Honest Mistakes 2

Yay for sequels! A handful of people said they liked the first one and would like to see it continued, so here it comes! The sequel to "Honest Mistakes."

RoguexScott, rated T, …still Rogue's POV. Oh yes, and this is an A/U fic.

Logan and Jean start to worry where Rogue and Scott have gone to.

"Logan," Jean's voice floated through the air with a slight melodic overtone. He turned almost too quickly, and when they met eyes, she asked, "Have you seen Scott? I've been looking for what seems like an hour and I can't find him…"

"Didja check the Danger Room?" Logan replied in his rugged voice.

She nodded. "He's not there," she added.

"Hmm…well I'll go ask the kids if they know where he's gone off to…" Logan growled, turning away again. Jean sighed, annoyed that Scott would suddenly disappear without warning.

Logan trudged down the hallways, looking scruffy as ever, and he turned a corner to find an out-of-breath Bobby jogging in the direction that he himself had just come from. "Have you seen Rogue?" he asked, thinking that if anyone, Logan would know where she was. This made his eyebrows jump. Both Scott and Rogue gone?

"No..I was coming to ask you if you happened to know where Cyke has gone off to," Logan replied.

Peter interjected, "His car and motorcycle are still in the garage," he twirled a set of keys around his fingers, "…just came from there myself."

"Huh. Well then Cyke's gotta be around here somewhere…" Logan mused to himself. "Thanks, Tin-man," he added aloud. Peter nodded and then slipped into his room after bidding good luck to the two.

So now that the Wolverine was thoroughly confused, he decided to head for the obvious: Rogue's room. It was just around the next corner, and although he assumed Bobby had already checked it, he went just incase she was avoiding her boyfriend. And when he came up on the door, he found it to be wide open. "Rogue?" I'd heard him call, sounding very authoritve. When he came in full view of the open doorway, his eyebrows rose rather unexpectedly.

"Rogue? What the hell happened?" He was no longer being sensitive.

I shuddered. The door had been left open, and surprisingly no one had passed by up 'til now. I'd heard Bobby farther down the hall telling Logan that he was looking for me, and that made me wonder why he didn't just come to my room in the first place. However, now that Logan had found me, things were about to get very bad, very fast. For starters, Scott was lying dead still on the floor, and it was becoming difficult to hear his breathing. I knew I hadn't killed him, or at least I hoped like hell I hadn't, but I couldn't exactly open my eyes at this point.

"Rogue, tell me what the hell happened in here," Logan demanded. I heard him take a step into the room, and then, to my misfortune, I heard Jean a ways down the hall as well.

Grand, I thought, what else can I screw up? It had been an accident. Scott and I came closer than either of us had consciously wanted to, but somehow we'd ended up practically making out before he fell unconscious. I shakily pushed myself off the bed to a sitting position, but I was still as far away from both Scott and the door as I possibly could be.

Jean came into the room. I could hear her: "Logan…what are you yelling about…?" her voice had trailed off. I knew she'd seen Scott.

"It was an accident," I cried; invisible tears floating over my skin. My eyes hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before, and my throat was burning from feeling like I needed to cry. I heard Jean come in, skirting around Scott and taking a seat beside me.

"Open your eyes Rogue," Logan spat, clearly disgusted and obviously jumping to conclusions.

Jean touched the side of my head, probably because she couldn't touch my shoulder without facing the same fate as Scott. She then attempted to console me, which really surprised me. She then said gently, "Can you open your eyes?" Why did these things always sound nicer coming out of a woman's mouth?

"No," I whispered, "I-I mean I probably can, but I don't want to because it still hurts like hell."

"Can you tell me what happened?" she whispered as she broke away from me and rose from the bed. I heard her over off to my left, probably checking on Scott.

Jean's fingers trailed over Scott's neck as she searched for a pulse. When she finally found one, she whispered, "Oh god…" However it sounded more like she'd merely sighed. The man was incredibly pale, and his pulse was extremely low.

I thought for a moment, Do I have to? Do I really have to tell you? And that's when Bobby showed up, breathlessly saying, "Rogue!" He sounded relieved, but he too fell silent as he saw Jean kneeling over the unconscious Scott on the floor. My room was turning into a crime scene rather quickly.

"Rogue, what happened?" Jean asked again, this time leaving off the 'can you tell me' bit. Great.

"We…we accidentally touched," I wasn't exactly telling the truth, but nor did I really want to with Bobby and Logan standing there.

"No…it had to have taken more than that," Bobby so kindly retorted. I silently snarled at him, gritting my teeth together.

I could feel their eyes on me, and that gave me no choice. I felt the color rise in my face, and if I enlightened this group on what had just taken place, I would probably be given a very kind label. They'd probably think it was immoral of me. And I was never good at lying, nor keeping the truth bottled up. "I kissed him," I finally sighed. Maybe, just maybe, I'd been overreacting.

"You did what, now?" Logan's voice cut through the air. If I'd been able to see him, there was no doubt in my mind that his mouth would have been hanging open to the slightest degree.

I heard someone walk off. Bobby, maybe? I couldn't hear anyone else. Just soft breathing.

"It was an accident," I explained quietly, "…that it went as far as it did. I didn't mean for him to..to pass out. He…he just said something and I felt like I needed to prove myself."

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"Scott! What the hell were you thinking? You're practically twice her age!" Jean was livid.

