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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 19: Denouement
Now finished with her story, Rogue sighed. She held herself in the fetal position, her chin resting on one knee, her bare feet balanced on the edge of her seat. Unshed tears shone from her eyes, their surface tension battling with gravity for supremacy and, for the moment, prevailing.
Rogue sighed again, hovering between wistful and forlorn. “The next hour or so is mostly a blur,” she continued softly. “Ah mahta called the ambulance on Cody; or maybe Ah called his folks and told ‘em Cody had a seizure.” She shook her head. “The next thing Ah recall with any clarity is Mystique trashin’ mah room lookin’ lahk Wolverine ‘n’ then chasin’ me as Storm.”
Jean nodded. “The rest, as they say, is history. That was a rough night for me and Kitty as well.”
“And, like, just for the record,” Kitty added, “we totally wouldn’t have thought you were a slut or anything if you’d, like, told us the truth to begin with or whatever.”
“Nor do we now,” Amara chimed in with a reassuring smile.
Rogue’s lips twitched, as though she wanted to smile but could not yet quite manage it. “Ah appreciate y’all sayin’ so,” she told them. “Ah’m sorry Ah doubted y’all.”
“Bitches gave you a hard time. It’s hard to trust again,” Jubilee commented, her eyes sweeping the room meaningfully, “but this bunch is pretty good at it.” Smiles spread around the room at her comments.
Danielle fixed Rogue with a thoughtful gaze. “It seems like you were pretty crazy about him,” she observed. “Have you been able to keep in touch with Cody?”
Rogue shook her head. “The first couple tahms Ah trahd callin’, his folks hung up on me,” she answered. “Eventually Ah did talk ta Cody himself, but…” Here she swallowed the growing lump in her throat. “He didn’t remember me. At all.”
The others winced. “Damn, girl,” Tabby said. “That fucking sucks.”
“Ah zapped him pretty bad,” Rogue admitted, “but Ah think maybe he chose to forget me ‘n’ move on, especially once Magneto outed us mutants.”
“But you haven’t, like, moved on from him,” commented Kitty. “When we roomed together, you hogged the TV, like, all afternoon on Saturday afternoons to watch football or whatever. Now I know why: you just wanted to see him.”
Rogue’s cheeks glowed. “So sue me,” she sniffed. “Maybe Ah hadn’t moved on then. But maybe Ah can now.”
“It does feel much better to have told the truth,” Jean agreed.
“Ah’m glad Ah got all that off mah chest,” Rogue confirmed with a deep breath.
“Well, it surre doesna need any morre weight on it, that’s ferr surre!” Rahne jibed. Rogue merely rolled her eyes.
“I hope that telling us will also help you come to terms with your powers,” Jean added, intent on making her point. “Perhaps it will even bring you a step closer to controlling them.”
“If for no other reason than getting laid again,” Tabby teased her. Rogue gave her a look that seemed to question the blonde’s utter lack of tact. Oblivious, Tabby continued: “I mean, I pitied you before, when I thought you were stuck as a perpetual virgin; but you’re not. You know what you’re missing, which in my opinion is a million times worse.”
“Thanks fer remahndin’ me,” growled Rogue. “Ah reckon it coulda been worse, though.” She rubbed her stomach absently. “We, ah, won’t usin’ no protection,” she explained.
Jubilee whistled. “You like to live dangerously,” she remarked, shaking her head. “Then again, I’m one to talk, huh?”
“You got smart about it later,” Rogue replied. “If mah powers hadn’t activated, Ah very lahkely woulda contributed to Mississippi’s outta-control teen pregnancy rate.”
“RRocked yerr worrld but good, did he?” teased Rahne. Rogue’s cheeks burned but she nodded anyway. A small but significant smile played on her full lips.
“I yearn for the day when Sam and I might make love without barrier,” Amara sighed. “I envy you for sharing that with Cody.”
“For real,” Tabby sympathized. “I miss being on the pill and being able to fuck bareback. It’s waaayyy better that way.”
“It’s for sure the way, like, God intended,” Kitty chimed in.
Jubilee raised an eyebrow and started to say something, but Jean silenced her with a pointed look.
