Disclaimer: The X-Men are property
of Marvel. No one in this story is mine, I don't think. Not
even Rogue's husband, Daniel, who, by the way, is property
of the extremely talented Amanda Sichter.
Again, Amanda, thank you for letting me write this. :)
Dreams to a Reality
Rogue stared dully at her reflection in the mirror. She was
a Class A psycho now. A Genoshan collar was wrapped around
her neck. She had thought that returning to the X-Men would
make her whole again. But she was wrong. Her husband's cries
of betrayal rung deeply in her head. His fits of rage were
now her fits of rage. His words were her words. She had become
dangerous in the past few days. So dangerous that she needed
to wear a Genoshan collar to minimize the damage of her temper
To be whole again she needed more than the X-Men -- she needed
Remy. She needed him to talk to her. To smile at her. To tell
her comforting words. To tell her that he still loved her
as much as she loved him. She had been ignoring it for a long
time. But the idea just wouldn't leave her. Where was he?
Where was her beloved Remy? He couldn't be on a mission for
this long. And the others always avoided mention of him and
changed the subject when it came anywhere near him.
And, for that matter, where was Kitty? She had not seen either
one of them since her return. In the back of her mind she
knew that it was quite possible that the two were together
somewhere. But she refused to acknowledge where that somewhere
may be. And what they were doing at that somewhere.
Rogue stared at her reflection forlornly. How could anyone
possibly love her now? Her husband's last round of abuse was
still in the process of healing. Rogue had refused Logan's
healing factor because she wanted Remy to see her scars and
and understand that she never truly loved her husband and
that she had always thought of him.
Rogue felt the tears well up in her eyes. But but what if
he didn't love her anymore? What if he and Kitty were ...
She could not even complete the thought. She would simply
Jean glared at the mess in front of her. The X-Men were not
babies. Yet, there was a huge pile of dishes in the sink.
Did they think she was their mother? Was she supposed to clean
up after them?
Rogue slowly walked into the kitchen. Jean turned her gaze
towards her and smiled automatically. The X-Men had all agreed
that they had to be especially nice to Rogue and help her
get back on her feet. "Good morning, Rogue," Jean
said cheerfully. "I was just going to make some pancakes.
Would you care for some?"
Rogue ignored Jean's comments and strode purposefully over
to the kitchen counter. Jean watched her with a puzzled, quizzical
look. Rogue took a hold of a kitchen knife. She fingered its
blade gently. Jean's eyes widened. "Rogue, no!"
But it was too late. Rogue had plunged the knife into her
"He's he's in me. He's tellin'- makin'- me do all of
this," Rogue said hoarsely. "He's tauntin' me. Making
me impossible ta live with. Either Ah'm goin' ta have all
mah strength an' go wild or Ah'm gonna be powerless an' he's
gonna keep tellin' me ta kill maheself," Rogue continued
softly. "It's crazy. Ah can't live like this. Torn between
killin' mahself or others. It's crazy. Ah'm crazy."
Next: The Return
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