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xmen_heroesTitle: Sweet & Wasted
Rating: Mature
Fandoms: Heroes/X-Men (Pre X3)
Pairings: Eventually Rogue/Claire
Warnings: Spoilers, mature content. Darkfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Any of them. Neither do you.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Girl Talk
Rogue yawned, her mouth stretching into a wide "O". She was not the best student, and Ororo Munroe's slightly exotic lilt was a perfect lullaby. It was calm, soothing and rhythmic, and it seemed to encourage Rogue's sudden bout of narcolepsy. Only when Claire discreetly elbowed her ribs did Rogue sit up and attempt to focus on the board at the head of the class.
"You were snoring." Claire whispered.
"I was not." Rogue answered under her breath.
"Might as well have been."
"Can I help it if the life cycle of algae bores me to death?" Rogue replied. "No, clearly not."
Claire quirked a glossy-lipped smile before lowering her head to look at her notes. She jotted something down, before returning her attention to Rogue. "Listen, after class, how 'bout we review some stuff? Rogue?"
But Rogue was no longer listening. Instead, she was watching Bobby Drake, who was watching Kitty Pryde fish around in her bag. The girl produced a pen, which she lent to the young man.
His hand lingered too long on Kitty's for Rogue's liking. She cast her eyes back to her notebook. Claire stared a bit perplexed at Bobby, who could feel the new girl's eyes on him, his face paling a shade.
As though it were an act of mercy, the bell rang and the busy sound of the class collectively gathering their belongings and rising for freedom filled the room. Rogue scooped up her books quickly and made a quick line for the door. Claire stood at her desk, watching Bobby pass by, before she too, left the classroom.
"Rogue!" Claire called as she approached her acquaintance in an easy jog. She had found Rogue sitting under the shade of a maple tree, legs tucked underneath her, hands fiddling with the hem of her blouse. When Rogue looked up at Claire, it was in a distracted way.
"Lost in thought?" Claire asked gently as she sat next to Rogue.
"huh? No-...well..." Rogue thumped her head on the trunk of the tree in frustration.
"Is it about what happened in class today?"
She looked at the blond, a bit confused over to what she was reffering. "Class?"
"With the boy you were starring at." Claire filled in.
"Oh," Rogue muttered. "Y'noticed that, huh?"
"You like him or something?" Claire guessed.
"We're sorta dating," Rogue said, hesitantly. "But, with my powers, that makes it really hard." She let her voice drift away.
"Why?" Claire asked. "What is your power?"
Rogue swallowed, furtively raising her dark eyes to Claire's. "I...steal people's lives." she whispered in a tone that reminded Claire of that 'I see dead people' quote.
"You steal people's lives?" Claire repeated, confused. "How?"
"If I touch somebody, I absorb their powers and their thoughts. I can't help it. It just happens."
Rogue was now a little un-nerved, a little defensive, claiming that it wasn't her fault and that she could not control her ability. Claire frowned, firmly placing her hands on Rogue's shoulders in an effort to calm her down.
"It's ok. Calm down. Look at me. Breathe. It's ok." Claire sighed, releasing the calming girl. "Yeah, I can see how that might make dating a bit of a problem."
"Y'don't know the half of it," Rogue muttered. "Lately, Bobby's eye has been...wandering. After all, he can touch Kitty." The word touch was spoken, paradoxally, with both venom and understanding.
Claire took a moment before speaking again. "But, you can learn to control your power. I've seen it happen before."
"Yeah, me too. But I just ...I dunno what's wrong with me." At that, Rogue bent her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms, her long auburn hair falling around her like a protective curtain.
Claire hesitated before placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, but she couldn't think of anything to say. There were no comforting words. No cure-all. Just the two of them under a maple tree which rustled and danced in the breeze. Inwardly, Claire sighed, before pulling the troubled girl into a hug. Rogue leaned against Claire at an angle, head pillowed on the blond's collarbone and soft chest. She gathered her gloved hands together and tucked them under her chin, blankly starring out at the acreage before them.
"Did you have a boyfriend back where you lived?" Rogue asked.
"...Yeah, West." Claire smiled at the memory of him. "He was like us, he could fly. He was...he was weird, but he was always there for me, even when I didn't want him to be, y'know?"
Rogue smiled and nodded. "It must have hurt to have to leave him."
"Yeah," Claire said softly. "But it's for the best. I'm safe here, and without me around, West is safe from them too."
