Oh, god, almost died in Geography lesson and the maths lesson was a plain killer session. Well, I hope I can finish this fic fast…homework piling up like Mount Everest. Oh, and thanks for the comments Lina…you always seem to review so fast…
Well, anyway, I think I've been doing way too much of Lance and Kitty that I almost ran out of juices already. I've decided to do a Rogue chappie this time and about Scott, I think I'll not make him seem all THAT evil. But of course, I'll put in Lancitty too, but a little lesser this time till I recharge my batteries completely. (This chap is an extract from the comic but I'll change it, duh!)
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"And you keep doin' that until they're breathing on their own again. Any questions?" Logan mumbled gruffly.
Scott and Jean were practicing on a CPR session. Well, we all know what the heck CPR stands for, don't we? Kissing, in another words.
"Ooh, can the fuzzy man give it a try?" Kurt laughed along with Spyke.
Rogue turned away, a very moody look on her face. And hopefully, Scott and Jean would realize that.
Wolverine said, "I think it's safe t' say she's breathin' again, Cyke."
Scott pulled away from Jean, "Uh…"
Jean sat up, a finger on Scott's lips, "Don't say a word. Yours thoughts are defending."
Kurt asked, "Vhat's CPR again? I don't think I caught it just now…"
Evan butted in and said, "Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation."
Rogue stuck a tongue out, watching Scott helped Jean up, "More like Connivingly perfect redheads."
"And that's not all too…it also jump-starts the-."
Scott questioned, "You got a problem, Rogue?"
"I think I've got a few…Not all of us here are faultless, you know." She stomped off and out of the Danger Room.
"What's eating her, anyway?" Evan asked.
"She can't do CPR," Kurt pointed out, "She can't touch anyone without hurting them."
Jean sighed, "Must be pretty hard on Rogue…"
Rogue leaned against the locker door, as she peeked on Scott and Jean talking. Occasionally, when Jean laughed or even let out a warm smile, rogue would frown and get all upset and stuff.
Principal Darkholme, which was very much the Mystique in the good and popular lady look, happened to walk past and caught Rogue in a daze. And realized in less than half a split second; She had a thing for Scott Summers.
Smiling, Mystique just knew what she could do. No big harm in letting an extra member in the house, right?
She changed her form to Kurt and stepped out, next to Rogue, who had her arms crossed.
"So, how's it going anyway?" "Kurt" asked.
"Yeah, uh…um, I, uh," Rogue wasn't really a big help to "Kurt's" question.
"Kurt" laughed, "Looking at Scott?"
Rogue jump-start-ed, "What…are you talking about, Kurt?"
"You got a reasonable competitor too. I saw the way you vatched him. It's too obvious, Rogue."
Rogue nodded while "Kurt" continued, "And he vould never care even if you died in a battle so long Jean is around."
"That ain't true, Kurt." Rogue said.
"Isn't it? Look at em', Rogue, and wake up. He's going ga-ga over her…"
"Ah know…but he does care about other people…an' he's also very nice to me too."
"Dream on, Rogue. I'm Scott best friend and I know him better than you do. Trust me," "Kurt" walked off, waving a hand in the air.
Changing back into Principal Drakholme, Mystique smiled, "This is going to be much easier than I thought…much, much easier."
Kitty scrubbed the kitchen walls hard; sweat dripping down the side of her face and neck. "How can they stand living in such a messy and dirty dump?" She cursed.
Lance came walking in, grabbing a bottle of coke from the fridge and took a drink. He shifted her gaze to Kitty and felt oddly bad. Here he was, drinking and watching TV with the other guys while Kitty slogged her way, washing, mopping and cleaning up after them.
"Hey, Kitty." Lance bent down next to her.
Kitty smiled back, wiping her face clean, "Yeah, hey back at you."
Lance gave his coke to Kitty, "Here, have some."
Kitty took a quick mouthful and said, "That's, like, enough already."
Lance pulled his ripped jeans up, and grabbed a piece of cloth hanging at the edge of the sink. "I'll help, if you don't mind me."
Kitty nodded, "Finally."
Lance stole at least five million looks at Kitty. No one ever told him liking someone could really be so nice.
Well, it was nice while it lasted until mystique came stomping in, shouting, "Up, all of you, lazy-bones. We have work to do!"
All of the Brotherhood members came dashing up and out.
"Uh, hey, Mystique, what can we do for you?" Toad asked lamely.
"Today's lesson. Psychological Warfare." Mystique hissed softly, her voice dangerous.
"Um, what is Phy…Phys, uh, psycha, what?" Fred had difficulty trying to say the words right.
"Who?" Kitty wanted to cut into the question straight.
"Rogue," Mystique's eyes were dark and evil looking.
"Rogue? C'mon, we'd have better luck kissing up to a sucking viper." Lance exclaimed.
"I don't think they call her Rogue because she is super-social, you know. She hates everyone!" Pietro said.
Toad said, "Yeah. And ain't she all clammy with them X-Men?"
"Trust me…by the time I'm done and finished with her, she won't want anything to do with those brats…" Mystique said.