Rogue sighed, “At this point, Ah’d put someone in a wetsuit with a hole cut in it, just so Ah could have a chance to do it again.” Based on her tone, no one thought she was exaggerating.
“Do you fancy anyone in particular?” asked Amara.
“Remy,” Wanda blurted. “She calls his name out when she —“
“Wanda!” exclaimed Rogue, her eyes wide.
Her roommate winced. “Sorry – I thought we all knew…”
Kitty giggled impishly. “For real, Rogue – I bet even Danielle knows you’re hot for him.” The Seneca girl half-smiled and nodded; her face carried the expression, ‘yes, I noticed too.’
Rogue snorted. “Fahn, sure, Ah lahk me some Cajun spahce. Ah still didn’t want mah roomie blabbin’ that Ah think about him when Ah… Ah…”
“Frrig yerr fanny into a frrenzy?” supplied Rahne.
“Dial O on your little pink telephone?” Tabby quipped with a knowing wink.
“Google your Yahoo?” teased Kitty with a giggle.
“I’ve always liked ‘paddling your canoe’,” Danielle admitted shyly.
Amara looked around, bewildered. “These are all euphemisms for masturbation, correct?” Tabby gave her a thumbs-up in affirmation.
“It’s all right, Rogue,” Jean reassured her. “It’s not like you’re the only one.”
Rogue raised an eyebrow. “You, uh, jill off to Remy?”
Now it was Jean’s turn to feel uncomfortable. “Ummm, yes, once in a while,” she answered, her cheeks as red as her hair. “He’s a handsome man.”
“Oh, you got nothing to be ashamed about, Red,” Tabby exclaimed. “He’s totally yummy. I’d love for him to tap this.”
Changing the subject, Kitty asked, “Rogue, is it okay if we, like, use your real name now?”
Rogue pursed her lips thoughtfully. A long moment passed while she pondered, during which she unfurled herself into a much-needed stretch. “Ah dunno. To use a real country phrase, Ah need ta chew on it fer a spell.”
Kitty grinned. “I hope you say yes!” she gushed. “It’d be, like, totally awesome if we could use your real name and stuff, like everyone else!” Her friend could not help but smile back due to her infectious enthusiasm.
Tabby, from her seat next to Amara, yawned and stretched. “Man, what time is it?” she asked. “I dunno about you ladies, but this working girl’s hit the wall.”
Amara checked the clock on the wall. “It is nearly three in the morning,” she answered, barely suppressing a yawn of her own.
Unable to pass up the opportunity, Jubilee decided to needle Tabby: “No wonder you’re pooped. I hear pole-dancing is pretty intense.”
Tabby’s lips parted slightly. Her eyes twinkled at the prospect of reengaging the war of insults she and Jubilee had begun earlier, before Jean had brokered a truce. “Yeah, it’s a pretty good workout,” she responded, folding her arms. “Maybe you should try it.”
Jubilee’s jaw dropped. Her brows knit together. “Did you just call me fat?”
“Nope – just out of shape,” Tabby fired back.
Jubilee’s hands began to crackle. However, Jean stepped in again, as she had earlier in the evening. “Ladies, please,” she entreated them, “let’s not ruin any progress we’ve made tonight by ending on an acrimonious note.”
The two looked at each other for a long moment. They wavered between glaring and sizing each other up. A small but genuine smile curled their lips.
“I got an idea, Jubes,” declared the blonde. “We’ve hurled some good insults at each other tonight, talked a lot of shit. Maybe that should be our thing – talking shit to each other.”
Seeing where Tabby was going, Jubilee finished, “But we’re actually cool the whole time.” The San Franciscan nodded. “Sounds like a deal I can live with.” She approached the center of the room, where the other girl met her. They shook hands.
“Bitch,” said Tabby.
“Slut,” said Jubilee.
Both girls laughed. The tension poured out of the room. The other girls just watched the exchange, none of them quite certain how to react beyond a shaking head or sideways glance.
Now it was Kitty’s turn to yawn, a yawn which proved contagious. “I definitely need to get to bed or whatever,” she told the party. “I’ve got, like, a mountain of homework this weekend – fifty calculus problems, a history paper, and, like, half of the Canterbury Tales.”
