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Heaven Can Wait	By : aranel Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 5310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rogue lay back against the bathroom door, eyes closed, as all her problems drained away. It was 1:00 in the morning and the only sounds coming from the mansion were those of its sleeping occupants; and if you had really good hearing, a heavy dripping sound. Rogue sighed, dropping the blade. It made a sharp *pang* as it hit the tiles on the floor. She groaned, then realized it was okay. Logan was off on a mission with Ororo and the Professor. He wasn't here to catch her, and her teammates didn't have a clue. Breathing heavily, Rogue opened her eyes, her head dipping forward groggily, as she watched all the stolen memories flawayaway.
Bobby Drake sat at the kitchen table shoveling a plate of scrambled eggs, and trying to beat the morning rush. He mentally laughed. 'Morning rush! Drake you 't l't live there anymore. Stop comparing everything to New York!' He sat and thought about his latest chiding. True, he couldn't say he lived in the city anymore, even if Long Island wasn't considered "the city" to New Yorkers. He still lived in the state, though Bayville was nothing compared to his hometown. He vaguely wondered what Evan really thought about living here. He was from almost the same area as Bobby. 'Then again, Evan's been here longer than me.' And it was the truth, Evan almost had a whole year on him, and Bobby guessed that made a difference, though he couldn't be sure. He'd been here five months longer than Warren, and Warren seemed to be adjusting better than he was. 'Probably 'cause he's used to the rich life. Then again, maybe it's just a lot easier to not get caught flying here.' Bobby chuckled. A penthouse in his own building uptown, in the liveliest part of the city; and Warren had left it as if he'd been living in a cardboard box. Bobby shook his head. 'Iuld uld really talk to him about that one.'

He looked up as the kitchen door opened, and smiled as he saw Rogue enter. Of all the people here, he liked Rogue the most. She was honest, straightforward, and fearless. She was a great listener, and the best at respecting personal space. 'That's probably a forced habit though.' She glanced up at him, only noticing him as she reached the table. She gave him a weak smile and leaned across the table for an apple. Lying back in her chair she began to eat it slowly. Bobby watched her carefully, his food forgotten; there was something �different. He couldn't quite place it, but something was wrong.

"So," Bobby said, trying to sound casual. You didn't just up and ask somebody like Rogue what was wrong, unless you wanted to die. "You riding with me today or Scott?" Rogue shrugged. "You ah guess, Scott's been getting' on mah nerves." Bobby tried to hide how happy he was. Yeah, he had a thing for Rogue; he'd be the first to admit it. And for her to choose him over Scott was a big deal. Sure it was just a ride to school, but Bobby chose to count it as a point for him. He didn't exactly have the "perfect" car. He had a Kia Sportage, but at least it was a car. And he'd had to promise on everything he held sacred to get it. After all those joyrides, and lots of other "brilliant ideas", Bobby was lucky the Professor had even let him have a car. Because of his past with engines, and his apparent speed addiction, he had gotten a "sensible" car. However, nonetheless, it was a car and it was his. And now, he'd be driving Rogue to school in it.

He was about to try and approach her on what was wrong when the kitchen door opened and various X-men entered. Rogue groaned and got up, heading for the door. "Hey Rogue, be ready in fifteen minutes," he called after her. She waved her hand, but didn't turn around. Then she disappeared through the door. Scott turned to Bobby, confused. "Wait! Rogue's going with you?"

Bobby had wanted to talk to Rogue in the car on the way to school, but he didn't get the chance. Jubilee, Sam, and Rahne had gone with them. Bobby knew it'd be hard enough to get to talk to her alone, now there wasn't even a possibility. Not to mention she fell asleep on the way there. She was sitting in the passenger's seat, and he couldn't help glancing over at her every chance he got. If she wasn't feeling well, sleep would be the logical option, right? But, somehow it didn't feel right to Bobby. And that feeling gnawed at him all day long.
"I hate Mondays!" Kitty said, lounging comfortably in the backseat of Scott's convertible. "Ja! So do I. But, at least it's over," Kurt replied. "One down, four to go!" said Evan. He and Kurt high-fived over Kitty's head. Scott was busy trying to talk Taryn into going to the pizzeria with them. "I hope she doesn't come," Kitty said, "Then I don't have to be stuck back here between you two goofballs!" Kurt clutched a hand to his chest. "Ach Keitty! Zat hurt! You cut us to ze quick!" Kitty laughed. "Yeah, well five bucks says she comes," Evan said. Kitty turned on the challenge. She happened to know Taryn had cheerleading practice today, and nothing was more sacred to Taryn than practice. "Do I look stupid to you?" Kitty mused. Then she smiled. "Make it ten and you have a deal." "Uh�Keitty�" "Not now elf! So you in?" She and Evan shook hands. A minute later Scott walked over with Taryn on his arm. He opened the door for her and she got in. Kitty scowled. Evan smiled. "I tried to tell you Katzchen," Kurt said. "That'll be ten bucks!" Evan said, holding out his hand. Grumbling, Kitty reached into her pocket and took out her wallet. She placed ten dollars in Evan's hand. "Thank you," he replied. She just continued to scowl. "Don't mess with the master." Kitty slid down in her seat. Kurt put his arm around her comfortingly, and she nuzzled closer to him. Evan just shook his head. Scott ignored them.

