Title: A Spark Of Good From The Burn Of Evil
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I own Ashley, nothing more. Just the idea.
Spoilers: X1, X2, X3
Summary: Your past is the blueprint for your future. Rogue knew this better than anyone. Future fic. Ryro, slight RoLo, Bobby/Rogue vibes.
Most characters will have a slight bit of OOC, but given the storyline, I don't know how they'd react to this situation.
I changed a few things from the movie, so it's possible AU.
PLEASE DONT ALL DESRT ME! THAT LAST CHAPTER IS THE ONLY STEAMY BIT IN THE WHOLE THING, AND THE REST OF THIS GOES DOWN HILL FROM THERE...(own opinion)...I'D FEEL REALLYBAD FOR GETTING ALL YOU'RE HOPES UP THEN DASHING THEM...
The Present
"Mommy!" A vigorous shaking woke the sleeping form of 25 year old Marie D'Ancanto from her peaceful slumber.
"Mommy, wake up!"
Marie rolled over and found herself staring into the emerald green yes of her 5 year old daughter, Ashley.
Ashley Jean D'Ancanto stood at her mother's bedside dressed in purple Winnie the Pooh pajamas and Eeyore slippers. Her shoulder length dirty blond hair stuck out ever which way and her wide doe eyes told Marie that she'd been up for quite a while. After all, she was a three foot tall bundle of energy.
"Mommy! Get Up!" The persistent whining coming from the little girl, accompanied by a sharp tug on the arm eventually get mommy upright.
"I'm up. I'm up." Marie reassured as Ashley bolted out the bedroom with a thump thump thump down the stairs to the kitchen.
Marie ran a hand through her matted hair as she adjusted to the Mississippi sunrise seeping through the windows of her bedroom.
The June sun was warm as it bathed the room with an almost white glow. Neighbourhood children could be heard laughing and screaming as the occasional dog bark would break in.
Marie stood from her bed and advanced towards the window. Not a cloud hung in the sky to impede the vast amount of baby blue perfection.
"Mommy!" Marie turned to see her daughter in the doorway again.
"I'm hungry." She held up a spoon to emphasize her point.
Marie came around the where her daughter stood.
"Well then, let's get breakfast."
Ashley squealed then took her mothers hand and pulled her down the stars.
Hand, you say? It was revealed only a few hours after birth that Ashley had developed some sort of resistance to her mother's power. Rogue was relieved. Throughout her pregnancy, Rogue feared she wouldn't be able to touch her child. Studies have shown that physical contact is beneficial to both mother and child. But with being untouchable, how would this affect her child. It seems her fears were unnecessary when the newborn latched on to her mother's finger.
Doctor Sarah Moore of Livingston Mutant Hospital had exclaimed to have never seen anything like it, but had given a possible explanation.
Apparently, the antigens that made up the protein structure of Rouge's cells reversed when combined with that of the father, wherein making them incompatible. The result was a polar opposite DNA makeup, allowing a child to be developed.
"Okay," Marie directed towards Ashley, who was now at the kitchen table. "What would you like? Cheerios or Honeycombs?"
"Cheerios."
Marie rolled her eyes. Cheerios were always Ashley's favourite. Even as a toddler, she'd take a fist full from Uncle Logan's bowl, when he would visit, and put them in front of her and chow down. Logan would mind though.
Logan loved that little girl. He was in the delivery room when his surrogate niece was born. He was the only X-Men present. Actually, he was the only one who even knew about the pregnancy.
No, he wasn't the father, but he was the closest thing to a father that Rogue had. It would only make sense that he be present. He was the only one who she wanted to reveal about the pregnancy.
Of course, she didn't want to tell him, but knowing each other for so long, he could read her like a book. She spilled her guts when he said 'You okay, kid?' He knew everything…all except who the father was.
That Marie would take to the grave…But then again, everything about the youngster screamed his name. The blond throughout her hair. The dark green eyes. The innocent, yet mischievous smile. The temper tantrums she occasionally through. But the dead giveaway was the way she watched candles.
It was obvious.
Author's Note: Gee…who's the father? ;) I wonder… I also have no scientific background. The medical jargon is just mumble-jumble…that's why it makes no sense. Props to my sister for the doctor's name, the hospital, and the scientific jargon…altho, it's mostly fake…