Jean wrinkled her nose. “I remember reading that. I didn’t much care for its narrative-within-a-narrative structure.”
Tabby snorted. “Me neither.”
“Did you actually read it?” asked Jean with a raised eyebrow.
“Hell no!” the blonde crowed, grinning ear-to-ear because the redhead had taken the bait.
Jean shook her head ruefully and chuckled. “I really should’ve expected that.”
“Before we turn in for the night, why don’t we do something as a group?” suggested Danielle.
Deadpan, Wanda recommended, “We could have a naked pillow-fight that turns into an orgy.” The others turned to stare at her, dumbfounded. Her hereditary blue-grey eyes twinkled as she beamed.
“Gotcha!”
Laughter spread around the room because, of all people, the Scarlet Witch had cracked a joke.
“Perhaps we might take a group photo?” Amara suggested once the laughter died down.
Everyone agreed, and Rahne fetched her camera and tripod from her room. Amara directed the group while Rahne framed the shot. She, Rogue, and Danielle sat on the floor; Kitty, Jubilee, Wanda, and Amara knelt behind them; and Jean and Tabby knelt behind the second row.
“Any chance Aye could convince ye lasses t’ flash the camerra?” asked Rahne as she double-checked the timer.
“This ain’t ‘Mutant Girls Gone Wahld,’ sugah,” Rogue snarked.
“But ye alrready set such a lovely prrecedent!” the Scots lass reminded her.
“With our luck, the boys would all come downstairs at just the right moment and see us,” Jubilee complained.
Kitty giggled. “I bet they’d, like, die from the shock or something.”
“If I were to… arrange such a coincidence,” quipped Wanda, “I would then have all of you to myself…”
Jean laughed. “Rahne, hurry and take the picture, please.”
Rahne giggled and dashed to her spot. “Smile, everyone,” Amara half-requested, half-commanded. The girls smiled. The camera flashed (though the girls did not), simultaneously ending and immortalizing the party, a night which none of them would soon forget.
***
Epilogue
Nine young women gathered for a party one Friday night in early April. Half of them, at best, could have been considered friends. Sharing their stories, their intimate secrets, though, forged a lasting bond between them.
Amara, the hostess and architect of the party, found in Tabby someone on whom she could lean when her relationship with Sam hit its inevitable rough patches – squabbles, parental disapproval, cultural differences. She also found Tabby an invaluable resource when discussing matters of intimacy, given the blonde’s extensive experience. For her part, Amara encouraged Tabby to no longer treat men as disposable pleasures. She also leveraged a few of her family’s contacts to help Tabby’s modeling career.
Tabby never could follow Amara’s advice about men, nor could she ever make herself vulnerable enough to experience emotional intimacy like her best friend – the lasting legacy of the damage her father had done. However, she and Sam grew as close as brother and sister, a dynamic with which the son of Kentucky coal-miners and brother of a half-dozen sisters was well acquainted. Tabby began modeling lingerie professionally (and sometimes in person, just to make Sam uncomfortable). Eventually, she made appearances in various men’s magazines in varying states of undress, including, five years after the slumber party, her crown jewel: the July 2010 cover of Playboy.
After graduating from Bayville High, Kitty attended the University of Illinois, living with her parents both to reduce costs and to reconnect with them; she did visit the Institute for a month each summer. The distance placed such a strain on her romance with Piotr that she called it off late in her sophomore year. Pouring herself into her studies after that earned her the highest honors when she graduated with her Bachelor of Sciences in computer science. On her return, she helped the Professor fortify the Institute’s cyber-defenses and rekindled her Russian romance.
Danielle, as the others had encouraged her to do, talked to Bobby about their mishap, though it took her several weeks and a negative result on a pregnancy test for her to screw up the courage. Bobby apologized profusely and begged her forgiveness, which she granted. They moved forward slowly, tentatively. Within a year, Danielle felt ready to have sex again. This time, Bobby took his time to ensure that she was sufficiently excited and ready. She surprised herself by experiencing her first orgasm; she surprised him by squirting. From then on, their lovemaking was intense, passionate, and messy.
