Summary- I just thought everyone could do with more John and Rogue lovin'.
Or maybe not, that's why I need ratings to tell me if I suck or not (this
is my first fanfic, so please be gentle with the butchering). But anyway,
John never went to the brotherhood and, well, everything else will be
explained in the story. And also, I sincerely apologize to Caderyn, I'm
sorta using your same idea for the whole kissing thing. If it makes any
difference I thought of that same idea before I read your story, I mean, it
makes sense. I guess great minds think alike. if it bugs you too much then
rate me and you can chew me out. Takes place after X2.
Disclaimer-Man, if I owned the X-men.it almost makes you want to cry. Hell, if I even knew Stan Lee I would shit my pants.
Italics- thoughts
SKIN AND FLAME
Rogue sat on a bench in the garden outside the mansion, her face buried in her gloved hands. Tears threatened to leak out under her eyelids, which were squeezed shut, trying to block out the screaming still resonating in her mind.
How could it have gotten that bad? Rogue asked herself, looking up from her hands. She sniffed and wiped away a tear threatening to spill.
"You okay, kid?" a gruff voice asked from behind her.
Rogue jumped at his voice. "Yea, yea, I'm fine. I'm just." Rogue, lost for words, stared at Logan's face. His eyes were knit together in what looked like concern.
"You're just sitting here on a bench when you should be in class?" he said sitting down next to her.
"I just," unable to come up with an adequate excuse, Rogue settled for the truth, "Bobby and I got in a fight." Her voice was barely audible, thick with tears.
"Oh," Logan looked uncomfortable for a moment, not sure what to do, then gained his composure, then delivered the ultimate 'guy line'. "I'll kick his ass."
"No!" Rogue grabbed Logan's shirt as he began to rise and pulled him back down. "No, its not like he hit me or anything, it was just a fight. An-and I think we broke up." She said this more of a question to herself than to Logan.
"You think?"
"Well, I mean, we got screaming pretty good. And I usually don't like to scream, and neither does he.I'm pretty sure he won't want to get back together with me after this," she said sadly, looking at her feet. "I just didn't want it to end like that, he's always treated me with nothing but respect, and now this." Logan put his hand on her back, which he hoped to be a comforting gesture. "Look, sometimes these things happen, and usually there's nothing we can do, but I'm sure that-that," Logan seemed to be floundering. Looking for something wise and Hank like to say he said, "I'm sure that there are other fish in the sea?" he finished lamely.
Instead of breaking down and crying at his crash-and-burn effort, Rogue burst into laughter. She wiped her eyes as she continued to chuckle.
"That was the worst thing I've ever heard." She sniffed and looked up at Logan, who looked immensely relieved. Still smiling she added "Next time you need to comfort someone, don't tell them they're significant other could be a fish."
"What, come on, that can't be the first time you've heard that."
"Well, it was never told to me like that before!" she shook her head. "Just forget it, I'll be okay."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, I promise."
"Alright, well, you better get to your ass to class before Storm worries."
"Do I have to?"
"As your art professor I don't approve you missing class," he said, feigning a glare.
Rogue grinned. "You've never painted in your life."
"Hey, art comes in many different forms!"
Rogue, rolling her eyes, stood up and started heading towards class.
Walking down the hallway, Rogue realized how quiet the mansion could be when everyone was in class. She sighed and pressed her forehead up against a window. It felt good against her skin, something that wasn't used to being touched by things other than clothes that covered most of her body.
I hate this; I hate this so much. Why did he have to scream at me like that? The brief happiness that Logan had brought her began to ebb away and pain began to fill its place. She began to relive what had happened only a short while ago.
Rogue had been in her room during the lunch hour, trying to get catch a few Z's before her next class. She had a killer headache and was exhausted after sneaking out the previous night to go out on the town with a couple of friends. They actually ended up getting back pretty early, after Kitty had slipped on some wet grass and injured her so called 'sensitive posterior'. What made her so tired is that she had run into John on her way to her room. He had been prowling around, carrying his zippo and had stopped dead when he saw her. Rogue and John had a comfortable relationship with each other, what with her dating his best friend and all. They could usually get into pretty lengthy conversations when left alone for an extended amount of time. She liked the way he listened and made jokes at her sometimes southern slang that sometimes crept its way into her speech.
But since he had been walking around she invited him into her room to talk, since neither had felt like sleeping much. They had sat on her bed and talked till the wee hours of the morning, finding that they could talk to each other with ease.
What was really amazing was that Rogue had connected with John in way that she had only felt with one other person, Logan. Her feelings with Bobby seemed to be on another plane, not that they weren't close, just it was different.
But, back to the point. Rogue had just about drifted to sleep when there was a knock on her door. Being to tired to get up and answer it, she yelled through her pillow, "Come in."
Bobby entered looking pissed. "So, tired?"
"How could you tell?" Rogue turned onto her back and began to smile until she noticed the look on her boyfriend's face. "What's wrong?"
"God, Rogue! Do you even have to ask?!"
"Well, I don't know why your so upset?" she said sitting up.
"Look Rogue, I really like you, but not when you're sneaking around behind my back."
"What are you talking about, Bobby?"
"I'm saying that you shouldn't cheat on your boyfriend!"
"Bobby, what the hell are you talking about?"
"What do you think? I saw you with him. I can't believe you'd go behind my back like that!"
