GOOD INTENTIONS by Katta
SUMMARY: Rogue and Scott head off for a training excercise, but
don't work out well.
DISTRIBUTION: Kielle can obviously have it. Everyone else must ask
DISCLAIMER: Good guys are not mine, bad guys are.
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intentions can be completely devastating if you don't ask people
before you decide what's best for them: http:/
DEDICATION: To Jill and Rhiannon, my fellow musketettes, betareaders
and helpers. Without them, this fic would have looked completely
NOTE: This does not fit into any canon, including my own. Any
with real people is probably coincidental (I don't know what Stan
had in mind). Any likeness with fictional characters, from, oh I
know, a very good Christian Slater movie, is intentional. The only
animals harmed in the making of this fic were fictional and therefore
don't count. There is serious harming of x-men canon characters
this fic. Angst warning, in other words.
"Ouuuhhh!" Bobby lay down on the couch, relaxing all his
muscles. "You know, before this I thought Ororo was a *nice*
Rogue looked with sympathy at her friend. He looked far beyond
and she couldn't help wondering what he had been doing the past
"Does everyone have to go through that program?" she asked,
worried. After all, summer holidays was supposed to be just that, not
some sort of military camp.
"No, just if you plan on being an X-man. Which I do." He
on his stomach. "Rogue, can you be an angel and rub my
She did as she was asked, letting her gloved hands work
while she thought. Only if you planned on being an X-man
not? She couldn't think of anything she would like to do more,
with things being the way they were. Even Logan had returned and
joined the team, in spite of all his previous cynicism. She wondered
to herself if he had gone through those exercises too.
Bobby glanced up at her thoughtful face. "No way. You're not
thinking of doing it, are you?"
"Why not?" she asked, a little offended at his tone. "I
could do it
as well as you."
"Yeah, but it's not worth it." At her raised eyebrow, he
"Okay, it is worth it, but only just. Don't sign up for
before you have thought it through, you hear me? You don't know
will be couching you. Ororo was mean, but they say she's just a
breeze compared to
Rogue stared at the bulletin board. Yup, that was her name, and next
to that his. She looked at Bobby, standing beside her. "I got
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He grinned at her.
"You know, you
still have a chance to back off."
"Why would I?" she asked, irritated. "I can deal with
Scott. He can't
be that bad
can he?" Her voice was a little uncertain
"Don't tell me my Rogue is afraid of our fearless
said behind her. Turning around, she saw a frown on his face, but
a barely noticeable shadow of a smile.
"Good." He put a hand on her shoulder. "I want you to
little dick what a fighter you are. And if he tries to bully you,
"Logan!" Rogue didn't like thinking about her powers,
joking about them made them seem a little less frightening, not like
something too horrible to speak of.
"Well, not too much," he said. "I want to be the one
Rogue looked out the window of the car on the road passing by,
not to think too much of what lay ahead. Bobby had been exaggerating,
of course. He always was. No matter how much he cared for her, he
could never resist teasing her a little. Or maybe that was the cause.
Anyway, there was no way all that stuff he had told her could be
*true*. Ororo would never
"Are you hungry?"
Rogue looked up at Scott and nodded a little timidly. Nothing she
told herself could get her heart to leave that uncomfortable spot in
"Me too. This looks like a good place."
Yeah, it did. One of those little by the road joints, but cosy
somehow. Going inside, she found that it was just as nice as the
outside. With one exception. According to the perpetual rules of
life's bitchiness, there were a few loudmouths hanging around by
counter. No matter, that could be ignored. Or at least she could.
Hearing the comments about Scott, she glanced at his direction, and
even though his face didn't show that he had heard, she knew that
"You should have taken the glasses," she said in a low voice.
"Too late now," he said calmly. "Come on, there's a
When they had ordered their food and started to dig in on it, Rogue
began to enjoy herself. Maybe Scott *was* rough on the training, but
they weren't training yet, and so far he had been kind of nice.
than she ever had seen him, actually, less of a leader and more of a
person. He seemed to want her to relax a little, because he kept up
the small talk and her heart began to get back in place. No need to
worry about tomorrow.
"I think I'm going to get a cup of coffee," he said.
"Do you want
She watched him leave for the counter and felt pleasantly full. The
food had been really good and there had been plenty of it.
"What's with the eyewear, freak?"