Just as Scott started the car, Rogue appeared beside it. She seemed to surprise everyone, coming out of nowhere. It was funny, considering four of the cars occupants were mutants, two of which literally could appear out of nowhere. "Hey Rogue!" Scott said, casually. "Are ya guys goin' home?" Rogue asked. She was shaking a little, as if she were cold, and rubbing her left arm. "No, why?" Scott replied. "It's nothin'. Jus Bobby has hockey practice, and tha othas headed off somewhere. An' ah was jus wonderin' if ya'll were headed home." "Actually, we were headed to the pizzeria," Scott said. "You wanna come?" Kitty asked. "Naw, thanks, but ah jus wanna go home." "We could drop you off on the way there. You wouldn't mind, would you Taryn?" Rogue turned, realizing for the first time there was a non-mutant in the group. 'Thank God ah didn't say anythin' stupid' she mused. "No, it's fine," Taryn replied. "Naw, that's okay," Rogue said. One of Scott's eyebrows lifted. He came to the same conclusion as the others; Rogue didn't want to risk hurting Taryn. He sighed, he hadn't thought of that. "I can take you home Liebchen. Zen I can meet ze others zere." He began to get up as the others nodded. It would take Kurt under a minute to do it. "No-" He stopped, mid jump. "That's okay Kurt, ah'll be fhine. Ah can walk. Ya should go." He looked at her, hurt. "Rogue, it's really okay. I can do it, fine." He snapped his fingers, implying his Bamf. She smiled. "Naw, Kurt, it's sweet n' everythin', but really, it's okay." "You sure?" he asked, hoping she'd change her mind. No such luck. "Yeah, ah'll be fhine. Ya'll go." Kurt sat back, grumbling. Evan hopped out his side of the car. "I'll take ya home girl," he said, pulling his skateboard out of the car. "Naw, ya have plans. Go Ev, it's really okay." "No, it's fine. I didn't really wanna go anyway." She stepped back to glare at him. He smiled. "Rogue?" Scott asked. She looked at him. "If you really want to go home, we can still take you. You can take Evan's seat. He'll board home." Rogue looked from Scott to Evan, who smiled, and back again. "Naw, thanks. Maybe ah'll jus call Warren ta pick me up." She took a step back and groaned. "Ah shoulda done that in tha first place, sorry."

She hadn't meant to, but somehow she'd hit something in Scott. "Warren?" he asked, incredulously, "Why? No you did the right thing. Warren doesn't go to school. You came to the people who do, there's nothing wrong with that. Get in, I'm taking you home." "Scott-" "Rogue." She sighed. She wasn't in the mood to fight with him right now. She turned and began to walk down the block, surprising everyone. Scott put the car in reverse, and Evan got on his board after her. She stopped, knowing they were following. Turning to them, she glared. She pointed at Evan, then at the car. When he didn't move she moved to remove a glove and he bolted toward the car. Fitting her glove back, she began to walk down the block again. "Rogue!" Scott called. She didn't turn around. He moved to follow, but all three backseat passengers stopped him. "She's probably not feeling well," Kurt offered. "All the more reason-" "Like, leave her alone Scott. She'll get home." Kitty folded her arms across her chest. "And, like, what's so wrong with Warren coming to pick her up?!" Scott opted to not answer that question. Instead he started the car down the street.

Rogue ran toward the institute as fast as she could. She hadn't called Warren to pick her up, because she knew she wouldn't be able to wait. She had to get home now. The pain! It hurt so bad. She needed to get it out and quickly. Her only answer lay at home, and she needed to get there as soon as possible. Then she'd be fine, everything would be fine. She wondered when this had become a habit. When had it become the only answer? She wasn't sure; she just knew she had to do it. She'd go crazy if she didn't do it. So she ran as fast as she could. Toward home, and her only solution.
Bobby walked down the hall, silently cursing. He'd pulled his shoulder pretty badly in practice today. Two things bothered him more than the pain. The first was that he hadn't seen it coming. The second was the fact that now he'd have to rub some kind of pain relieving cream on it, and they were usually pretty hot; Bobby couldn't stand hot. Not only was he being forced to put it on, but he couldn't even find the damn cream. Eight bathrooms and not one damn jar. He shrugged, and winced. One bathroom left. If this one didn't have it�He groaned.

