Sweet & Wasted - A Heroes/X-Men Movieverse Darkfic
Title: 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.
Sweet & Wasted
Chapter 1 - New Blood.
"Rogue."
"Yes professor?" Rogue looked back at her teacher and protector, Professor Charles Xavier, her hand still on the door handle. Class had just ended, and Rogue was the last student remaining in the room, the class's overflow having spilled into the halls and eddying to their respective freedoms.
"There's a new girl scheduled to arrive today. Miss Claire Bennet," Xavier informed the southern girl. "her father and I were old colleagues and he's sent Claire to live here for a time. She is gifted, like us."
Rogue gave a hesitant nod, silently wondering to herself what the professor's point was. Then again, it was not terribly often Xavier's School for the Gifted received new students, and Rogue had never been personally informed of such events.
"I would like you to escort Ms. Bennet around the grounds this week. Introduce her to people, show her to her classes, make sure she feels comfortable and at home."
"Me?" Rogue's brows lofted and her souther accent thickened with the surprise. "Why me, professor?"
"Because," Xavier smiled kindly. "You were the new girl once as well. Also, I have intuition that you two will get along nicely."
Rogue searched her mind for some sort of reply. "When does she get here?"
"Well, she's in the entrance room now," Xavier manipulated the control on his electric wheelchair and made his way across the office, Rogue politely opening the door for him to pass. "please, join me in welcoming her."
Rogue's gaze followed Xavier as he headed down the hallway before tentatively, the girl sprinted to her teacher's side before slowing to match his pace.
"What's her power?" Rogue asked, brushing back her long hair and tucking the white streaks behind her ears.
"Claire has the ability to heal, much like Logan, ah, there she is."
Rogue looked away from Xavier and faced front. She saw a young woman standing before the still open front door. Flanking each of her legs was a suitcase, her back had a backpack dutifully strapped on it. Loose blond curls tumbled around her tanned, cherubic face. Her charming air was no less subdued by her simple clothing: a red t-shirt and blue jeans.
"Welcome Claire," Xavier said warmly. "I am Charles Xavier, a friend of your father's. How was your trip?"
"Hello Professor," Claire greeted, smiling a kind, but distracted smile. "It was a long trip and, I don't want to be rude but I'm kinda tired..." Claire's voice drifted off.
"Of course," Xavier motioned to Rogue who stood at his side. "This is Rogue, one of my students. I've asked her to show you around the grounds this week. She'll help you with our luggage and show you to your room."
The two girls exchanged pleasant smiles and casual hellos. There was a small awkward moment before Rogue moved to grab one of Claire's suitcases.
"Um, let's get you settled, huh?" Rogue said, hefting the suitcase to her thigh and turning towards the dorms. "Professor." she nodded to Xavier in farewell, a gesture Claire mimicked, only she chased it with a 'thank you'.
The two girls walked side by side down the polished wooden hallways of the school, occasionally passing by another student or teacher.
"So," began Claire. "what's your story?"
Rogue hesitated again, her leather gloves making a strained sound as she nervously tightened her grip on the suitcase's handle.
"Ah..." she exhaled. "I ran away from home when I found out I was a mutant," Rogue blinked, she was not usually so candid. "I was scared an' I ...hurt somebody I cared about." She cleared her throat, a sudden lump forming in it.
"So that's what you guys call it, huh? Mutant?"
"What do you call it?" Rogue questioned.
"I haven't really nailed down a term," Claire admitted as they entered her room. "'Ability' is the best that I've come up with so far."
Rogue put the other girl's luggage down, it thumped heavily as it touched the rug on the floor. "Th' professor say you can heal?" Rogue asked, pushing back a thread of white out of her eyes.
Claire placed her backpack on the bed. "Yeah."
"Does it hurt," Rogue caught herself, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, mind flashing back without permission to when she asked someone else the same thing. "healin', I mean? I imagine bones set an' stuff. Can you even feel pain?"
"I can feel pain," Claire replied, riffling through her pack. "And sure it hurts, but it doesn't last long." She looked at the other girl with a pretty smile. "Paper cuts still sting like a bitch."
Rogue wasn't sure how to respond to that. She almost always wore her gloves now, and hadn't be able to experience the feeling of a paper cut. Once they were such irritations, and now she almost longed for it. Of course, she couldn't tell the new girl, lest she think Rogue strange. So far, all was going pretty smooth. It wasn't until Claire began to laugh softly that Rogue came out of her self pitying thoughts and became more at ease. Ease enough to join Claire in the chuckles. God it was lame, angsting over paper cuts.
