FIC: Defection 1/7
- Title: Defection
Rating R for violence, language, sexual innuendoes and really bad
Archive Rights: WRFA, XMMFFC, Mutual Admiration
Summary: My take on why Rogue deflected, with a different angle than
Special Thanks to Red Razor for answering all of my comic-verse
questions with a speed that frankly frightens me.
A shout out to Karen for the betaing, and suggestions.
This is written from comic history and it combines elements of
movieverse before it completely spins out of control and becomes its
own story. This is written in the present tense and switches to past
tense to describe previous events. It is mostly from Rogue's POV.
Marie Lensher sat crying in the corner of the room. It had
all the essentials, a closet, dresser, and a bed, but it was lacking
of any personal decoration that made a room one's "own." She wasn't
locked in a cell, or a dungeon of any kind. That would be pointless
really, her life was her prison. Her parents knew this, and
exploited it time and time again.
Parent. What was the definition? One who helps to create a
new life? One who gives birth? Paternal? Maternal? Marie
supposed that all of those were correct if you really stripped the
word down to its most basic meaning. However, her definition
included the phrases "unconditional love," "trust," "support,"
and "protective." Neither Eric nor Mystique met any of the above
criteria. They were not parents. Not by any stretch of the
Sure, Eric taught her how to defend herself, and Mystique
showed her how to control her deadly skin. At the time, she thought
they genuinely tried to be good parents that helped their offspring,
she'd been wrong. It had been just another ploy to use Marie's naive
trust for their own sinister agenda.
Three days Prior.........
She'd discovered exactly what they had in mind when she went
on the attack that resulted in the capture of one of "the Avengers,"
Carol Danvers. Charles Xavier's X-men had been there to support the
avengers. Eric had counted on this, and gave Rogue the assignment to
take out the one they called "Wolverine." After all, he had to see
what his little girl was made of. See if she had it in her to take a
Eric had used his power to immobilize the great Wolverine.
After he had the burly man contained, Eric called Marie over to
finish him off. He told the girl that this mutant's particular
mutation would be quite useful for her, and she could become one of
the Brotherhood's finest soldiers. Eric didn't tell his daughter
that the only reason he wanted her to take the Wolverine's powers was
to lessen her chances of dying when Eric put his plan on swaying the
world leaders to his opinion into action.
Marie walked over to the bound man, and prepared to take his
life. She lifted her bare hand to his face and prepared for the
transfer of energy, mutation, and memories. He snapped his head up
and his eyes stopped her. They were a beautiful shade of hazel, and
held the most intense mixture of emotions she'd ever seen. There was
surprise, hatred, and anger. Anyone who looked at him could tell he
Marie's own eyes grew wide as she read the dark orbs. He was
angry, but not at her. He was angry at Magneto and his stupid
brotherhood. He was angry with the Avengers for needing to be bailed
out, but mostly he was angry with himself for getting caught. She
watched in amazement, as his eyes seemed to soften under her intense
gaze. Neither of them could tear their gaze from the other. They
stood there, staring at each other, before remembering they were
"Ain't ya gonna kill me?" Wolverine asked.
Marie shook her head, and brought her arm down. "I can't."
Was all she said before sliding the knife from his belt and cutting
the bonds. He grabbed her arms and looked her in the eye. "Meet me
at 2:00 AM, in front of The Blue Tavern" he said. Wolverine waited
until she nodded before he released her and headed back to his
teammates. Marie stared after the strange man. She'd known him for
all of two minutes, but felt more deeply connected to him than she
had to anyone she'd ever known. She'd never disobeyed her parents
before, but she knew that tonight she was going to sneak out to meet
him. Marie had to see him again, there was no question about it.