Title: Somewhat Damaged 22/hell if I know
summery: it's pretty twisted but hey what in life ins't?
rating: NC-17 violence,self mutilation, general bad stuff
Author's note: Jesus it's been a hell of a long time since my last pot of
this story, really sorry about that, but I just moved to another state, and
transfurred colleges and hve been enjoying being within biking distance of my
best friend again, so my real excuse is I've been to busy playing Mario Bros.
on Nintendo to pay attention to important things, like write stories take out
trash, pay bills....uh....sorry? That and I'm obsessed with Witchblade...
"Are you sure that you heard it all correctly?" Scott Summers stared at Jean
with what would be incredilious eyes behind his visor. Jean Grey nodded
"I think that Darkholme's Rogue's mother, that maybe that's why she's been
isolating herself from us." Jean persisted, clawing at carmine tresses that
whipped at her face in the wind of the school's courtyard. The gust carrying
with it the amonia residue from last night's dye job. Scott refused the
impulse to winkle his nose at the odor. Jean's accusations and the elan she
explained them with stroked a flame of malaise in Scott.
"Yeah, but the Prof and Darkholme? Not likely."
"Not likely, yes, but not entirely inpossible, think about it Scott, they've
known each other a long time, how are we to know if we can trust that?"
"You're basing all of this on a conversation you were evaesdropping on, maybe
you heard her wrong" Scott was trying to reason, he liked Rogue and the idea
she could be involved in something that could hurt her like that was worrying
to say the least, she was a good kid with a shit deal in life, but Scott felt
he was slowly making her come around, at least with him, they'd even gone to
a punk show at The Chili Pepper, a small club in Bayville that often featured
local bands, they'd had fun, she even smiled a couple of times, so if what
Jean was suggesting is true than that could only mean more hurt. Scott for
one didn't fancy Rogue going through any of that again. Scott Summers took
care of his friends.
Jean's conspiracy theroies drove deeper as what had once been speculation
over something turned into outright slander of the offten saturine girl.
"And think about it Scott, she's always lurking around like she has something
to hide, and I bet she's some kind of drug addict, and I've heard rumers that
she sleeps around, and-" Sscott cut her off with a warning hand.
"Jean, will you listen to yourself? The girl tucks tail and runs if someone
tries to hug her, I highly doubt she would sleep around, and how could she
with a mutation like that? And to top it off that stupid rumer was started by
Geoffery Richer the whose nose she broke her first day here because he
slapped her ass. You're becoming wosre than a tabliod hound." Jean's utterly
infallible persona crumpled at Scott's discredit. At first Jean had really
wanted to try and be friends with Rogue, but the girl was completely
nonresponcive to her attempts. Eventually Jean had degraded her to bitch
statis, and deemed unlikeable.
"Yeah, but, but, what if Darkholme is Rogue's mother?"
"And what if the Prof is her father? That's a poor basis for argument Jean,
and you know it. Look, class is going to start soon I'll see you later." With
that Scott turned towards the Sussex Building and into AP Literature, only to
be confronted by Rogue's empty desk next to his.
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