She stood in front of the mirror putting the last of her earrings in her
ears. Jean had pierced them all eight times, all on the same day. It was
right after Logan had left. They still sort of hurt, but the pain didn't
bug her. She had experienced worse.
Rogue sighed.
She still couldn't believe Jean was gone.
It had been one whole week. No one had really gotten over the shock.
Poor Scott.
She had held his hand in the Oval Office when the pain was fresh. She had given his had an extra squeeze when the word "casualties" arose in the conversation. Scott was like a father to her. Jean was like her mother. Rogue had told them things she would have never told her real parents. The three were real close. That's why she has spent most of her time making sure Scott was ok.
Aside from teaching he never left his room. She brought him his meals and finally convinced him to shave off the shabby stubble that had crept onto his face.
With her earrings in place, she did one last once over. She wore tight, dark faded jeans and a black t-shirt complete with a matching set of black arm length gloves and a scarf. Her hair was piled on top of her head held up with about thirty bobby pins and about half a can of hairspray. She grabbed her gray book bag, and headed to class.
"Hey, kid." Logan said as she passed his room.
His door was wide open.
"Hey." She replied walking in casually.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
" I get first period off."
"And Bobby?"
"He isn't so lucky."
Logan chuckled as he made room for her on his bed. She took the offered seat next to him.
"It's nice to get a chance to talk to you. You're always with Scott, and those rare moments that you aren't, you are with Bobby, or off in your own little world. Are you all right?"
Rogue thought about the question for a moment. She opened her mouth to answer, but hesitated.
"No." she admitted, "I put on a brave face for Scott's sake, but I am scared to death."
"Scared?"
"Jean was like a mom, not only to me, but to everyone else. What will happen to us now? That and....."
Logan held her hand, encouraging her to go on.
"And what?"
"John left with Him. John's mind is already corrupted, who knows what will happen with Magneto's encouragement? I miss them both so much."
Rogue tried her best not to cry. She hated crying in front of him.
"I miss them too. Well, not so much Pyro, I never really knew him, but..."
"I know. Listen, I better go to class now, beat the rush, you know?"
They both stood up.
They will still holding each other's hand.
Rogue snapped her hand back, and Logan did the same.
They stood there for one awkward moment.
"Bye." Rogue whispered.
"Bye."
She almost ran out of his room, embarrassed that her cheeks were flushed. She slowed down about three rooms from Logan's, Her heart was racing and she was short of breath. It wasn't from the running either. She knew what this feeling was. She only got this way around Bobby. What was happening to her?
A knock at the front door made Rogue stop in mid-thought. She almost believed it hadn't happened. It was a loud clunk in almost an urgent fashion.
It happened again.
She cautiously walked to door looking around to see if anyone was near.
Just her.
She shivered, suddenly cold, as scenes from cheesy horror movies flashed before her mind. She opened the door.
The frail form of Jean Grey collapsed on her.
Rogue screamed.
"Scott!!" She yelled, "Scott!!!"
His classroom was nearby. She prayed that he had heard.
Jean clutched on to Rogue's arm, digging in with her fingered as if her very life depended on it.
"Rogue." Jean whispered.
Veins were bulging out of her face.
It took Rogue a moment to realize that one of Jean's fingers was touching the skin that showed between her glove and her shirt sleeve on her right arm.
Rogue couldn't push her off. She fell backwards on to the ground in effort.
"Scott!! Somebody!!!" she screamed, "Help!"
The sweet sound of footsteps sounded down the hall.
"Rogue? Jean!!"
Scott Summers pulled Jean off of Rogue and held the deathly pale redhead in his arms.
Logan helped Rogue to her feet.
"Kid, are you all right?" he asked her as he steadied her.
She didn't answer.
"Rogue?"
The newly formed crowd looked on in confusion. Scott rushed to the hospital wing with Jean in his arms.
"Marie?!"
Rogue twisted out of Logan's grasp. Lights overhead flickered dangerously and two nearby vases exploded. She opened her eyes to reveal that they were red. They almost appeared to be on fire.
She looked around in panic.
Voices, thoughts, filled her mind from everyone who was with in a ten-mile radius of her. It was too much. Instinctively she flung her hands to her ears trying to block out the noise.
She screamed as she fell to the floor in pain. A window shattered and the lights overhead burst as Rouge lied unconscious on the floor.
*~*~*
Rogue woke up in Logan's arms, carried like a baby. As far as she could tell Jean was mostly out of her head. No more voices streamed through her mind, but the surrounding lights still flickered.
"....the hell?" she mumbled itching her nose.
She pulled back her fingers. They were red with blood.
"Rogue?" Logan asked, "Are you all right??"
"Yeah, I think so. Where am I bleeding?"
"Your nose."
"Where are we going?"
"To confirm that you are all right."
Rogue took this as a satisfying answer and stopped talking. Absentmindedly, she dug her head deeper into Logan's chest. There was something about him that made her feel safe.