Such silly little nuisances.
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.
Sweet & Wasted
Chapter 1 - New Blood.
"Rogue."
"Yes professor?" Rogue looked back at her teacher and protector, Professor Charles Xavier, her hand still on the door handle. Class had just ended, and Rogue was the last student remaining in the room, the class's overflow having spilled into the halls and eddying to their respective freedoms.
"There's a new girl scheduled to arrive today. Miss Claire Bennet," Xavier informed the southern girl. "her father and I were old colleagues and he's sent Claire to live here for a time. She is gifted, like us."
Rogue gave a hesitant nod, silently wondering to herself what the professor's point was. Then again, it was not terribly often Xavier's School for the Gifted received new students, and Rogue had never been personally informed of such events.
"I would like you to escort Ms. Bennet around the grounds this week. Introduce her to people, show her to her classes, make sure she feels comfortable and at home."
"Me?" Rogue's brows lofted and her souther accent thickened with the surprise. "Why me, professor?"
"Because," Xavier smiled kindly. "You were the new girl once as well. Also, I have intuition that you two will get along nicely."
Rogue searched her mind for some sort of reply. "When does she get here?"
"Well, she's in the entrance room now," Xavier manipulated the control on his electric wheelchair and made his way across the office, Rogue politely opening the door for him to pass. "please, join me in welcoming her."
Rogue's gaze followed Xavier as he headed down the hallway before tentatively, the girl sprinted to her teacher's side before slowing to match his pace.
"What's her power?" Rogue asked, brushing back her long hair and tucking the white streaks behind her ears.
"Claire has the ability to heal, much like Logan, ah, there she is."
Rogue looked away from Xavier and faced front. She saw a young woman standing before the still open front door. Flanking each of her legs was a suitcase, her back had a backpack dutifully strapped on it. Loose blond curls tumbled around her tanned, cherubic face. Her charming air was no less subdued by her simple clothing: a red t-shirt and blue jeans.
"Welcome Claire," Xavier said warmly. "I am Charles Xavier, a friend of your father's. How was your trip?"
"Hello Professor," Claire greeted, smiling a kind, but distracted smile. "It was a long trip and, I don't want to be rude but I'm kinda tired..." Claire's voice drifted off.
"Of course," Xavier motioned to Rogue who stood at his side. "This is Rogue, one of my students. I've asked her to show you around the grounds this week. She'll help you with our luggage and show you to your room."
The two girls exchanged pleasant smiles and casual hellos. There was a small awkward moment before Rogue moved to grab one of Claire's suitcases.
"Um, let's get you settled, huh?" Rogue said, hefting the suitcase to her thigh and turning towards the dorms. "Professor." she nodded to Xavier in farewell, a gesture Claire mimicked, only she chased it with a 'thank you'.
The two girls walked side by side down the polished wooden hallways of the school, occasionally passing by another student or teacher.
"So," began Claire. "what's your story?"
Rogue hesitated again, her leather gloves making a strained sound as she nervously tightened her grip on the suitcase's handle.
"Ah..." she exhaled. "I ran away from home when I found out I was a mutant," Rogue blinked, she was not usually so candid. "I was scared an' I ...hurt somebody I cared about." She cleared her throat, a sudden lump forming in it.
"So that's what you guys call it, huh? Mutant?"
"What do you call it?" Rogue questioned.
"I haven't really nailed down a term," Claire admitted as they entered her room. "'Ability' is the best that I've come up with so far."
Rogue put the other girl's luggage down, it thumped heavily as it touched the rug on the floor. "Th' professor say you can heal?" Rogue asked, pushing back a thread of white out of her eyes.
Claire placed her backpack on the bed. "Yeah."
"Does it hurt," Rogue caught herself, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, mind flashing back without permission to when she asked someone else the same thing. "healin', I mean? I imagine bones set an' stuff. Can you even feel pain?"
"I can feel pain," Claire replied, riffling through her pack. "And sure it hurts, but it doesn't last long." She looked at the other girl with a pretty smile. "Paper cuts still sting like a bitch."
Rogue wasn't sure how to respond to that. She almost always wore her gloves now, and hadn't be able to experience the feeling of a paper cut. Once they were such irritations, and now she almost longed for it. Of course, she couldn't tell the new girl, lest she think Rogue strange. So far, all was going pretty smooth. It wasn't until Claire began to laugh softly that Rogue came out of her self pitying thoughts and became more at ease. Ease enough to join Claire in the chuckles. God it was lame, angsting over paper cuts.
Such silly little nuisances.