AUTHOR: Kate Bolin
SUMMARY: Rogue learns the rules around Xavier School.
ARCHIVE: Kielle's, if she wants it. List archive as well. Other
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DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe herein are the property of
the Marvel Entertainment Group and 20th Century Fox, plus probably a
few million more investors I can't remember. This fanfiction means
no infringement upon any legal holdings they may have.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Eeeple. First fic, new genre, and it's not even
really good. Or what I normally write. It's just...cute.
Rogue was slowly learning the rules of Xavier School. Oh,
sure, there were the official rules, like "No excessive profanity, no
excessive tardiness, no skipping class, no fighting, no using your
powers against another student maliciously...oh by the way, Rogue,
we're *really* sorry about that time Mystique pretended to be Bobby
and made you run away. In fact, we're *really* sorry about the whole
Magneto kidnapping you and basically using you as a battery for his
huge killing machine. We really weren't expecting that. Sorry!"
She got all those rules (well, except for the last one...they
waited on that until she came back with Logan muttering in her head
and a nearly punk rock white streak in her hair) the first day she
went to classes, Professor Xavier leading her on a not-so-grand tour
(she found out Logan got a *much* better tour than she did, the fun
of sharing someone's memories) through the school, showing her the
classrooms, the dorms, the laboratories, the practice rooms, the
garage, on and on through the gigantic house, making the occasional
small talk and dropping in the occasional rule. No going into the
Danger Room without telling anyone. No opening up the chemicals
cabinet without telling a professor.
After the big tour, Professor Grey took her aside and told
her the more...gender-based rules of the school. Keep the girls'
bathroom clean. Any personal items you need could be easily
purchased, if you just left a list or something before the weekly
store trips. No sneaking down to the boys' floor at night.
Teenagers are teenagers, yes, but please have some respect for the
other people sleeping in the room. Rogue bit her tongue to stop from
making a comment about what happened the *last* time she was on a bed
with a boy and just nodded along with Professor Grey.
The official rules she figured out right away, and everything
was cool. Well, except for the whole kidnapping thing, and having
Logan's memories running through her brain. But even with the surly
attitude and the weird craving for cigars (making do, instead, with a
lone pack of cigarettes she picked up on the road, not really
planning to smoke them...until now), she was a pretty regular student
here at the Xavier School.
And eventually, she started picking up on the generally
unspoken rules of the school. The ones that weren't in any books,
the ones that Professor Xavier probably didn't even know about, which
would be hard, considering he was a big telepath and all, but...
Rogue picked these up slowly, from stories, gossip, and the
occasional experience. She didn't realize that "malicious intent"
was debatable when Bobby froze the remote to prevent anyone from
switching the channel, especially if it was on Cartoon Network. She
heard that it was also best to let Bobby use the shower first thing
in the morning, because pipes were known to freeze for no reason.
And she discovered early on to never let Jubilee turn on the
microwave, not to mention that startling Kitty awake would result in
her landing on the tv room couch, one floor down.
The rules aren't too difficult, and Rogue slowly feels
herself getting into the proper swing of things. And the one day,
when a new kid came in and she overheard Jubilee mentioning that
"Rogue has this occasional need to go to Popeye's, like every time we
go to town...," she smiled and knew that, finally, she was a part of
"What have you been reading, the gospel according to St. Bastard?" - Izzard
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