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
Once. Only once in her lifetime (and what a young life it
had been so far!) Rogue could not take it and she had to flee
to the depths of her mind. Years ago, a very long time ago,
seemingly, Rogue was a prisoner at Genosha. The guards there
had subjected her to physical abuse. Young, innocent, fragile.
That was her. She couldn't take their abuse of her and her
body. She had to leave. She couldn't physically, of course,
because she was their prisoner. So she had mentally escaped.
She had fled and gave the more experienced and self-controlled
Carol Danvers control of her body.
When Rogue had first entered the door and caught sight of
Remy and Kitty, she had been filled with relief. They had
returned, and now, finally, could their lives go back to the
way it was before. But their names had died on her lips. She
had seen their rings. Their closeness and the familiarity
the two shared. She could feel all of her hopes and wishes
crumble to pieces. Life couldn't go back to the way it had
She couldn't take the sight of them. She couldn't bear the
idea of them being married. She needed to get out. To leave.
Out of sight, out of mind. But she couldn't find the doorknob.
She couldn't find a way out. And that was when her mind fell
to pieces. The mental defenses that the Professor had helped
her erect fell apart. And that was when she fled back into
the safety in the depths of her soul and relinquished control
of her body.
Rogue's body continued its malicious and gleeful laugh. It
clutched her stomach and doubled over with laughter. "Slut!
Whore!" she shouted loudly. "That's what you get!
That's all you deserve!"
"Rogue," Bobby said softly, "please stop.
Let's just go." He pulled her towards the door.
But Rogue pulled away. "I'm perfectly fine, Bobby,"
she replied clearly. She marched towards Kitty, Ororo and
Remy. "Let me first thank you so very much for making
my day," she began. "I thought I was in Hell. Truly
I did." She gestured around. "I mean, look at this
place. It's a God-damned palace. She was back with her friends
and had everything but you, Remy."
Rogue looked him straight in the eye. "How I detested
the idea of you and her! I hated you since I first met you.
You see," she continued, "I always knew you were
my only competition for her. But she CHOSE me. Not because
she loved me. Not because I loved her. Simply because I could
touch her. My wife. What a slut. Sold herself out for sex,"
Daniel sneered in Rogue's body.
Remy's hands balled into fists tightly. "Give Rogue
back her body."
Daniel snorted. "My wife? I don't think she wants it
back. No, she's in her corner sobbing uncontrollably. 'Sides,
I still have more things to say."
"Katherine Pryde, or should I say Mrs. LeBeau?"
Daniel asked, chuckling. "My hat goes off to you. I am
beyond grateful to you for everything you have done. Not only
did you steal Remy away from her under her own nose, but you
also wrecked her plans. Her plans that called for my demise!"
"You deserved it," Kurt cried out angrily. "You
drove her to killing you."
Ororo's eyes widened. "Kurt, what did you just say?
I- We- thought he died accidentally."
Kurt angrily pointed at Rogue/Daniel. "No! He drove
her out of her mind and she killed him." Kurt hesitated.
"But we couldn't let her go to jail for it so Logan,
Jean, and I covered it up," he admitted.
Daniel shook his head. "Almost, but not quite. Like
I said, I married a whore. She planned my murder. Calculated
it. And pulled it out perfectly. I came home to find her newly
bruised and battered. Self-inflicted. She attacked and overwhelmed
me and drained me dry. Took all of my powers, my memories.
She absorbed me. And then she poured alcohol down my throat
and all over my face. Called Kurt and fooled the whole lot
of you into believing that she was the victim. Gotta admit
she was one Hell of an actress."
Daniel rubbed his chin. "Kind of ironic, really. She
had decided that she couldn't live with my touches and without
my love but neither could she live with Remy's love and without
his touch. So she decided to combine the two by taking my
powers and going back home. But we all already know the end
of that story so I see no point in rehashing it."
"I am sorry, Rogue," Elizabeth Braddock said solemnly.
Daniel turned towards her. "Betsy," he grinned
broadly, "not at all. You have nothing to be sorry about.
You were always easy on my eyes."
"I am sorry for being so late and slow in my actions,"
she continued. Her pink psychic knife ignited in her right
Rogue turned away and looked out towards the window. They
knew the truth now. She felt so ashamed. She could hear the
other still conferring on what to do with her. Turning her
into the authorities was completely ruled out. Let that sleeping
dog lie. Her mental defenses were back up and her husband
was once again silenced. Now if only the rest of her head
Remy and Kitty were going to leave but Rogue had asked them
to stay. She was going to need all of her friends, regardless
of their current relationships, to get past this next hurdle.
She needed her Momma.
Next: Lost Cause
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