"...Yeah" Rogue agreed in a small voice. "Bobby would be safer if I stayed away from him, too."
"Aw, c'mon," Claire tried to perk Rogue up. "Don't talk like that. You two will figure out a way to be together. I know you will."
Rogue shifted, the air about her brooding and doubtful.
"I'm not super strong or anything," Claire began. "But I don't know if I can...I don't know, crush a guy. Or hey, maybe I...I mean..." she blushed. "maybe I'm a perpetual virgin, you know?"
Rogue looked up at Claire with a disbelieving smirk. The idea caused the two girls to laugh.
"Maybe when he's-..." Claire whispered the next words. "inside me... I'll heal up around him and trap him!"
Rogue sat up abruptly, giving Claire a quick slap to the arm. "That's sick!" the souther girl squealed before laughing.
"Hey!" Claire rubbed her arm in good nature. "You started it!" she countered with a shove.
"I didn't!" Rogue insisted.
The pair did not notice their audience.
"Uh, hey."
The girls looked up to notice Bobby looking down at them. "Am I interrupting?"
Claire stifled snickers behind her hand while Rogue answered. "No, not really."
"Okay," he said with a little bit of confusion in his voice. "I was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie or something tonight, Rogue?"
"Sure," Rogue answered with a shrug and a grin, her spirits much higher thanks to the inane womanly chatter. "I've been wanting to see Love in the Moonlit Field, can we go see that, Bobby?" Rogue stood, wrapping her arms around his middle and looking up at him with her dark eyes. "Pleeeaase?"
Claire cleared her throat to cover more giggles. She recognized what was happening here. Rogue was upset with Bobby, and so now he would have to pay the price, via a chick flick. Bravo, Rogue.
"Um, sure." Bobby stuttered, careful not to show his disappointment at the impending torment this particular evening would thrust upon him. But the hug that Rogue gave him made it all tolerable.
"Well," Claire began, rising to her feet. "I'm going to go some homework. You two have a good evening."
The three parted ways, and Rogue laced her arm around Bobby's as the pair walked.
"What were you two laughing about?" he asked.
"Oh nuthin'," Rogue assured him. "Just some girl talk."
Rating: Mature
Fandoms: Heroes/X-Men (Pre X3)
Pairings: Eventually Rogue/Claire
Warnings: Spoilers, mature content. Darkfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Any of them. Neither do you.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Girl Talk
Rogue yawned, her mouth stretching into a wide "O". She was not the best student, and Ororo Munroe's slightly exotic lilt was a perfect lullaby. It was calm, soothing and rhythmic, and it seemed to encourage Rogue's sudden bout of narcolepsy. Only when Claire discreetly elbowed her ribs did Rogue sit up and attempt to focus on the board at the head of the class.
"You were snoring." Claire whispered.
"I was not." Rogue answered under her breath.
"Might as well have been."
"Can I help it if the life cycle of algae bores me to death?" Rogue replied. "No, clearly not."
Claire quirked a glossy-lipped smile before lowering her head to look at her notes. She jotted something down, before returning her attention to Rogue. "Listen, after class, how 'bout we review some stuff? Rogue?"
But Rogue was no longer listening. Instead, she was watching Bobby Drake, who was watching Kitty Pryde fish around in her bag. The girl produced a pen, which she lent to the young man.
His hand lingered too long on Kitty's for Rogue's liking. She cast her eyes back to her notebook. Claire stared a bit perplexed at Bobby, who could feel the new girl's eyes on him, his face paling a shade.
As though it were an act of mercy, the bell rang and the busy sound of the class collectively gathering their belongings and rising for freedom filled the room. Rogue scooped up her books quickly and made a quick line for the door. Claire stood at her desk, watching Bobby pass by, before she too, left the classroom.
"Rogue!" Claire called as she approached her acquaintance in an easy jog. She had found Rogue sitting under the shade of a maple tree, legs tucked underneath her, hands fiddling with the hem of her blouse. When Rogue looked up at Claire, it was in a distracted way.
"Lost in thought?" Claire asked gently as she sat next to Rogue.
"huh? No-...well..." Rogue thumped her head on the trunk of the tree in frustration.
"Is it about what happened in class today?"
She looked at the blond, a bit confused over to what she was reffering. "Class?"
"With the boy you were starring at." Claire filled in.