"Bobby, I didn't cheat on you, I can't believe you'd even accuse me of doing something so absurd!" at this point they were both screaming pretty loud, something they didn't have to do to get their point across.
"Now you're trying to lie about it? You sank lower than I ever thought you could, Rogue." With that he had stormed out of her room before she had a chance to reply, leaving her stunned and breathless.
Disclaimer-Man, if I owned the X-men.it almost makes you want to cry. Hell, if I even knew Stan Lee I would shit my pants.
Italics- thoughts
SKIN AND FLAME
Rogue sat on a bench in the garden outside the mansion, her face buried in her gloved hands. Tears threatened to leak out under her eyelids, which were squeezed shut, trying to block out the screaming still resonating in her mind.
How could it have gotten that bad? Rogue asked herself, looking up from her hands. She sniffed and wiped away a tear threatening to spill.
"You okay, kid?" a gruff voice asked from behind her.
Rogue jumped at his voice. "Yea, yea, I'm fine. I'm just." Rogue, lost for words, stared at Logan's face. His eyes were knit together in what looked like concern.
"You're just sitting here on a bench when you should be in class?" he said sitting down next to her.
"I just," unable to come up with an adequate excuse, Rogue settled for the truth, "Bobby and I got in a fight." Her voice was barely audible, thick with tears.
"Oh," Logan looked uncomfortable for a moment, not sure what to do, then gained his composure, then delivered the ultimate 'guy line'. "I'll kick his ass."
"No!" Rogue grabbed Logan's shirt as he began to rise and pulled him back down. "No, its not like he hit me or anything, it was just a fight. An-and I think we broke up." She said this more of a question to herself than to Logan.
"You think?"
"Well, I mean, we got screaming pretty good. And I usually don't like to scream, and neither does he.I'm pretty sure he won't want to get back together with me after this," she said sadly, looking at her feet. "I just didn't want it to end like that, he's always treated me with nothing but respect, and now this." Logan put his hand on her back, which he hoped to be a comforting gesture. "Look, sometimes these things happen, and usually there's nothing we can do, but I'm sure that-that," Logan seemed to be floundering. Looking for something wise and Hank like to say he said, "I'm sure that there are other fish in the sea?" he finished lamely.
Instead of breaking down and crying at his crash-and-burn effort, Rogue burst into laughter. She wiped her eyes as she continued to chuckle.
"That was the worst thing I've ever heard." She sniffed and looked up at Logan, who looked immensely relieved. Still smiling she added "Next time you need to comfort someone, don't tell them they're significant other could be a fish."
"What, come on, that can't be the first time you've heard that."
"Well, it was never told to me like that before!" she shook her head. "Just forget it, I'll be okay."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine, I promise."
"Alright, well, you better get to your ass to class before Storm worries."
"Do I have to?"
"As your art professor I don't approve you missing class," he said, feigning a glare.
Rogue grinned. "You've never painted in your life."
"Hey, art comes in many different forms!"
Rogue, rolling her eyes, stood up and started heading towards class.
Walking down the hallway, Rogue realized how quiet the mansion could be when everyone was in class. She sighed and pressed her forehead up against a window. It felt good against her skin, something that wasn't used to being touched by things other than clothes that covered most of her body.
I hate this; I hate this so much. Why did he have to scream at me like that? The brief happiness that Logan had brought her began to ebb away and pain began to fill its place. She began to relive what had happened only a short while ago.
Rogue had been in her room during the lunch hour, trying to get catch a few Z's before her next class. She had a killer headache and was exhausted after sneaking out the previous night to go out on the town with a couple of friends. They actually ended up getting back pretty early, after Kitty had slipped on some wet grass and injured her so called 'sensitive posterior'. What made her so tired is that she had run into John on her way to her room. He had been prowling around, carrying his zippo and had stopped dead when he saw her. Rogue and John had a comfortable relationship with each other, what with her dating his best friend and all. They could usually get into pretty lengthy conversations when left alone for an extended amount of time. She liked the way he listened and made jokes at her sometimes southern slang that sometimes crept its way into her speech.
But since he had been walking around she invited him into her room to talk, since neither had felt like sleeping much. They had sat on her bed and talked till the wee hours of the morning, finding that they could talk to each other with ease.
What was really amazing was that Rogue had connected with John in way that she had only felt with one other person, Logan. Her feelings with Bobby seemed to be on another plane, not that they weren't close, just it was different.
But, back to the point. Rogue had just about drifted to sleep when there was a knock on her door. Being to tired to get up and answer it, she yelled through her pillow, "Come in."
Bobby entered looking pissed. "So, tired?"
"How could you tell?" Rogue turned onto her back and began to smile until she noticed the look on her boyfriend's face. "What's wrong?"
"God, Rogue! Do you even have to ask?!"
"Well, I don't know why your so upset?" she said sitting up.
"Look Rogue, I really like you, but not when you're sneaking around behind my back."
"What are you talking about, Bobby?"
"I'm saying that you shouldn't cheat on your boyfriend!"
"Bobby, what the hell are you talking about?"
"What do you think? I saw you with him. I can't believe you'd go behind my back like that!"
"Bobby, I didn't cheat on you, I can't believe you'd even accuse me of doing something so absurd!" at this point they were both screaming pretty loud, something they didn't have to do to get their point across.
"Now you're trying to lie about it? You sank lower than I ever thought you could, Rogue." With that he had stormed out of her room before she had a chance to reply, leaving her stunned and breathless.