Budding Relationship (1/15)(X-Men Evolution. Rogue/Scott Summers.)
Title: Budding Relationship.
Fandom: X-Men (Evolution).
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rogue/Scott Summers(Cyclops).
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 366.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None.
Author Notes: Written for xmen15; Prompt- 01.School. Sorry for the title...really hate coming up with them. Using these prompts to make a connecting story of their relationship.
Budding Relationship
"Ugh!" Rogue grunted as she tugged fruitlessly at her locker. First, she had to deal with Todd snatching her lunch with his nasty slimy tongue. She managed to trip over herself during one of Lance's minor earthquakes, causing the student body of Bayville High to laugh at her. And let's not forget the sixty-five she got on her Spanish test. Like it couldn't have gotten worse, she needed to get into her locker and the damn thing jammed on her.
"Piece of shit." She growled, kicking the locker beneath hers hard. Maybe if she left an indent the person below her would have just as a miserable day.
"I do believe that your violating school property, Rogue."
Rogue jumped, startled by the sudden voice losing her balance. An arm reached out and steadied her. Muttering a soft thanks, the teen pushed away from the boy and returned her attention on the locker.
Scott laughed, leaning against the set of lockers beside her, "Is there a reason that you are glaring at you locker like you want to kill it?"
She sighed, pushing a stray piece of her striped her behind her ear, "Ah get the damn thin' to open. It's jammed." She started, kicking the bottom locker again.
His dark brown brow rose as his arms crossed over his chest, "You tried hitting it?"
Green eyes narrowed in his direction, "Of course Ah've tried hittin' it! It won't open!"
Scott smiled, quickly looking up and down the hallway to be sure no one else was watching. "Stand back." He ordered and Rogue took a few steps back. He reached up, lowering the specially made sunglasses. Being careful he opening one eye. The red beam hit the locker door, bending the metal inward, and a loud crash followed as it clattered to the floor.
“Well thanks Scott.”
He moved aside with a smile to let her into her locker.
“Mister Summers, Miss Rogue, my office...Now!” Raven Darkholme yelled as she appeared at the hall, arms crossed over her chest while glaring at the two teenagers.
The pair looked at one another, a frightful expression on Scott’s face while Rogue simply shrugged and walked forward, clenching her books.
End.
Fandom: X-Men (Evolution).
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rogue/Scott Summers(Cyclops).
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 366.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None.
Author Notes: Written for xmen15; Prompt- 01.School. Sorry for the title...really hate coming up with them. Using these prompts to make a connecting story of their relationship.
Budding Relationship
"Ugh!" Rogue grunted as she tugged fruitlessly at her locker. First, she had to deal with Todd snatching her lunch with his nasty slimy tongue. She managed to trip over herself during one of Lance's minor earthquakes, causing the student body of Bayville High to laugh at her. And let's not forget the sixty-five she got on her Spanish test. Like it couldn't have gotten worse, she needed to get into her locker and the damn thing jammed on her.
"Piece of shit." She growled, kicking the locker beneath hers hard. Maybe if she left an indent the person below her would have just as a miserable day.
"I do believe that your violating school property, Rogue."
Rogue jumped, startled by the sudden voice losing her balance. An arm reached out and steadied her. Muttering a soft thanks, the teen pushed away from the boy and returned her attention on the locker.
Scott laughed, leaning against the set of lockers beside her, "Is there a reason that you are glaring at you locker like you want to kill it?"
She sighed, pushing a stray piece of her striped her behind her ear, "Ah get the damn thin' to open. It's jammed." She started, kicking the bottom locker again.
His dark brown brow rose as his arms crossed over his chest, "You tried hitting it?"
Green eyes narrowed in his direction, "Of course Ah've tried hittin' it! It won't open!"
Scott smiled, quickly looking up and down the hallway to be sure no one else was watching. "Stand back." He ordered and Rogue took a few steps back. He reached up, lowering the specially made sunglasses. Being careful he opening one eye. The red beam hit the locker door, bending the metal inward, and a loud crash followed as it clattered to the floor.
“Well thanks Scott.”
He moved aside with a smile to let her into her locker.
“Mister Summers, Miss Rogue, my office...Now!” Raven Darkholme yelled as she appeared at the hall, arms crossed over her chest while glaring at the two teenagers.
The pair looked at one another, a frightful expression on Scott’s face while Rogue simply shrugged and walked forward, clenching her books.
End.