Chapter Nine
Rory looked in each oven carefully. None of the cookies were going to be very good. Most of the kids hadn't rolled them enough and Rory had been to tired to worry about correcting them. Storm wouldn't be happy that these kid's cookies were going to be as yummy as eating raw dough… that in the correct setting can be quite enjoyable. It probably wasn't going to be a good audition for a job as a teacher but Rory was to tired to worry about it right now. She would volunteer to redo the work shop next week.
Bobby looked into the kitchen hopefully but looked crest fallen to see Rory sitting on the counter on her own. "Thanks," She scoffed before yawning.
"Sorry," Bobby said coming into the kitchen, "Just…have you seen Rogue lately?"
Rory thought over the question and her day so far, "Uh not since last night, why?"
"I haven't seen her all day and neither has Peter or Kitty, I am starting to get worried."
"I doubt she has gotten that far." Rory comforted. Bobby leaned against the counter. "You really like her don't you?" Rory asked Bobby looked up at the question.
"Well, yeah." He answered simply.
"How did you know?" Rory asked.
Bobby shrugged. "Didn't…"
"Thanks you are a big help," He laughed quietly.
"Well, sorry, I am going to look out in the garages." Rory nodded. The music video flow on the small T.V. that rested on the top of the fridge switched to a News flash.
"Havoc has broken out in this local clinic where Worthington Labs have been distributing the cure to willing Mutants. Though everything started calmly enough protesters arrive shortly after the opening and have been giving the police a considerable amount of trouble. Here is our own Lisa Lee at the scene…."
Rory looked at Bobby who was staring at the T.V. "You don't think…" Rory asked pointing at the T.V.
"I dunno I am going to go down there and see if she is there. Can you tell Storm for me?"
"Yeah sure, be careful Bobby,"
There was no response he was already gone.
Storm ran a hand through her hair. "I can believe there even is a cure. We don't need a cure, we aren't a disease!" She fumed looking down at the papers she had been marking when Rory had come in. "Do you want the cure?" She asked looking at Rory.
Rory shrugged thinking over the question, "I mean a few years ago defiantly, without a doubt but now I am more secure with my mutation, I wouldn't want to change." Storm nodded at her answer. "But by that token, if I was Rogue I might be making the same decision."
"I don't know how I can help a girl who can't ever have real human contact."
"I don't think you can," Rory said. "Well I better get back to the cookies in the kitchen, just thought I would tell you were Bobby was."
"Thanks Rory," With that Rory left.
