FIC: Conversations 1/1
- AUTHOR: Kelsey
SUMMARY: Scott and Rogue talk
FEEDBACK: Is welcomed with great joy.
NOTES: This takes place about five years in the future. Rogue is an adult
and Jean has died. They aren�t major plot points, but that�s how I
visualized the story. So there.
Also, this is based on the song �Color-blind� by Counting Crows. You don�t
need to know the song, but if you want the lyrics e-mail me.
Scott sat alone eating breakfast at the table. Somehow, with Jean
gone, he was more aware of his color-blindness than ever. Coffee the color
of garnets, egg-whites the color of infant rose-buds. The colors would be
lovely if he hadn�t seen them every day for more than ten years.
�Rose-colored glasses my ass!� He exclaimed indignantly to his eggs. He was
surprised to hear a gentle chuckle at his back.
�Rogue! I didn�t hear you come in. How long have you been here?�
�A few minutes. Ah didn�t want to interrupt you. You looked deep in
�Thinkin� about Jean?� Rogue sat down with a mug of coffee and a gentle.
�No, not really. More about being color-blind,� Scott told her.
�Ah suppose that explains the �rose-colored glasses� crack?� Scott nodded
his confirmation. �You aren�t the only one ya know. Ah am covered in skin,
and ah�m always AWARE of it. No one gets to come in, to get past it. Does
anyone else always feel their skin?�
�It, it never occurred to me that we both�. Show.�
Rogue cocked her head in puzzlement. �Show?�
�Our mutations,� Scott elaborated, �we can�t hide them and pretend we�re
�No. But you get to view colors artists only dream about, and I� Rogue
lifted an arm encased to the elbow in a satin glove, �I get to make fashion
statements every day that some designers PRAY for.�
Scott laughed. �Well that�s something anyway. Maybe you should be the one
wearing these rose-colored glasses.�
�Ah think they�re in exactly the right place. Ah�m not the one who needs
rose-colored glasses,� Rogue observed.
�And I do?� Scott paused, �Well I suppose I do. Jean always was before. My
rose-colored glasses. She destracted me from myself.�
�Enough with these red metaphors.� Rogue leaned in towards Scott. �Ah�m
your friend, and ah�m always happy to help you. But Scott, it�s time to
learn how to find the bright-side for yourself.�
�I know,� and Scott smiled down at his rose-bud colored eggs.
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