The door was slightly ajar, and Bobby slowly poked his head into the bathroom. He saw Rogue sitting on the windowsill, staring out the window. He turned to look around him. No one in the hall, this would be a good time to talk to her. He stepped into the bathroom softly. "Rogue?" She turned to him slowly, her eyes only half open. Bobby�s budding empathy picked up a heavy cloud of depression and he took a step back as it hit him. He closed his eyes for a moment, gaining control, and pushing the feelings down. Still his stomach lurched, and all his senses screamed something was definitely wrong. He took a step toward her. She turned to look out the window again. "Rogue?" He began to approach her, each step faster than the last.

When he reached her his insides twisted. Her left arm was bleeding profusely. The black red blood oozed out of a gash from wrist to elbow. "Jesus! Rogue what happened?!" he cried, grabbing her arm. There was blood everywhere. Why hadn�t he noticed before? He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her arm. As he applied pressure, the white towel began to turn bright red. "Rogue? Rogue?" She looked at him slowly. Bobby froze the towel to her arm, trying to stop the bleeding. He bent to lift her and something dropped from her right hand. Realization hit him before the blade even hit the windowsill. His eyes flew to meet hers. "Rogue?! What the hell did you do?!" he cried. She didn�t respond. Her eyelids began to flutter and her head rolled forward. "Rogue? Rogue! Fuck!" Bobby picked her up and rushed out of the bathroom, kicking the door out of the way. He nearly ran over Jamie. The twelve year olds eyes widened as he saw Rogue. "Rogue? Bobby what-" "Jamie, just go find Mr. McCoy." When the boy didn�t move Bobby screamed at him. "Now Jamie!" Jamie ran down the hall. Bobby went down the other way, headed for the stairs.

Samuel Gunthrie, or Sam to his friends, ran up the main staircase, Wolfsbane at his heels. He didn�t know how, but this had somehow become a ritual. He flaunted her book bag and she raced after him. He was laughing; he always loved a good chase. As he turned he caught sight of Bobby carrying Rogue and stopped. Rahne stopped too as they came into her line of sight. She morphed back into a girl and stood, dumbfounded on the stairs. "Bobby?" Sam didn�t quite know what to say. "Just don�t go into the upstairs bathroom. The girl�s wing." "Why?" "Just don�t!" Bobby snapped. For some reason Bobby wasn�t solely concerned, he was angry too. Sam turned to watch Bobby descend the stairs as fast as he possibly could. Rahne looked at Sam for an answer. He just stared after Bobby. �What happened?�

As Bobby reached the last step the front door opened and Warren walked in. He�d been smiling, as if in greeting, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Bobby. Warren rushed over, his wings fluttering in obvious concern. Bobby just kept going. He was going to see Rogue taken care of if it killed him. "Bobby what happened?" Warren asked, reaching them. "Rogue tried to kill herself." t?!t?!" Bobby didn�t even want to think about it, he just had to keep moving. If he took a moment to think, he�d never be able to help her. Warren stopped. "Why?" he mumbled, before running to catch up. "I dunno," Bobby replied. Though Warren hadn�t asked him, and he was answering for himself.

Bobby could tell by the way Warren was crowding him, that he wanted to carry Rogue. Bobby was almost tempted to give in. His shoulder was on fire. He�d definitely torn something. But, he just couldn�t do it. Rogue was his best friend. He�d take care of her himself.

Reaching the brand new med lab, installed by Beast, Bobby lay Rogue down on the table and took a step back. Now what? Warren was staring at Rogue. Bobby looked at her now unconscious form. Why? Why? What had been so horrible that she couldn�t talk to him about it? He was angry, he was terrified, he felt betrayed. Warren placed a hand on his shoulder. He was a hell of a better empath than Bobby. Warren used his empathy to flood Bobby with feelings of understanding. He pulled away. He wanted to hurt. If Rogue was hurting, then by God he wanted to hurt too. Warren stopped and just turned to Rogue, tears in his eyes. Bobby looked at Warren. Poor Warren. This had to hurt him a lot too. He was in love with Rogue. �Then again,� Bobby thought, �He isn�t the only one.�

Hank McCoy ran toward the med lab as fast as he could. Jamie hadn�t made much sense. He�d been out of breath, crying, and rambling. In fact, Beast had only understood three words (but they�d made all the difference) Blood, Rogue, and Quick.