"It wasn't my fault, Jean. I called her 'kid' and next thing I know she's kissing me," he growled in response. His back was to Jean, who was pacing around the room and raving.

The two were back in their suite in the mansion, Scott's mutation had finally faded out of Rogue, and Scott had regained consciousness.

"And apparently you didn't bother to stop her," Jean replied matter-of-factly.

"Jean, come on. It's over and done with," he replied, calmer than before.

"Scott, because of what happened, the girl had your optic blasts, and if she wasn't as responsible as she is, she could have blown out a good portion of the mansion. You're just lucky you didn't die," Jean replied coldly. "And that's only talking about the situation itself. That's not even touching into how I feel about what happened."

That had stung at his heart. "Jean…you know I love you," he whispered, guilt showing on his face. He'd finally turned to face her.

"Scott," she threw a finger at his chest while at the same time he felt her telekinesis pushing against him, "if I ever catch something like this happening again, I will not take you back." She saw Scott beginning to object again, and she added sharply, "She may just be an 18 year old girl, but you have no idea how she's going to take that. An in all honesty, I am pissed that you would just let yourself go and do this."

"Jean. It was just a kiss," Scott replied calmly.

Her mouth fell open. "'Just a kiss'…oh you are in for it…" She growled to herself. Jean strode closer to him, and her hand fell on his neck. Instinctively their eyes fell closed and they kissed; however Jean broke away after they'd managed just a "taste" as she would have said. She then narrowed her eyes angrily, and Scott flew backwards and hit the wall with a heavy thud. "That was 'just a kiss,'" she breathed. Jean then turned and left the room; storming out the door with angry tears in the edges of her eyes. This left Scott alone in the room with his guilty conscience.

…However, had it really been so wrong to let Rogue prove herself?

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Scott wasted no time as he headed down the maze of halls as he headed for the garage. His keys were in his hand, and he was beyond ready to just blast off of the property and just sit somewhere in the moonlight; this so he could wallow in his own thoughts and think of a way to apologize to Jean. However, the one person Scott did not want to run into was the first person that spoke to him…

"Where you goin'?" I called after him.

Scott closed his eyes from behind his eyes and gave a sigh. I winced. He was obviously annoyed. Should'a thought twice about this…I thought regretfully. However, he turned just enough for me to see his face, and murmured, "Out." One simple word, and my gut fell.

"You're not goin' to kill yourself, are you?" I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

He laughed. "Hardly," he replied, turning around fully. It was good to see his smile again.

"Then why are you runnin' off?" I whispered, feeling horribly guilty.

"I can't stand to see Jean like this," he replied while pretending to be interested in anything but this conversation. I really and truly felt horrible about this situation, but what could I do? I took a few more steps to him, and finally came to a stop before him.

"I can't either…" I replied, remembering a particularly painful glare she'd given me not too long ago.

"Rogue…just –"

I raised myself on the balls of my feet and whispered to his ear, "I didn't regret it, though." And that's when I felt the tears coming back.

He stared at me; I couldn't read the expression, no thanks to the tears blurring my vision. "Hey…don't cry," he stated while smiling weakly, and brave as he is, he wiped the tears away with his thumb. Another skin to skin contact, but I didn't pull away. "I'll be back soon, I promise," he gave me another smile. For some reason, I couldn't trust that promise. And before I knew it, I'd thrown my arms around his neck, and was quietly crying into the shoulder of his jacket. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.

"You can't do this because of me…" I choked. Thank god there was no one else in the hallway. I just might have been burned on the stake if anyone else had seen us together.

"Rogue…Rogue—" he struggled to pull me away enough so he could look me in the eye. "This is my decision. Don't blame your self," he stated.

"It was my fault," I objected. My eyes were probably bloodshot by now.

"And again, you're wrong," he whispered. "And…stop crying," his voice was slightly aggravated. We stood there for what seemed like ages, although I couldn't meet his eyes. "You okay?" he finally questioned, breaking the silence.

I wiped the tears from my own eyes, and nodded a "yes" to him. But then something happened, and we were back at square one. And I guess he dropped his bag somewhere along the way, because both of his arms were around me, and mine were around his neck, and we were fighting mutant nature to stay together.

"I don't want to pass out again," he breathed.

"It's called self-control," I replied with a smile while looking to the glasses, and seeing my own, slightly glowing eyes reflected in them.

So again we were kissing; fleeting touches of our lips against each other's. My breath faltered, while his was heavy. However, this time around, the emotions flooded in much sooner, and I knew we weren't going to have the gracious time as we did before. Mentally I tried to suppress my powers, and it seemed to work for a bit. So how had we gotten there again? I'm not quite sure. Something about him, however, made me lose my breath. I inhaled sharply and pulled away; Scott was out of breath, probably due to my mutation drawing from his consciousness.

He then repeated, "I'll be back soon." And with that, he left, without another word, or any sign of emotion at all. No smile, no guilt, no regret. Just…emotionless. I think that about killed me, and forced out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

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Hours past. It was late in the evening. Scott sat in the interior of the sleek, low-lying blue car, eyeballing the scenery. His hands were folded behind his head, the radio had been turned all the way down, the AC was relatively low, and the hum of the quieting engine vibrated in the air. He sighed, let his hand fall on the console, and then his fingers formed to a fist. He turned the keys, throwing the car to life, and sighed, "Either way, Jean's gonna kill me."