FIC: Friendship's Sacrifice (Rogue/Pyro)
- Here's a story I wrote.
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Title: Friendship�s Sacrifice
Disclaimer: I own nothing; I am getting no money,
see-no reason to sue/
Summary: Marie cleans John�s belongings out of his
room, and finds something she didn�t expect.
Marie was cleaning out John�s side of the bedroom he�d
formerly shared with Bobby. It had been nearly a
month and Bobby hadn�t moved one single object. The
bed was still unmade; a Metallica CD still perched on
the little table beside his bed, and the most amazing
of all, on the floor by the foot of the bed, a Physics
book lay open with a pencil and a sheet of loose leaf
containing equations, figures, and other elements of a
partially completed homework assignment. It was a
shrine to the departed pyrokinetic.
That morning at breakfast, after all but Marie and
Bobby had cleared out; the professor had decreed that
the room should be cleared so another student could
take the bed. Marie had assumed the nudge would make
Bobby suck up the feelings of betrayal, sadness, and
loss and he would clear out the stuff. But instead as
soon as the professor left the kitchen Bobby had
turned to her and begged her to do it for him.
�He was my best friend Rogue, I can�t just clear out
all his stuff like he�s dead.�
�Bobby, he left us. It�s OK to throw out his old
magazines and match books.� Bobby sighed.
�I know it�s stupid� Bobby explained, rolling his
eyes at himself.
Rogue smiled. �It�s Ok, you guys were friends. He
was my friend too. I�ll take care of it.�
�Thanks so much Marie.� He paused, mulling over an
idea he�d had. �One thing, can we can give the
T-shirts and stuff to that thrift store in town? It
kinda seems right since he brought them there.�
�Now who�s acting like he�s dead?� she giggled.
�Sure, I�ll pack them up and someone can drop them
�You�re the best Marie�
So that�s why Marie was alone in the boys� room,
cardboard box at her feet, folding up a wardrobe that
was 90% T-shirts and jeans dropping them in the box.
She picked up the last one, folded it and dropped it
in the box. Smiling to herself she stood up and
surveyed the now empty closet. It was a job well
done. Marie was about to head over to the drawers and
empty them when she noticed something in the back on
the top shelf. It was little and white and pushed so
far back she had to stand on tip toes and streach to
recover it. Examining the article in her she found it
was a written on folded up piece of paper.
The hand writing was clearly John�s. Rogue would
recognize it anywhere. Bobby had chicken scratch that
resembled Chinese characters but John had neat
straight penmanship. What the writing said made her
sink to her knees. John had let Bobby have her. The
creased piece of paper in her hands was a love letter,
dated just a few days after the Liberty Island
incident. She�d always thought John was hot, a
terrible pun considering who Pyro was. Bobby was
attractive, there was no denying that, handsome in
that adorable, clean cut kind of way. But John was
rougher, had a bad boy rebellious way about him and
was striking with his scruffiness. Marie couldn�t
help but notice; she had been notoriously attracted to
the dangerous. Just consider the little crush she�d
had on Logan, the ultimate bad boy.
But, aside from the fire ball that first day, and the
usual flirting John hadn�t shown signs that he wanted
her. He never asked her out. She�d wanted him to,
flirted back to the best of her ability, but he hadn�t
taken her up on her proposals. Of course she hadn�t
blamed him; she was the untouchable after all. It
wasn�t too long after Liberty Island that Bobby had
asked her out. Figuring he was cute and interested
she�d agreed, put out the torch she�d been carrying
for his best friend and they went to a movie. After
she took up with Bobby John was a flirty third wheel,
he made jokes, but it was never serious. They were
just having fun. Now she held a letter that said
She said John let Bobby have her because if he had
given her this note when he wrote it she would have
been putty in his hands. Heck, if he was here right
now she�d be putty. It was beautiful. The way he
described things, the feelings he was able to bring up
in Marie with only his words, it was amazing.
I am cursing my own weakness because my hand refuses
to stop it�s trembling as I write this. When it comes
to feelings, particularly the rainbow of those evoked
by you, my spoken words always fail me. That is why I
must write this down. My fear of your rejection is
why I must cower behind this paper and pen. But, I
will use this slim blue Paper mate as my weapon, my
saber to slice through the insecurities that surround
and press against me as I try to express how you make
I haven�t much experience with happiness and love.
They�re luxuries I haven�t been granted often. But
you supply happiness in excess. What I feel right now
when I look at you may be love, I wonder if it is.
It seems far to clich� to say I have loved you from
first sight. It seems to cheapen the wonder and
uniqueness of what I feel.
You are an utterly amazing individual Marie,
completely beautiful. The grace with which you move
enthralls me. Your velvety brown eyes hold a fire
that I know I will never be able to control. There is
the flawless perfection of that creamy white skin that
so frustrates you and fills you with fear and pain.
To see that ache in you causes one within me.
I remain awed by your strength Marie, it is your most
amazing characteristic and it draws me to you more
than your magnetic smile, your beautiful face or any
of your other enchanting features. Your mutation acts
as a heavy burden but you shoulder it. You were able
to make your way on your own, a trial I know myself.
All the obstacles you face, you refuse to let beat
you. Your soft kindness reveals you have not been
defeated by the hardships, that you are strong enough
to make them a part of you.
Marie, I want you; just as you are. You make me feel
special; I really didn�t think it was possible for
that to happen. But, as my trembling hand finishes
this letter I am forced to ask for a response. I am
forced to ask if you could ever feel for me what I
feel for you. While I know your rejection will rip my
heart from my chest, I�ve known pain before. I don�t
want your piety; I want you to be true to yourself
because your true self is what I revere.
Rogue just sat in the empty closet, looking at the
paper in his hands. She knew why he hadn�t given her
the letter. He hadn�t wanted to hurt Bobby. They�d
been friends since Bobby had arrived at the school.
Rogue took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It
must have been horrible for him to see her with Bobby.
She got to her feet, head spinning with the new
information. It colored all she thought she knew
about John Allerdyce.
She thought about all the time they�d spent together
as she emptied out his drawers. She barely looked at
what she was pulling out of the drawer and dropping in
the box. When she was done the box and the clothes
box contained all evidence that John Allerdyce ever
had been at Xavier�s School for Gifted Youngsters.
�Well,� she thought as she carried the boxes out to
the garage. �Not all evidence.� In her pocket was the
letter written by a gifted youngster who�d made one
serious sacrifice for friendship.
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