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    Title: Seasons of Growth Chapter 4: Trippy-Ass Marvel Superhero Shit Author: November Tuesday Email: novemberotica@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 for naughty words,
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      Title: Seasons of Growth
      Chapter 4: Trippy-Ass Marvel Superhero Shit

      Author: November Tuesday

      Email: novemberotica@...

      Rating: NC-17 for naughty words, discussion of rape.

      Summary: Carter reacts.

      Continuity: Series begins 3 years after X1.

      Disclaimer: Marvel, Fox, Brian Singer yadda yadda yaddaÂ…

      Archive: Sure, and if it's someplace other than list archives, please
      let me know.

      Feedback: is my lifeblood. Please please please!

      Author's Notes: Thanks to N. E. Star for beta.

      Rogue was back in time to TA her first bio class. She was a bit
      apprehensive about this but after getting her first mission out of
      the way, it was nothing. All she wound up doing was handing out
      syllabi and books anyway. It was a day of firsts, and when it was
      over she felt she had aged a year.

      She went to the medbay after, to see Carter.

      Jean had him on an IV with morphine. Cleaned up, tears and blood
      washed away, he looked better. Thin and wiry but handsome in a goth
      sort of way. His hair was shaggy and black and his face white, but
      now there was some color in his cheeks. He looked comfortable, zonked
      out of his mind by the morphine.

      His eyes fluttered open. "Skunk girl." He mumbled.

      "You can call me Rogue." She smiled.

      "Kay," His eyes closed and opened again. The pain she saw there
      blindsided her, made her feel small and naive and unworthy. "Din'nt
      mean to killer."

      "I know. If you want, you can learn to control it here."

      His eyes drifted closed, wiping away the pain. "Issis like-
      mescaline." His words were slow and slurred.

      "Yeah, but it's real," she said. "When I first got here I was pretty
      freaked out myself."


      "Three years ago."

      "No way are you oller than me." He grinned dopishly.

      "I am. A year older."

      "A little young to play superhero," he teased.

      Rogue gave him the raised eyebrow. "You must be feeling better, if
      you're able to mock me."
      "Must be," he said dumbly.

      Later, Xavier and Scott came to talk to him. He and Carissa's next of
      kin was their mother, who had abandoned them two weeks earlier when
      they manifested. Their stepfather, Bob, had a different approach. He
      and his redneck friends took them out into the country, poked and
      prodded and beat them up.

      What Xavier could sense, but didn't know, was that that after the
      group of them had beaten him and raped Chrissy, they left. And one of
      them, Dwayne, slinked back and raped him while Chrissy watched.
      Dwayne didn't want his esteemed friends to know that he liked boys
      better than girls. He wasn't no fag, and he didn't need his friends
      thinking that either.

      Xavier told them that he had several choices. Did he want to make the
      funeral arrangements for Carissa himself? He did. Did he want to call
      his mother? He wanted to tell her to go to hell, and would if only he
      knew where she was. Did he want to proceed with local law enforcement
      and press assault and abduction charges? He wanted to, but good old
      Bob was friends with the Chief of Police in Bumblefuck county, so it
      wouldn't matter.

      Xavier gave him the option of staying. When he was able to go out in
      a wheelchair, Rogue showed him around the school. She showed him the
      classrooms and the dining hall and all of her favorite little places -
      the trail around the duck pond, the swing hidden in the woods and
      the nook where the rose garden met the maze.

      "Chrissy would have loved this," he said sadly, not bothering to hide
      his tears.

      He contemplated Rogue and was glad to have found a friend, a pretty
      friend, even. He saw Kitty and he really wanted to stay.

      She even showed him the danger room, ran a sim for him.

      "What the fuck kinda trippy-ass Marvel superhero shit is this?"

      At times he sat and stared out the window without moving. At other
      times he seemed edgy and a little aggressive sometimes sardonic. The
      empaths in the house could smell the guilt, the grief, seeping from
      him in waves, and avoided him for the sake of their own sanity.

      He talked to Hank in his office, ranting about what had happened,
      yelling so that his voice alarmed Jean and Darla despite the closed
      door. Without much premeditation this turned into a twice a week
      therapy session. Sometimes he cried, sometimes he felt he should die
      for killing his sister. Sometimes he got drunk and drank still more
      until he retched his guts up into the toilet. It was at this time
      that his guilt was faintest, as if it had been purged as well.

      But when Scott took him into the hangar and explained the mysteries
      of Blackbird Two, his fate was sealed. He had met the love of his
      life. He would stay. With Scott taking on more of Xavier's
      administrative duties, they needed a mechanic around to tend to their
      small flock of Birds. He mentioned this to Carter and his eyes lit
      up, making him seem for a second like the boy he had been. Carter
      would finish his training as a mechanic, and would stay at the school.

      Chapter 5 is up at novemberotica.com
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