys, where's mah room?"

"Well, you have several options. One is next to-"

"ME!"

"-Creed. Another's next to-"

"ME!"

"-Piotr, and the last one's next to-"

"ME!"

"…John."

"PICK ME!"

"Hmm, I think I'll go with-"

"ME! ME! ME!"

"Piotr."

"NOOOOOO! Wait a minute, the only empty room next to Piotr is also next to me! BUAHAHAHA! I WIN! SHE PICKED ME OVER ALL OF YOU!" No one said anything, letting John enjoy his moment of dillusional success. Rogue was the first to say something.

"Hey, John?"

"Yes, milady?"

"…What are you high on?"

"Meet me in my room tonight and I might share some with you."

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't make me switch to Sabretooth."

"You wouldn't do that, you have to share a bathroom with whoever's on you're right side."

"Damn it, I hate it when people prove my threats can't happen." Well. This could be very interesting. Who would have thought John would be so interesting. Everyone, admittedly, but it was still amusing to Rogue. If only Bobby could see her now. He'd probably kill someone. Well, if she didn't catch him and kill him first.

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