A/N: I have the memory of a goldfish. No, worse than a goldfish. I swore I'd update, and then I forgot. I have an excuse for not updating everything like I'd promised, honest. I got swamped by schoolwork (leaving six essays until the last minute does things to a person), and have only just caught up with everything. But I am writing for updates, and I've done a couple of small one-shots between essays. So there :P
I'm not so sure on this chapter. It's generally a filler chapter, and to introduce some other characters, but I don't really like it.
Gonna shut up now before the author's note becomes longer than the chapter.
Wrong Side of Right
Chapter 7
A knock at her door stirred Marie from her sleep and she groggily turned her head to the alarm clock on the table beside it. She realised slowly that she and the girls had been home for about two hours, and as soon as she'd managed to make her way into her room, she had dumped her purchases onto the floor and passed out onto her bed – and it was time for dinner now.
Slowly, she pushed herself up from the bed, one hand resting lightly on her stomach as she stretched and yawned – before picking her way through the sea of bags from the earlier shopping expedition – and pulled the door open.
Logan stood there, giving her a small smile and studying her careful
"You alright Stripes?" he asked "You look pale."
"Hours shopping with the girls would do that to a pregnant woman." She said tiredly, rubbing sleep from one eye, she noted she was missing her gloves – but doubted anyone would try to get close anyway. "Is dinner ready? I need something to eat." Logan smiled, and nodded, grasping Rogue's covered shoulder as she stepped from her room and closed the door
"That's what I'm getting you for." He told her. She smiled up at him tiredly, and allowed him to steer her yawning form to the dining room.
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As Logan entered the large dining room with Marie in tow – the entire room descended into silence. It took mere seconds before the whispering set up, and it was quickly hidden by normal chatter, though few tried to hide the looks they gave Marie as she allowed Logan to steer her past all of them to sit beside him at the teacher's table.
Ororo greeted them with a smile when they got there
"Rogue," she said pleasantly, gesturing to a chair for her to sit in "Did you sleep well?" her eyes flickered over Marie's pale face
"Ah slept faine, thanks Storm." Marie replied, sliding into the seat. She sent a frosty glare to the students staring at her, and they hurriedly turned back to their meals.
"Rogue, let me introduce you to the teaching staff." Ororo said as Marie helped herself to the food on the table, she nodded, raising her head slightly to eye the unfamiliar people.
"This," Ororo gestured to a silver haired young man "Is Pietro Maximoff, he's teaching Maths. His sister, Wanda, is teaching Art and English with me. The young man on the end is Remy LeBeau, he's teaching French, Kurt's teaching German, those two," she gestured to a man with deep red hair and horns who had a small, extremely tattooed young woman wrapped in his arms "Are Ross Bradford and his fiancée Hayleigh Thames, they're teaching Chemistry and Geography. You met Aaron earlier, and I trust Logan has told you what he's teaching." Marie nodded, saying quick hellos to the teaching staff, which they returned easily. She started to eat her meal, and turned her head to look at Ororo.
"Is there anything you want me to help teach?" she asked. Ororo smiled
"Perhaps you'd like to help Wanda teach her English class." She suggested "That was your best subject whilst you were a student here." Marie grinned, nodding her head to the dark haired Goth opposite her, and returned to her meal.
She finished soon afterwards – not really feeling as hungry as she had thought, she had left most of her meal, and quickly excused herself from the table, gesturing to Logan that he was to stay seated and finish his own meal. She entered the foyer, a gentle smile on her face as she felt that she could quickly settle back into life at the Institute, when the front doors opened, and she raised her head, the smile fading quickly as she saw who entered.
Bobby was holding the door open for a tall, perfect looking blonde woman in a tiny white skirt and matching cashmere top. She knew instantly that the woman was Emma Frost – and instantly felt her happy mood sink.
"That was a wonderful dinner, Bobby." Emma giggled, landing a long, suave kiss on Bobby's lips. "And the bracelet is beautiful!"
"Anything for you, babes." Bobby replied huskily, closing the doors and taking the woman's arm "Saturday I've got reservations for us at – Rogue!" his voice raised in volume as he turned shocked eyes onto his ex-girlfriend, the eyes growing wider as they landed on her stomach. And Rogue paled dramatically, turning on one heel and fleeing up the stairs, pounding through the halls until she reached her bedroom, slamming the door shut and then collapsing onto the bed, tears streaming from her eyes.