One of the loudmouths was blocking Scott's way. Rogue bit her
She didn't want any trouble.
Scott remained calm. "Will you please let me through?"
"I don't think so, freak." The man was getting agitated.
want your kind coming in here and spoil the fun for decent
"Oh, I see, you prefer to do that yourself?"
Rogue snickered a little at that remark, but it wasn't a very
one. Not if you wanted to stay out of trouble. The man's face
"That's it, I'm gonna show you, mutie!"
His punch wasn't very impressive. Scott's, on the other
hand, was. It
only took one blow to make the guy fall. Unfortunately, he fell right
on Rogue. Skin touched bare skin and Rogue started to screm as she
the guy choking in her lap. Everyone stared at her, and she panicked
seeing the man's friends come closer. She hadn't wanted to
but how could she explain that? She was relieved when Scott pulled
man away from her, and gratefully accepted the support his arm
"I suggest you leave." The owner spoke firmly, but she
being asked to leave, that was all she wanted right now. Get away
the people around, from those awful men and their hateful eyes. If
only she could get away from the man in her head. Outside she
leaning towards the wall.
"I think I'm going to throw up," she said.
Scott nodded. "Okay." He felt a little helpless watching
her. As her
teacher, he was supposed to protect her, not get her into situations
like these. "Rogue, I'm so sorry," he said when she
"It's not your fault." She wiped her mouth. "I want
Inside, a woman was making a phone call, speaking with a low voice.
She was well-dressed in clothing that screamed professional. "One
them almost killed a man just by touching him. I don't know what
mutation of the other one was, but he was wearing some funny thing
over his eyes. Apart from that they both looked perfectly normal. Do
you think they would be suitable?"
The answer pleased her. "They will be perfect."
By the side of the road there was a car with its hood open, and a
waving his arms for help. Scott pulled over the car and got out.
"Trouble?" he asked.
The man's glance touched Scott's face for only a second
looked away. "Uhm
Yeah. The car just stopped and I don't
Gas and battery are both okay. I'm afraid I don't know too
"I do," Scott said with a smile. It was hard being nice to
treated you like a leper, but easier than dealing with bullies. He
bent down over the hood and looked at the engine. There wasn't
anything obvious wrong with it.
He felt a small sting on his neck, and before he realised what had
happened, he drifted off into nowhere.
Rogue saw Scott slump over the stranger's car and rushed out,
his name. As the other man turned around she took a few steps
backwards, frightened. But the man seemed just as shocked as she was.
"I dont know what happened to him. You think he had a stroke or
A stroke? Scott? It didn't seem likely. Worried, Rogue walked up
the car, eyes fixated at her unconscious teacher. "Scott?"
A sound made her turn around. The stranger was putting on gloves.
would he do that? Suddenly she realised that getting out of the car
had been a decidedly *bad* idea. She didn't have time to act on
thought. A needle flashed, and after that, Rogue knew of nothing.
When Rogue woke up she found herself tied to a bed. Looking around,
she saw that she lay in something that looked like a perfectly normal
hospital room, only in a perfectly normal hospital room, nobody would
have tied her up. She recalled rumours she had heard about
groups, and more than rumours, Logan's shattered memories came up
the top of her head. Her mouth turned dry from fear.
The door opened and a woman in doctor's clothing came in.
"Oh, good, you're awake," she said in an amiable voice.
"Who are you?" Rogue asked, panicking. "Where's
"The young man who was with you? I'm afraid I can't tell
but I assure you that he is fine." She moved closer to Rogue.
Rogue didn't answer and the woman smiled. "Alright then, you
have to tell me. I'm doctor Chandler. None of us is here to harm
Rogue found that very hard to believe. "Then why tie me up?"
"Because this isn't optional either." Dr. Chandler's
voice was calm
and friendly, but in spite of this, Rogue started to feel scared.
"Your mutation is very dangerous, you understand that, don't
didn't wait for a reply. "It is most essential that we find a
soon as possible."
"A cure?" If this hadn't been such a serious situation,
have laughed. "There's no cure for mutation! It's in my
"True. There are people working on the genetic aspects.
We're not it,
though. Our field of study is more concrete, including surgical
The world swirled around Rogue's head. All that sweet talking
couldn't hide the fact that she was a guineapig to them.
Dr. Chandler seemed disappointed at her reaction. "Please
that our intentions are good," she said, bringing out a needle.
