Pairing: Rogue/Scott

Summary: AU. Rogue has issues, including a criminal record, a tortured school life, and a lesbian mother. Rogue is given community service after vandalizing the School for the Blind, where her mother's girlfriend works. There she meets Scott, a blind student with issues of his own.

In Your Eyes

Prologue: Busted

Of all the things Marie "Rogue" Darkholme had envisioned happening that night, ending up in a squad car was not one of them. It had been a joke! Couldn't anybody take one little-bitty joke? Judging by the handcuffs she was wearing, the answer was a most definite no. The officer in the front seat certainly wasn't laughing. Leaning against the window, Rogue tried not to think about what her mother was going to say when found out about what she'd done.

When the car pulled up to the police station, the policeman motioned for her to hold up her hands. "You're not going to give me trouble are you?" he asked seriously.

Rogue would have laughed, but knew it wasn't smart. Like she—a teenage girl weighing in at 105 pounds—could do any real damage to a muscle-bound cop who made the Incredible Hulk look like a wimp! "No," she replied.

When the cuffs came off, Rogue massaged her sore wrists. The cop hadn't exactly been rough with her, but the metal had left nice red rings on her skin. She winced. Though she was no stranger to trouble, this was the first time she'd actually been cuffed and taken to the station. Rogue normally kept to the kind of mischief that warranted detention and a call to her mom. This time, she'd really dug herself in deep.

Rogue was taken in to the police station and led to a tiny hallway with chairs. She took a seat when asked with no protest. On her right sat a straggly looking, young man with wide, red eyes. Great, she thought darkly. Now, I get to spend my evening with a burn out. She needn't have worried about it, because she was soon taken back to where a female officer took her fingerprints and passed her on to yet another cop. After having her picture taken, she was returned to that same row of seats, and by now, the addict was long gone. Rogue sat there for nearly an hour before her name was called.

A short, squat cop motioned for her to follow him. "You're going to be released into your mother's custody to await trial. Any questions?"

Rogue shook her head.

Her mother was waiting for her in the lobby. Raven Drakholme was not generally known for being a soft parent, and the look on her face said that she was in a royal mood. Anyone who knew her was probably just a tiny bit sympathetic toward Rogue…Then again, if they knew Rogue, they would probably feel more sympathy for the elder Darkholme.

Rogue decided to take the first step, and hung her head. "Mom, Ah know tha' Ah really messed up this time."

"Just don't say anything," Raven said quietly. "We'll talk at home."

Translation: I am about to start screaming at you, and I don't want to do it in public. Rogue followed her mother to the car. The pair rode in silence through town and to their tiny suburb home.

All Rogue wanted to do was slink off to her room, but she knew what was coming…or at least she thought she did.

"Sit down," Raven commanded in a steely tone.

Rogue did as she was told. "Mom, it was supposed to be a joke."

"A joke? You call spray painting "Attack of the Batwoman" on the side of the school for the blind a joke? Whatever you think of Irene, even you know that is no joke." Raven pulled out a chair for herself. "I hope you realize that you are going to face charges for this."

Rogue swallowed hard. "Can't you get Irene to drop the charges?"

Raven's features hardened. "No, I can't. Even if I could, I support her decision to have you prosecuted."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me, young lady. And I really don't feel one bit sorry for you."

Tears began to stream down Rogue's face, and she brushed them away. "This is your fault! I told you that I hated her from the day you brought her here. How the hell am I supposed to feel? You ALWAYS choose her over me!"

Before Rogue knew it, a hand cracked against her cheek. "You are my daughter and I love you! That does not give you an excuse to act this way! Go to your room, and I don't want to see you until you can act with some kind of respect."

Stunned, Rogue brought her fingertips to her face. "I don't think you'll see me for a while then." Turning on her heel, she broke into a dead run and didn't stop until she flung herself on her bed.