"Something a Little Different" Rogue/Scott, R, x2
- Something A Little Different
Summary- Exactly what the title says. Rogue wakes up
one morning, hung over. Scott wakes up one morning,
hung over. The twist is- it�s the same morning, and
the same bed.
Authors Note- This takes place after X2. It will
contain one spoiler, which happens to be the biggest
one out there. Read at your own risk! This chapter is
a little short, just to see how it works out.
Disclaimer- Me? Own something this awesome? Never!
Chapter One- Morning Surprise
Sunlight. It felt like acid burning Rogue�s eyes as
she slowly and painfully opened them, letting out a
stiff groan. Her most recent memory was of the
previous afternoon, in class. The night, was nothing
more than a complete blur, not like she cared. She
didn�t care what happened, or where she was, but she
was somewhat comfortable and that�s all that mattered.
Aside from her aching eyes, pounding headache, and
horrible tasting mouth, she was fine. That was about
it, the only thing that could be defined as � fine�
with the past events in the recent month. Between
Logan finding out who he really was, John having this
sudden evil side, and her mentor�s death, everyone�s
lives fell apart like a broken puzzle. Slowly, but
surely, it was piecing itself back together. Logan was
accepting who he was and dealing with what came with
it, John was getting help from Professor Xavier before
he � lost control of himself�, but then there was
Scott. Rogue will never forget his reaction the second
Jean died, right as the jet had lifted off the ground.
He wasn�t crying, he couldn�t. It had been that way
everyday since, like he was reliving the same
nightmare day by day. That�s probably how it really
felt, but she didn�t have the slightest clue. She
couldn�t guess, that wouldn�t be fair, and she hardly
knew Scott. Sure, they exchanged a few words at random
times, rarely was it not about schoolwork. But
starting a conversation with mentioning his dead
girlfriend wasn�t all that bright. Lately, he�d been
scaring her. Not in the horror movie kind of way, heck
she wasn�t even sure if it was anything more than a
figment of her imagination. Obvious enough he had
seemed depressed, no, not seemed, he was depressed.
There was just something else, but Rogue was having
enough trouble figuring out who she was, let alone
Scott�s nose twitched, the smallest movement waking
him. For one blissful moment, he thought he was dead,
until the pain caught up with him. By that point, he
wished he was dead. What happened last night? Maybe he
just went to bed right after dinner. Well, dinnertime,
he hadn�t been eating lately. Morning after morning,
it all started the same. Waking up, cold and in pain,
though it wasn�t always physical pain like right now,
it was always dwelling inside of him. He recognized
this state from a long time ago, when he was no older
than- well, Rogue was the first name that came to
mind. A hang over, that�s what it was. He had never
gone overboard on the drinking, he�d never even drink.
Jean was the one who warned him of what it could do to
him, since she was the doctor and all. What last night
caused him to drink enough to forget what it was? His
limp arm hanging over the edge of the bed allowed his
fingertips to brush against the carpet, or at least,
what was on the carpet. A shirt, he could feel the
cloth on his fingers. But it was silk, and not one
article clothing he owned was silk. Ever so slightly
lifting his neck just enough to look over the edge.
Even if he didn�t own a silk shirt, he certainly
didn�t own a girls shirt. Quickly, he sat up, blood
rushing faster through the vessels in his head. There
was shuffling from behind him, in the bed. He turned
his neck just in time to come face to face with-
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