I'm going to take a blood sample from you. It's not
some people don't like the sight of their own blood, so maybe you
should look away."
Rogue's school nurse had said the same thing, in the same kind
"There. Now we'll run some tests on your blood and
you'll get the
results once we're done."
A man entered the room, carrying a small cage in one hand.
"Heather? I brought the mouse."
"Oh, good!" Dr. Chandler turned to Rogue. "This is
doctor Sawyer, one
of my colleagues."
"Hi," Dr. Sawyer said, nodding in Rogue's direction.
Then he turned
back to Dr. Chandler. "Heather, I have some work to do, do you
I don't stay?"
"Of course not, Ronnie. Get going." Dr. Chandler playfully
his behind as he left, and he blushed a little. After he had left,
put on rubber gloves before taking the mouse out of its cage and
rolling up Rogue's sleeve.
"Let's see if this works with animals as well," she
said, letting the
mouse down on Rogue's arm. It moved around for a second or two
stiffening. Rogue closed her eyes, not wanting to see the little
animal get hurt but incapable of doing anything about it.
Dr. Chandler took the mouse away, listening to its heart through a
stetoscope. "You killed it," she said calmly. She looked at
"Did you intend to kill it or did it just happen?"
Rogue watched the limp body of the mouse. She had always considered
mice definitely icky. Yet its body looked so weak and pathetic tears
filled her eyes.
Dr. Chandler took a tape recorder from her pocket and spoke into it.
"Subject number two killed a mouse by touch, apparently without
wishing for it to happen. Both subjects have dangerous mutations, and
neither seems able to prevent a lethal outcome." She turned off
tape recorder and turned to Rogue. "Don't worry. We'll
take care of
Rogue lay back on the bed, crying. Her mind went to Scott. Dr.
Chandler had been speaking of two subjects. What were they doing to
When Scott woke up and couldn't open his eyes, his pulse
speed limits in no time. For a moment he thought he was back in his
old nightmare. Moving around, he couldn't help but notice that
hands and feet were tied up, too, meaning this was a *new* nightmare.
That didn't make him feel any better. He tried to keep his
clear, to figure out what had happened. The man in the car. Damn, he
should have known better than to approach strangers. When you're
mutant, that's equivalent to wearing a "kick me" sign.
Nobody would find them. That was a thought that kept pushing
On a training excercise like this, it could take several days before
he had the energy to call Jean. Sometimes he didn't call at all.
always told him to, but she wouldn't be a bit surprised if she
hear from him in the next ten days.
A lot could happen in ten days.
Scott lay for what seemed like hours, trying to stay calm and think
of what to do. There was nothing he *could* do. If only he knew what
was going on, maybe it wouldn't seem so bad. Then again, maybe it
would feel worse.
Finally, he heard a door open.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," a man's voice
said. "My name is
doctor Sawyer. I understand if our methods made you fear the worst,
but you have no reason to worry."
"I don't?" Scott's voice was sarcastic.
"This is all a precaution," Dr. Sawyer said, sounding a bit
"We are trying to find ways of performing corrective surgery on
mutants. Unfortunately, we have not had much luck in finding
subjects, so we make choices from a selection of mutants who are
dangerous to themselves and others, but fairly normal-looking."
"And you picked me." Scott didn't know how he managed to
voice calm. "How flattering."
"It may seem radical to you," Dr. Sawyer said in an
"but I honestly believe you will find the life we can provide you
a definite improvement to your previous one. And of course we
keep you here once we've fixed you."
Fixed? He didn't want to be fixed. He wasn't broken. Well,
"I noticed that you had been injured in a most unfortunate
note of regret. "I can't even imagine what your life must be
We'll make it a lot better for you. You'll see."
Scott clinched his teeth in suppressed anger. At least the usual FOH
bastards didn't try to give him a pity he had never asked for.
so maybe he wouldn't mind being provided with an off-switch, but
by some kidnappers who used him for experiments. And he certainly
didn't want them to take his powers away altogether.
"What did you do to
"She's fine, I promise. We are considering skin transplants,
think it will work?"
"You're mad." And there wasn't a thing he could do
"Well, we thought it would be worth a try. I'll give you
some time to
yourself. Someone will bring you food in an hour or so."
Again, the door opened and closed. Scott was alone.