She had the worst headache in the world and she was still working on controlling Jean's power. It wasn't helping that her heart was beating faster and the butterflies had found their way back into her stomach.
*~*~*
Rogue finished the day with a struggle. Her mind was racing, and she wasn't in the best mood. She was late to second period because Logan didn't trust Scott's word that she was ok. The Professor had to explain it all.
Rogue had suffered a mental overload from Jean's extreme powers causing her brain to shut down, as it's only defense. This had triggered her nosebleed. They made sure she didn't have a hemorrhage, or something, and once she was cleared and cleaned up, it was off to class she went.
She was about to scream at the people to stop staring at her. Bobby hung around to comfort her, like always, but didn't talk. He knew better than to talk to her after she imprinted. He had found that one out the hard way, but it was a nice lesson to learn. He left her side and went to his dorm. She'd come find him when her spirits lifted. She always did.
"How is she?" Rouge asked as she walking into Jean's hospital room.
Scott, who had been sitting in the room alone with Jean all day, stood.
"Xavier says that she'll need a few days to rest. She'll be fine."
"Oh thank God!!" Rogue exclaimed.
She ran into Scott's arms and they both stood there, the happiest they'd both been in a long time.
"Come on, let's give Jean some alone time and head to dinner." Rogue suggested.
Scott followed her out the door, taking one last glance over his shoulder before he left.
It was time to tell everyone the good news.
A/N: Ah, Jean's back. Fun fun for everyone.
Anyway, new theme, new plot, new concept, new X-Men fic from me. This is obviously post X2, my first post X2 fic might I add, and this will prove to be an interesting ride.
The placement of the word "hemorrhage" was coincidental. Don't look into it as a reference to my TTGWTB fic.
Also, Rogue and Scott were standing side by side in the Oval Office so the fact about the squeezing hand thing could very well be true. I wont be going into the whole Jean= Phoenix thing. I'm a little sketchy on that whole thing and rather than make ten-thousand mistakes that will piss you all off, she'll just come back as the same old Jean, only she'll be a hell of a lot stronger and more powerful, but not Phoenix.
Here are the pairings for those of you wondering where this is going: Kurt/Storm, Bobby/ Rogue, Logan/Rogue (She'll have to choose later in the story, but I'll work some nice B/R and L/R fluff around.), Scott/Jean, and Pyro will try to bag Rogue for himself so a little P/R in some places.
Let's face it.
Everybody loves Rogue.
I thought I saw some Rogue/Colossus in the very beginning of the X2 book, but I could be looking too much into it.
It's like a dangerous X-Men love octagon.
Yeah, I'll stop typing now.
Tell me if you like or no like.
Thanks!!!
Rogue sighed.
She still couldn't believe Jean was gone.
It had been one whole week. No one had really gotten over the shock.
Poor Scott.
She had held his hand in the Oval Office when the pain was fresh. She had given his had an extra squeeze when the word "casualties" arose in the conversation. Scott was like a father to her. Jean was like her mother. Rogue had told them things she would have never told her real parents. The three were real close. That's why she has spent most of her time making sure Scott was ok.
Aside from teaching he never left his room. She brought him his meals and finally convinced him to shave off the shabby stubble that had crept onto his face.
With her earrings in place, she did one last once over. She wore tight, dark faded jeans and a black t-shirt complete with a matching set of black arm length gloves and a scarf. Her hair was piled on top of her head held up with about thirty bobby pins and about half a can of hairspray. She grabbed her gray book bag, and headed to class.
"Hey, kid." Logan said as she passed his room.
His door was wide open.
"Hey." She replied walking in casually.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
" I get first period off."
"And Bobby?"
"He isn't so lucky."
Logan chuckled as he made room for her on his bed. She took the offered seat next to him.
"It's nice to get a chance to talk to you. You're always with Scott, and those rare moments that you aren't, you are with Bobby, or off in your own little world. Are you all right?"
Rogue thought about the question for a moment. She opened her mouth to answer, but hesitated.
"No." she admitted, "I put on a brave face for Scott's sake, but I am scared to death."
"Scared?"
"Jean was like a mom, not only to me, but to everyone else. What will happen to us now? That and....."
Logan held her hand, encouraging her to go on.
"And what?"
"John left with Him. John's mind is already corrupted, who knows what will happen with Magneto's encouragement? I miss them both so much."
Rogue tried her best not to cry. She hated crying in front of him.
"I miss them too. Well, not so much Pyro, I never really knew him, but..."
"I know. Listen, I better go to class now, beat the rush, you know?"
They both stood up.
They will still holding each other's hand.
Rogue snapped her hand back, and Logan did the same.
They stood there for one awkward moment.
"Bye." Rogue whispered.
"Bye."
She almost ran out of his room, embarrassed that her cheeks were flushed. She slowed down about three rooms from Logan's, Her heart was racing and she was short of breath. It wasn't from the running either. She knew what this feeling was. She only got this way around Bobby. What was happening to her?
A knock at the front door made Rogue stop in mid-thought. She almost believed it hadn't happened. It was a loud clunk in almost an urgent fashion.