As he entered the lab he saw Warren and Bobby standing sullenly over Rogue�s body. His heart lurched and he rushed over to them. Quickly slipping on a pair of latex gloves, he checked for a pulse. Faint, but it was there. He sighed, at least she wasn�t dead. He looked up at the two boys, neither of which had moved. "What happened?" he asked, trying to sound calm. Why did things always happen when he was left with the kids? Warren shrugged sadly. He still had wind blown cheeks from the cool autumn day. Beast turned to Bobby. "Bobby?" The boy didn�t look up. "I�she�I found her in the bathroom like that. She�" his voice cracked, as soft tears began to roll down his face. "She�" "She did it herself. At least that�s what Bobby thinks," Warren supplied. "I don�t think! I know!" Bobby snapped.

Shaking off the surprise, Hank began to look for an injury. He found Rogue�s forearm frozen in ice. He had to hand it to Bobby; it was a very good idea. He�d closed off the wound and kept fresh blood from flowing too quickly through it. It would probably be what would save her in the end; the left arm was the closest appendage to the heart. "Bobby is there any way you can melt this?" he asked. Bobby shook his head. Hank sighed. That would pose a small problem. "I can melt that," came a voice. They all turned to see Amara standing in the doorway, beside an extremely emotional Jamie. She walked over to them, and extending her hand over Rogue�s arm, slowly melted the ice. "What are you doing here?" Bobby asked angrily. She shrugged. Beast unwrapped the towel gently. �Wow. Bobby�s quicker than I thought.� He tried hard not to gasp as he examined the wound. "I ran into Jamie in the hall and came down here to get him. Lucky I did," Amara said. It was bad. �At least four inches deep,� Beast guessed, �and she may have struck an artery.� The blood was dark, which was never a good sign, and the wound was long. The cut was straight, as if a surgeon had done it, and he believed Bobby was right; Rogue had to have done this herself. �But why?�

"I thought you might need this," Amara said, pulling the blade from God only knows where. Warren choked back a sob as she handed it to Beast. Bobby�s eyes focused on it, and he felt dizzy. He turned away, trying to force himself not to vomit. Jamie collapsed in a fit of hysterics. As soon as Hank held the blade Amara looked away, tears welling in her eyes. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. Blood still dripped off the tip of the blade. What was not covered in blood shone brightly in the light. Hank stared at the blade, almost in shock. It didn�t look good. Rogue probably didn�t have much time.

Slamming the blade on the table, he rushed the four teens out of the door. Ignoring their cries, he closed the door, locking it. He turned to face Rogue. "Why?" he whispered before setting to work.
"I still can�t believe you did that Scott! That was so rude!" Jean Grey fumed, in the passenger�s seat of Scott�s car. "Me?! Hey look Jean I didn�t start it! Next time you can tell Duncan to shove it up his-" "Shut Up!!" Kitty screamed from the backseat. "God, you guys have been going at it for like an hour already! Would you just give it a rest?!" The car remained silent for the next five minutes, as they pulled up to the mansion. Jean got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Her telekinesis bent it inward. "Jesus! Was that necessary Jean?!" Scott cried. She turned around, furious. As they began to fight again Kurt, Kitty, and Evan went into the mansion. Exhausted from being subjected to Scott and Jean�s argument, they slowly headed to the living room. They froze in the hall as they saw all their teammates in there crying. Kitty felt her stomach plummet. "Where�s Rogue?" she asked, near panic, when she realized her roommate wasn�t in the room. Her question only caused more tears, and a few large sobs. Kitty�s feet moved forward of their own accord. "Guys?" she asked, her voice cracking. Evan and Kurt had followed her into the room. "Somebody answer me!" she cried, tears forming in her eyes. Now in complete panic, she grabbed the first person she saw. It happened to be Warren. She gripped his arm, pleading with her eyes. He didn�t answer her with words, he didn�t have to. He drew Kitty into his arms, holding her tightly as she began to bawl. Kurt�s eyes began to tear as reality sank in. Evan just stood there, gripping his skateboard and slowly shaking his head.

The front door slammed closed. "Just stay away from me Scott! I don�t need to hear it!" Jean cried, storming into the mansion. Scott followed closely behind her. He was about to say something when they both saw the scene in the living room and stopped. "What happened?" Scott asked.
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