Dr. Dean, head of the team, searched his notes and scetches for
flaws. He couldn't find any, and he felt most excited. So far the
experiments had been small, just as expected, and he had certainly
thought that they would come up with a real solution this quickly.
Then again, he had always known that Dr. Finn was a brilliant woman.
"Ronnie, come and look at this," he said to Dr. Sawyer, who
immediately left his own work. "Betty has thought of an operation
perform on the male subject. Isn't it ingenious?"
Dr. Sawyer looked at the notes, frowning, and Dr. Dean felt he had
explain it further.
"She and Duke have construced a crystal that we will place right
*there*. I want you to assist." He pointed with his pencil and
Dr. Sawyer a questioning glance.
"I understand. But Jason
it looks a bit risky."
"Risky? No, no, not at all. The energy doesn't actually
dangerous impact until it meets the eye. The procedure should be
"That's not what I meant. If we start messing around with
nerve, isn't there a danger of scarring it?"
Dr. Dean looked thoughtful. "Possibly
But I do believe
it's a risk
Dr. Sawyer opened his mouth, but before he had the chance to say
anything, his boss continued: "So, how's the quiltmaking
fine," Dr. Sawyer said. "Heather is making
progress, I think."
It was actually too early to tell whether the transplants were
or not, but at least the girl's body didn't resist them.
the removed skin, and it shows no more dramatic characteristics than
the blood, which indicates that it's not the skin itself that
the effects. Of course, this could also mean that the transplants
be dominated by her mutation."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Dr. Dean
mirthfully. "No other problems with the girl?"
"No, she's fine. Not entirely happy, perhaps, but that could
Logan stopped short outside the mansion and stared at Jean. Now,
was something he had tended to do more than once, but not for the
reason. She must have noticed him, because she stopped the fierce
raking and turned to him, her face all flushing and sweaty.
"What?" she snapped.
Jeannie, when you rake a gravelled path, you usually
do it to
spread the gravel around, not to
" It wasn't
even her job
to rake the paths, and she didn't seem to be very good at it.
Jean tossed the rake aside and sighed. "Scott will be back soon,
after ten days without a phone call," she said shortly. She
very fond of the idea of discussing her lovelife with Logan of all
Logan wasn't exactly thrilled, either. "Oh." On the
other hand, he
would have wanted some updates on how Rogue was doing, so this was
kind of his problem too. "You're mad at him."
"You could say that. I have to keep working so I don't kill
he comes home."
Her eyes wandered to the road outside. She began to feel more
than angry, not for the first time. "They should have been back
Scott woke up with a pounding headache that made him want to throw
up. Something was different. Fighting back the nausea he suddenly
realised that nothing covered his eyes. The ties around his wrists
ankles were still there, and some kind of bandage around his head,
not the blindfold. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
No beams came out, and the blackness was so massive he wondered to
himself if he had actually opened them. He tried blinking a few
No change. Were they keeping him under earth, or what was wrong?
When the door opened without making the room any lighter, the truth
finally dawned on him, and the panic it caused was so strong he could
no longer stop himself from vomiting. *Please, God,* he thought, *not
this! Anything but this, God, you know I can't take it!*
Someone was tilting his body so he wouldn't choke, and when his
stomach settled he tried to see through the dark to know who it was.
"Oh my God!" A shocked whisper. When the voice continued,
recognized it as Dr. Sawyer's. "I'm so sorry. This
wasn't supposed to
"Then do something," Scott said silently. When he got no
yelled: "DO SOMETHING!"
Dr. Sawyer licked his lips. He wasn't sure there was anything
*could* do. "I'll try," he promised. When he had cleaned
bed he hurried to the door, trying to find someone that could help.
Dr. Dean just passed by and turned to his younger colleague with a
"Ah, Ronnie! How's the subject doing?"
"Not well. The operation wasn't entirely successful."
The only thing
that stopped him from saying *I told you so* was the gravity of the
Dr. Dean looked worried. "The beams aren't blocked?"
"Yes. They are. But so is his vision." He looked at Dr. Dean
for a suggestion on what to do, how to undo this failed experiment.
"Ah. Pity. Well, the important thing is that the mutation is
Dr. Sawyer stared at him.
Rogue hated lying alone in the hospital room, but she hated the
the door opened even more. Sometimes it meant food, but most of the
time it meant people taking little bits and pieces away from her, or
letting mice run over her body. Last time they had let a mouse stand
on the new sore skin, the foreign skin, it had lived for almost a
minute, but it had died nevertheless.