It happened again.
She cautiously walked to door looking around to see if anyone was near.
Just her.
She shivered, suddenly cold, as scenes from cheesy horror movies flashed before her mind. She opened the door.
The frail form of Jean Grey collapsed on her.
Rogue screamed.
"Scott!!" She yelled, "Scott!!!"
His classroom was nearby. She prayed that he had heard.
Jean clutched on to Rogue's arm, digging in with her fingered as if her very life depended on it.
"Rogue." Jean whispered.
Veins were bulging out of her face.
It took Rogue a moment to realize that one of Jean's fingers was touching the skin that showed between her glove and her shirt sleeve on her right arm.
Rogue couldn't push her off. She fell backwards on to the ground in effort.
"Scott!! Somebody!!!" she screamed, "Help!"
The sweet sound of footsteps sounded down the hall.
"Rogue? Jean!!"
Scott Summers pulled Jean off of Rogue and held the deathly pale redhead in his arms.
Logan helped Rogue to her feet.
"Kid, are you all right?" he asked her as he steadied her.
She didn't answer.
"Rogue?"
The newly formed crowd looked on in confusion. Scott rushed to the hospital wing with Jean in his arms.
"Marie?!"
Rogue twisted out of Logan's grasp. Lights overhead flickered dangerously and two nearby vases exploded. She opened her eyes to reveal that they were red. They almost appeared to be on fire.
She looked around in panic.
Voices, thoughts, filled her mind from everyone who was with in a ten-mile radius of her. It was too much. Instinctively she flung her hands to her ears trying to block out the noise.
She screamed as she fell to the floor in pain. A window shattered and the lights overhead burst as Rouge lied unconscious on the floor.
*~*~*
Rogue woke up in Logan's arms, carried like a baby. As far as she could tell Jean was mostly out of her head. No more voices streamed through her mind, but the surrounding lights still flickered.
"....the hell?" she mumbled itching her nose.
She pulled back her fingers. They were red with blood.
"Rogue?" Logan asked, "Are you all right??"
"Yeah, I think so. Where am I bleeding?"
"Your nose."
"Where are we going?"
"To confirm that you are all right."
Rogue took this as a satisfying answer and stopped talking. Absentmindedly, she dug her head deeper into Logan's chest. There was something about him that made her feel safe.
She had the worst headache in the world and she was still working on controlling Jean's power. It wasn't helping that her heart was beating faster and the butterflies had found their way back into her stomach.
*~*~*
Rogue finished the day with a struggle. Her mind was racing, and she wasn't in the best mood. She was late to second period because Logan didn't trust Scott's word that she was ok. The Professor had to explain it all.
Rogue had suffered a mental overload from Jean's extreme powers causing her brain to shut down, as it's only defense. This had triggered her nosebleed. They made sure she didn't have a hemorrhage, or something, and once she was cleared and cleaned up, it was off to class she went.
She was about to scream at the people to stop staring at her. Bobby hung around to comfort her, like always, but didn't talk. He knew better than to talk to her after she imprinted. He had found that one out the hard way, but it was a nice lesson to learn. He left her side and went to his dorm. She'd come find him when her spirits lifted. She always did.
"How is she?" Rouge asked as she walking into Jean's hospital room.
Scott, who had been sitting in the room alone with Jean all day, stood.
"Xavier says that she'll need a few days to rest. She'll be fine."
"Oh thank God!!" Rogue exclaimed.
She ran into Scott's arms and they both stood there, the happiest they'd both been in a long time.
"Come on, let's give Jean some alone time and head to dinner." Rogue suggested.
Scott followed her out the door, taking one last glance over his shoulder before he left.
It was time to tell everyone the good news.
A/N: Ah, Jean's back. Fun fun for everyone.
Anyway, new theme, new plot, new concept, new X-Men fic from me. This is obviously post X2, my first post X2 fic might I add, and this will prove to be an interesting ride.
The placement of the word "hemorrhage" was coincidental. Don't look into it as a reference to my TTGWTB fic.
Also, Rogue and Scott were standing side by side in the Oval Office so the fact about the squeezing hand thing could very well be true. I wont be going into the whole Jean= Phoenix thing. I'm a little sketchy on that whole thing and rather than make ten-thousand mistakes that will piss you all off, she'll just come back as the same old Jean, only she'll be a hell of a lot stronger and more powerful, but not Phoenix.
Here are the pairings for those of you wondering where this is going: Kurt/Storm, Bobby/ Rogue, Logan/Rogue (She'll have to choose later in the story, but I'll work some nice B/R and L/R fluff around.), Scott/Jean, and Pyro will try to bag Rogue for himself so a little P/R in some places.
Let's face it.
Everybody loves Rogue.
I thought I saw some Rogue/Colossus in the very beginning of the X2 book, but I could be looking too much into it.
It's like a dangerous X-Men love octagon.
Yeah, I'll stop typing now.
Tell me if you like or no like.
Thanks!!!