Next day…Bayville High School…
"Rogue, stop staring like that already. He's bound to notice some day." Jean said.
Rogue got a little shock and jerked up. She was watching Scott read at another table and when "Jean" got behind her, she didn't know.
"Sorry, I didn't see…you, Jean."
"I'm not surprised. You only see little flying hearts around his head more than anything these days. Honestly, girlfriend," "Jean" said, "I'm only saying this because I don't want you too embarrassed. If you don't snap out of this soon, I don't know what else can I say."
Jean smiled as she placed a hand on Rogue's shoulder, "See?" She pointed at Scott, "Look at him, Rogue. Do you think you can even stand a chance? A silly goth sophomore he can't even touch?"
She whispered, "Honestly, if he's nice to you, it's only because he pities you. He feels just sorry for you. We all do, Rogue…we all do…"
She waved and walked off as Fred came out. "Ain't popular make people like you sick?"
"Huh?" Rogue glared at him, "Get lost, Fred."
Fred tried to be friendly, "Look, you may think we Brotherhood are bad but we really ain't THAT lousy. We're just not as flashy as your insti…uh, whatever, but we at least ain't two-faced."
Rogue breathed deeply. "I don't know."
"Just give it a shot, Rogue. Me and them others just don't wanna see you getting slimed by that soccer star clique queen Jean."
"Yeah, right."
"I gotta get to my locker for class already. See you around Rogue." Fred said.
And leaving Rogue to wonder what she really needs…
Later on, at Study Hall…
Pietro sat at the table opposite Rogue's and signaled to Mystique, who changed herself into Scott.
"Oh, hiya, Scott." Rogue said, as she saw Scott come in, a book under his arm.
"Listen up, Rogue. I'm not going to beat around the bush and I'm only going to say this once."
"Scott" leaned down a bit and said quietly, "You're a good kid, rogue, but I really pity you. You think you can beat Jean? And that idea of me even hooking up with you makes me laugh. Remember this…never let them know you care."
Pietro jumped up and grabbed at "Scott's" sweatshirt. "Leave her alone, Summers!"
"Touch me again, Pietro, and you'll regret it." "Scott" said.
"Scott, no! Don't do it!" Rogue tugged at his sleeve.
"Scott" walked off, as Pietro said, "Thanks for that one, Rogue. But really, I find it's just best of you ignore that goon."
"I…ah don't know what's gotten in t' him. He's usually not like this."
"Wow. You're really a good friend, Rogue, defending him right till the end. Pity there isn't more like you." Pietro said, "Hey, and maybe you can stop by our place for a while some time. We really are a mess there but we're all good people inside, trust me."
Rogue nodded, "Ah'll think bout' it."
Midnight, Rogue gathered her things and stuffed them all into a small, plain, bag.
Grabbing a photo of everyone there, Rogue left the X-Men and the institute.
Coming face to face with her was the boarding house.
Before she could get a step in, the door was thrown open and Pietro and all the rest came out. Kitty felt a little bad but at least, there'll be yet another lady in the house with her in the future.
If only she knew better…
Rogue was pushed into the house and onto the couch. "Ah…ah'll be staying here for awhile, if y' don't mind me and-."
Mystique came out. "Of course, my dear, it's all right."
"I'm so glad you're here, Rogue. Please, make yourself comfortable, and tell us something about yourself."
Rogue sat down, saying, "Uh, well, let's see…I live in, uh…I like the color black and I-."
Rogue gave up halfway. "I…I really don't have much to talk about and it's been a pretty bad week, you see."
Mystique said, "Yes, I can already imagine it all. You've been with people who would never understand you and they'll never appreciate who you really and truly are inside."
"Remember, never let them know you care, Rogue…"
Rogue had heard that sentence before. "Wha…what did you just say?"
"It's a little philosophy of mine that served me well over the years…"
Pietro gulped, "Uh, what she meant was, um, uh, slip-ups…"
Rogue jumped up from her seat, "It was all you! You! Scott never believed we should hide our feelings! That was all you! And Kurt, Jean too…how could you…?"
Rogue dashed for the door but Pietro blocked her only exit. "Sorry, Rogue. Psychological warfare time over. Now, it's time to get physical…"
"Fine by me, then!" Rogue removed her gloves and touched Pietro, absorbing his memories and powers.
She dashed past Fred, Toad, whom stuck his green tongue out and even Lance, which smashed all the floorboards up.
Mystique blocked her way, changing herself into Scott. "Rogue, darling, don't be rash…"
Rogue slapped her face, "Don't you dare, you!"
Rogue absorbed some of Mystique's powers, throwing her out cold and ran for the door.
Kitty jumped up and slammed the door, feeling she had to help, "Don't, Rogue. Please…"
Rogue couldn't care less She pushed Kitty aside, also absorbing her too and phased through the door and out.
Kitty fell on her knees on the ground and passed out.
Lance carried Kitty up, letting her lie on his chest. "Kitty…"
He knew that Rogue's powers would wear off soon but he cared still…
He really liked her, simple as that.
Rogue went back to the same institute she left less than two hours ago.
And all she said to herself was, "I'm back…as an X-Men."