When Dr. Sawyer came in, she automatically checked what he carried.
No mice, thankfully, and not any needles either, that she could see.
Just folded-up doctor's clothes. She frowned. What were they up
"You look fine today," he said. His voice was cheerful. Too
"A lot better than your friend next door."
Next door! During all this time, she had never been able to find out
where Scott was. Now she was told in a by-the-way manner, as if it
wasn't even important. Which it probably wasn't, since she
couldn't get to him.
"I'll just check on your straps," he said, leaning down
next to her
face. She prayed for him to lean down a little longer, enough to
her. It wouldn't help, but she would feel so much better fighting
back. They were always wearing latex gloves when they were near her.
Then she heard him whisper: "Lie still until I leave the
Before she could figure out what to make of that, the strap around
her right wrist was loosened. Dr. Sawyer wasn't checking the
He was removing them.
"Yup, looks fine." He moved towards the door and made a
towards the table where he had put the clothes. She watched him leave.
As soon as he had left she sat up and swung her legs down. They
tingled a little, since she had been lying down for so long, but they
worked. She hurried to the table. Two doctor's coats in different
sizes, two pair of trousers, one pair of latex gloves and most
beautiful of all, a bunch of keys. She almost cried out in delight.
Maybe it was a trap, but it was the only chance she had. With
shivering hands, she put on the clothes. She wasn't too happy
the latex gloves, but she understood that they were necessary if she
didn't want to hurt Scott by mistake. If she ever got out of this
place, she would never get near latex gloves again for the rest of
She opened the door carefully, checking the corridors for people.
Nobody there. Now, next door, but left or right? She chanced for
and put a key in the lock. Wrong one. When the next one was wrong
she forced herself to take a close look at the keys. Think logically.
Which one could it be?
Third key turned around easily in the lock. Bingo.
Opening the door, she found Scott lying on a bed by the window, and
she sighed with relief. It surprised her that his eyes were
but what really shocked her was that he seemed to be crying. She had
never seen him cry, and not really thought him capable of it.
"Scott?" she asked, uncertainly.
His eyes met hers. Only
they didn't. Rogue lost her breath.
"Rogue?" Disbelief in his voice.
Not trusting her voice she nodded, only to realise he couldn't
it. "Yes," she said. "I'm getting you out of
Scott felt his arms and legs be untied. He would have thought he was
daydreaming if it hadn't been for the horrible darkness that
surrounded him. This was real, Rogue was really setting him free.
"How did you get here?" he asked.
"One of the doctors let me go. I don't know why." Rogue
was on the
verge of crying. She had hoped that once she had released Scott, he
would put on the fearless leader act and get them both out. She
counted on him being in a worse condition than herself.
She didn't have much choice but to keep up her courage.
she handed him the clothes. "Put these on." For a moment she
if she ought to help him, but decided not to. This was already the
scariest moment of her life. Helping the leader of the X-men dress
himself would most certainly push her over the edge. Fortunately, he
managed to get it done by himself so quickly that it made her wonder
if he always dressed without looking.
"Okay, let's go," she said, moving for the door and
holding his hand.
Before she could turn the handle he pressed her hand, hard.
"Wait," he whispered. "There's someone outside."
Even in this state, his voice carried some of his usual authority,
Rogue just stopped short and held her breath. Listening carefully,
could hear footsteps and low voices. It didn't seem like anyone
noticed her departure yet, but stepping out right in front of them
would probably make them suspicious.
"They're gone. Come on!"
Somehow, with joined efforts, they managed to get through the
corridors. Rogue found that in spite of what she had first feared,
didn't have to get by on her own. Sure, she had to lead Scott
the building and help him hide when necessary, but *he* was more
than not the one to realize it was necessary. All the battle training
he had gone through hadn't left him, and since his eyes had
been his weakness as well as strength he had long since learned how
listen. Unfortunately, luck and skill only lasted them so long.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
After that they had to count on running.
Rounding a corner they ran into a doctor before any of them had time
to stop. Damn. Rogue was getting ready to unglove herself when she
that it was Dr. Sawyer.
"You try to stop us I swear I'll kill you," she said.
"I won't." The young man pointed across his own
shoulder. "Last door
to the left is an exit. Hurry on and I'll stall them."