Rahne befriended Danielle over the next few months over their shared love of the natural world. She never quite managed to convince the Seneca girl to embrace naturism, though. Her relationship with Jamie remained casual and in flux for several years, until both of them had matured enough to begin anything more stable or more serious.
Jubilee’s relationship with Wanda proved intense but short-lived. The Californian discovered that she was, in fact, bisexual and, in the process, rediscovered the pleasurable side of sex. Her first orgasm brought with it such a wave of relief – relief that she could, after all she had endured, still enjoy sex – that she laughed afterward, uncontrollably, joyfully, until she could hardly breathe. Though the romance fizzled, Jubilee felt forever grateful to Wanda for helping her heal. Though her attempts to talk Danielle into a threesome with Bobby proved futile (much to her disappointment), she did occasionally share a hookup with Tabby when the blonde was feeling so inclined.
For her part, Wanda wished Jubilee the best when their relationship ended. Though she continued to pine for her roommate, they grew into close friends over the next several months as Wanda came into her own as a mutant. She confronted her father about her memories, leading to a years-long falling-out between them. On the other hand, she got to know the X-Men as friends, even finding the male members far from odious or abhorrent, as compared to those of the Brotherhood. Much to her surprise, she even began to find one of them attractive eventually: Kurt, alias Nightcrawler. She surmised that it was because of his delicate, almost feminine features and that he looked otherwise androgynous (what with being blue, fuzzy, and vaguely demonic). Wanda mulled over the possibility of pursuing a heterosexual relationship with him, especially after his relationship with Amanda once again deteriorated. His sister quietly supported the notion of a relationship between him and her roommate.
Rogue had a multitude of her own issues, however, that consumed most of her attention. Having told everyone the truth about her powers had, as Jean predicted, helped her come to terms with herself, which included appreciating her body as-is and reprising her legal name, Anne-Marie. By late May she had begun an intense regimen of meditation and therapy with Professor Xavier to control her powers. Gambit – Remy LeBeau – volunteered his assistance as a guinea pig, unafraid of the potential consequences and desiring both to make amends and to win her heart. Eventually, her control grew sufficient for her to cast off forever the gloves she had worn since she was sixteen. That night, years in the making, Remy received the ride of his life.
Shortly after the night of the slumber party, Jean told Scott the full extent of her relationship with Duncan and apologized both for concealing the truth and for how she had acted towards Scott in those days, keeping him as a “backup” and playing off of their antagonism. While Scott was less than thrilled, he ultimately forgave her, mostly because those incidents were long past. As Jean had suspected, Scott soon proposed; but they delayed their nuptials until they both finished their baccalaureate degrees.
For the wedding, the bride selected the other four former Sirens as her bridesmaids, with Kitty as the maid of honor; the groom asked Kurt, Sam, Professor Xavier, and his brother Alex to stand with him, with Kurt as his best man. Jean, feeling feather-light, fought the urge to fly down the aisle. Scott stumbled through the vows. Jean added Scott’s name to her own, liking the sound of “Jean Grey-Summers.”
At the reception, Kurt caught the garter and Wanda the bouquet, making what everyone else thought of as the oddest couple possible. Naturally, that meant they started dating shortly thereafter. Professor Xavier presented the newlyweds with two tickets to Puerto Rico for their honeymoon, which they put to immediate use. Their lovemaking that first night on the island, their first as a legitimate couple, portended a bright future filled with wedded bliss – though, as it ever is with the X-Men, it would prove but the calm before the storm.
But that is another tale for another time.
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A/N: And that, ladies and gents, brings us to the end of First Times at Bayville High. I have been humbled by the response to this fic, in terms of the sheer number of hits, the number and quality of reviews, and the support on the discussion thread (link at bottom of first chapter). I don't know how long it'll be until the next X-fic will appear, as I have some other fandoms I want to work on for the near future; any future X-fics may or may not take place in this "universe" - I haven't yet decided.
Beyond a certain point, if I'm lucky, I won't even have time to write fanfic at all, as I'll be starting on a terminal degree, which will entail tons of reading, professional development, writing, and lots of other major time-sinks.
I invite everyone to share their thoughts on the chapter and on the fic as a whole via rating, review, or discussion thread!
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