"Oh," Rogue muttered. "Y'noticed that, huh?"
"You like him or something?" Claire guessed.
"We're sorta dating," Rogue said, hesitantly. "But, with my powers, that makes it really hard." She let her voice drift away.
"Why?" Claire asked. "What is your power?"
Rogue swallowed, furtively raising her dark eyes to Claire's. "I...steal people's lives." she whispered in a tone that reminded Claire of that 'I see dead people' quote.
"You steal people's lives?" Claire repeated, confused. "How?"
"If I touch somebody, I absorb their powers and their thoughts. I can't help it. It just happens."
Rogue was now a little un-nerved, a little defensive, claiming that it wasn't her fault and that she could not control her ability. Claire frowned, firmly placing her hands on Rogue's shoulders in an effort to calm her down.
"It's ok. Calm down. Look at me. Breathe. It's ok." Claire sighed, releasing the calming girl. "Yeah, I can see how that might make dating a bit of a problem."
"Y'don't know the half of it," Rogue muttered. "Lately, Bobby's eye has been...wandering. After all, he can touch Kitty." The word touch was spoken, paradoxally, with both venom and understanding.
Claire took a moment before speaking again. "But, you can learn to control your power. I've seen it happen before."
"Yeah, me too. But I just ...I dunno what's wrong with me." At that, Rogue bent her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms, her long auburn hair falling around her like a protective curtain.
Claire hesitated before placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, but she couldn't think of anything to say. There were no comforting words. No cure-all. Just the two of them under a maple tree which rustled and danced in the breeze. Inwardly, Claire sighed, before pulling the troubled girl into a hug. Rogue leaned against Claire at an angle, head pillowed on the blond's collarbone and soft chest. She gathered her gloved hands together and tucked them under her chin, blankly starring out at the acreage before them.
"Did you have a boyfriend back where you lived?" Rogue asked.
"...Yeah, West." Claire smiled at the memory of him. "He was like us, he could fly. He was...he was weird, but he was always there for me, even when I didn't want him to be, y'know?"
Rogue smiled and nodded. "It must have hurt to have to leave him."
"Yeah," Claire said softly. "But it's for the best. I'm safe here, and without me around, West is safe from them too."
"...Yeah" Rogue agreed in a small voice. "Bobby would be safer if I stayed away from him, too."
"Aw, c'mon," Claire tried to perk Rogue up. "Don't talk like that. You two will figure out a way to be together. I know you will."
Rogue shifted, the air about her brooding and doubtful.
"I'm not super strong or anything," Claire began. "But I don't know if I can...I don't know, crush a guy. Or hey, maybe I...I mean..." she blushed. "maybe I'm a perpetual virgin, you know?"
Rogue looked up at Claire with a disbelieving smirk. The idea caused the two girls to laugh.
"Maybe when he's-..." Claire whispered the next words. "inside me... I'll heal up around him and trap him!"
Rogue sat up abruptly, giving Claire a quick slap to the arm. "That's sick!" the souther girl squealed before laughing.
"Hey!" Claire rubbed her arm in good nature. "You started it!" she countered with a shove.
"I didn't!" Rogue insisted.
The pair did not notice their audience.
"Uh, hey."
The girls looked up to notice Bobby looking down at them. "Am I interrupting?"
Claire stifled snickers behind her hand while Rogue answered. "No, not really."
"Okay," he said with a little bit of confusion in his voice. "I was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie or something tonight, Rogue?"
"Sure," Rogue answered with a shrug and a grin, her spirits much higher thanks to the inane womanly chatter. "I've been wanting to see Love in the Moonlit Field, can we go see that, Bobby?" Rogue stood, wrapping her arms around his middle and looking up at him with her dark eyes. "Pleeeaase?"
Claire cleared her throat to cover more giggles. She recognized what was happening here. Rogue was upset with Bobby, and so now he would have to pay the price, via a chick flick. Bravo, Rogue.
"Um, sure." Bobby stuttered, careful not to show his disappointment at the impending torment this particular evening would thrust upon him. But the hug that Rogue gave him made it all tolerable.
"Well," Claire began, rising to her feet. "I'm going to go some homework. You two have a good evening."
The three parted ways, and Rogue laced her arm around Bobby's as the pair walked.
"What were you two laughing about?" he asked.
"Oh nuthin'," Rogue assured him. "Just some girl talk."