She looked at him, trying to figure out what was going through his
head. "Why'd you change your mind so sudden?" she asked.
His answer was low. "We were supposed to give you a better life.
can maimed be better? We all had good intentions
but I guess
true what they say about good intentions."
Her hand automatically went to her bandaged arm. A lifetime without
touch had been bad. This violation was definitely not better. She
would have wanted to thank him for helping them, but she
had been one of the people putting mice on her skin and needles in
veins, and by the look on Scott's face, he wasn't exactly
Scott's miseries either. So instead, she just turned and ran.
Dr Sawyer watched them leave and turned around, determined to buy
them all the time he could. A few steps later, Dr. Chandler was in
"Have you seen them?" she asked.
"The subjects?" He shook his head. "I've searched
They're not here."
She watched his face closely.
"How did they manage to escape, Ronnie? You were the last one
must have some idea."
"No." Damn, he wasn't a good liar.
Two of the other doctors hurried up, and she spoke to them without
turning her eyes from Dr. Sawyer. "Duke, Mac, look through this
corridor." Her voice was mild as she continued: "You
wouldn't lie to
me, would you, Ronnie?"
He knew that voice. His cover was blown, and he tried arguments.
"Listen Heather, we were wrong. All those things we were doing
made things worse."
"What a lack of confidence!" she said. "Are you feeling
"Depressed!? We blinded a man, Heather! We turned a girl into
patchwork! Depressed doesn't even cover it. Jesus, Heather,
of what I have done
"Guilt isn't a very healthy emotion," she said. "It
sounds to me like
you're having a nervous breakdown. But don't worry, we're
"Exit," Rogue panted and pushed Scott through the same.
Thank God it
She was surprised at how pleasant the place looked from the outside.
Those gates weren't exactly a pleasant sight, though, high and
as they were. Quickly, she drew Scott away around a corner.
"I don't know how to get out of here," she said.
"The gates are
"What do the fences look like?" he asked.
"No fences really, just a high hedge and some chicken wire."
A look of satisfaction came upon his face. "Good. Any cars?"
I don't think any of these keys are car keys,
"But they're attached to something?" He held out his
hand, and she
gave him the keys. "A piece of wire."
"Perfect. Take me there."
She pulled him with her to the nearest car, heart beating so fast it
hurt. They were going to get caught, she just knew they were.
are you going to do?"
He didn't answer. Instead he rolled the coat around his hand and
jammed his fist right through the backseat window. Stretching his arm
forward he unlocked the driver's door.
"Get inside and open for me," he said, moving over to the
of the car. "I hope you can drive."
"I can," she said, doing as he said. "But we still
don't have any
"We don't need any," he replied. When he had seated
himself he locked
his door and began to straighten out the wire that attached the keys.
"Lock on your side," he said. "They're bound to have
heard the window
Rogue looked in the rear view mirror and saw people running towards
them. Then she heard the beautiful sound of a motor starting. Her
reached for the gas pedal.
"Get up as fast a speed as you can," he ordered her. "Go
circles if you have to. Then drive through the hedge. If you do it
fast enough it's not going to hurt the car."
As she made the car accelerate she actually began to feel strangely
excited, and when they had pushed through the hedge she actually gave
out a laugh. The laboratory people were getting into cars themselves,
but she still started to feel like they could actually make it away
from there. Her gaze fell on the makeshift skeleton key Scott had
"I never knew you could pick a lock," she said. "What
are you, some
kind of MacGyver?"
His face was stern and he didn't answer her attempt to joke,
requested: "Drive as fast as you can and don't stop for
to lose them."
Gee, as if that wasn't what she was trying to do. Some emotion
could have been Logan's came up in her head and growled at him.
they weren't being chased and if she didn't have to spend all
energy driving, she probably would have slapped him. This was like a
car chase on TV, except for real and much worse, because she knew
those followers were capable of. At least there weren't any
"Scott? What do we do if the police try to stop us?"
"Keep driving, I guess," he said. "We're never going
to be able to
"Yeah." That made sense in a way, but she didn't like
it. "But you
know, a couple of mutants in a stolen car that get into trouble with
they just might try and kill us."
Scott mumbled something.
Rogue's eyes widened for a second, then she concentrated on the
telling herself she must have misheard. This was Scott Summers, after
all. Blinded and in a crappy condition, but still the fea