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Rosie...
She was 5'9"…maybe 3 or 4 inches shorter than her boyfriends, yet tall enough to be a dancer. Her name was Rosalee Domolohov, age: 18. Passions: Literature, theater, dance, and an obsession with watching fire.
She sat in the empty ballroom of the X-complex- a room that was usually set aside for all school functions. She managed to get the key from Scott, when he haphazardly (or perhaps purposely) left it on his desk.
The room, to her, looked like that of a ballroom with a huge dance floor in the middle. Staring at it, she could recall every step she had made the night before it all happened… Before the invasion; before the kidnapping of her boyfriend.
A tear slipped from her eye as she stepped onto the hardwood floor. The toe of her shoe making a soft tap on the ground. Soon, the music of ages past filled her head, as she rhythmically performed the ballroom dance that she and choreographed to go with it. In the darkness of the room she imagined that there were people all around, watching her and her partner glide gracefully across the floor. She didn't even notice when someone stepped into the room, onto the corner of the floor. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be gliding faster and faster until she stopped, sinking to the floor sobbing.
"Why," she said lightly, her voice revealing even more of a Russian accent than she would normally allow showing. Her face sunk to her thigh and she sat there sobbing.
"Rosie," the voice said- definitely Scott," Things all happen for a reason though."
Rosie's head shot up, she hadn't realized that she wasn't alone," I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be in here."
"No worries, as a matter of fact, it was Professor Xavier's idea for me to leave the keys in a place where you could get to them easily, so you would have a chance to… well… he knew that this is what you needed."
Rosie stood up, shaking her head," I need to take up dancing with a partner- you don't understand how hard it is to lose your best friend… your dance partner to some god-damned kidnappers."
"Who told you that John was kidnapped?" Scott said, moving over to a table and sat down on one of the chairs," Sit down,"
Rosie moved over to the chair and sat down," Bobby told me that… He told me that Magneto and that blue chick kidnapped John."
"Bobby lied… Rosie, I hate to break it to you, but he just left… with Magneto and Mystique. Logan had scented it out after we got out of the building and mentioned it on the plane."
Rosie's face turned bright red with fury.
"Rosie, I am sure that you never even crossed his mind."
"Oh, I can almost guarantee it," she said, spite filling her voice. "God, how could I have been so stupid." She buried her face in her hands.
Scott rested his hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair," You weren't stupid, darling, he was. Don't blame yourself for his idiocy."
"How can I not though, I mean it's not just that, it's the fact that I allowed myself to believe the he actually cared for me… cared about me. It was stupid of me to do that- I allow myself to get attached to people who could care less about me." Rosie looked up at Scott," I'm sorry, I shouldn't be spilling my heart out to you."
"Don't worry about it, I really don't mind. Tell me what happened that night."
Rosie nodded then recited it as she saw it from her memory, a memory she had replay in her mind every night:
She was standing there in the ballroom; those were the days when the rooms were unlocked. It was 3 in the morning; she's had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach most of the night. Bobby had just left the room- the two of them having finished fighting about how his brother, Ronny, would react if he found out they were mutants. Bobby took the "He'll do nothing," stance while Rosie, as always took the "He'll flip out and do something stupid," position.
Rosie had made the most convincing argument judged by the way that Bobby stormed out- most likely heading to the kitchen to pig out on ice cream. Rosie danced around the floor for a few minutes before she heard a rumbling outside. Figuring it was a thunderstorm, and not being exactly amused by them, she headed out of the room, patting Tommy, in front of the TV, on the head saying," Hey kiddo." Then proceeding to the room she shared with Jubilation Lee.
It only took her a few minutes after she had lain down in bed to grasp what was really occurring. She had heard the clomping of combat boots down the halls, and the voices of a man yelling a command. Jubilee's eyes had since opened and she was sitting straight up in bed, a frightened look on her face. All hell broke loose when Siryn yelled. Both of them clamped their hands over their ears and darted into the hall. Rosie saw John dart out of his and Bobby's room and she yelled after him," John!"
John turned around and smiled," Get the little ones out, I have to do something else," Rosie let out a gasp of exasperation as John charged off. Pete had darted from Siryn and Kitty's room, holding Siryn who was still screaming. Peter looked at Rosie and mouthed," Where to?"
"The escape route," she mouthed back then looked around at all the panic and darted towards the tunnel, urging the other kids to follow her. They got on what seemed to be a clear path when military men came pummeling thought the window, right after the turn they needed to get to the tunnel.
Logan seemed to appear from nowhere, growing, turning his head slightly to speak to the stunned group of children," Go, get as far away as you can." Logan said then turned back.
They filed around the corner headed to the tunnel, Tommy, the little boy who had been watching TV earlier that night, had tugged on Rosie's shirt and she lifted his up to carry him, walking bristly into the tunnel, not looking back.
"I should have looked back, I heard John's voice, I could have convinced him to come with." Rosie said, her arms wrapped around herself, trying to stay calm.
"You wanted to keep the young ones safe. Rosie, it's time to move on," he looked at her with a purely sympathetic look on his face.
"I suppose you're right, I just don't know if I can."
"You can, I promise… Here come with me," Scott said, standing up, grabbing Rosie's hand and pulling her with to a stereo where he hit play, and the music lightly filled the room. He led her onto the dance floor and they floated across the wooden planks.
When the music finally ended, Rosie spoke," You are an amazing dancer."
"Well, believe it or not, professors can dance, too… Well some of us." He laughed a little," Are you still planning on teaching here next year?"
Rosie nodded," Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too."
Scott walked over and turned off the music then walked over to Rosie and grabbed her hand," After you graduate… would you like to go out on a date?"
