Title: Rogue's First Mission
Series: Acceptance #1
Author: Rogue
Email: Rogue12797@aol.comRating: PG., Violence (R to NC-17 Overall,maybe?)
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Summary: Rogue receives her new powers. Her mind can't handle it.Will Logan return in time to save her?
Comments: I just wanted to ask you all to be kind this my first X- Men fic. This is also the first in a series, I think. This is a bit angsty but hopefully there will be a happy ending. I wanted to thank my bestfriend Lisa for Editing this for me. Without her there would be a ton of mistakes, Thanks Lisa! Also, I know that this is not how Rogue gets her powers, but let's just pretend, okay.
It was my first mission as an X-Man. Excited can't even describe how I felt sitting in the passenger seat of the black jet. I could never have guessed that everything could go so terribly wrong in such a short period of time.
A new member, Carol, was with us as well. She'd been on a couple different missions with the team. She was a great person. She and I got along from the moment that we met. It was great to have someone to talk to who didn't look at me as though I were a kid, which technically, I was. I was only 20 the first time we met. But the others filled her in about me, and she quickly made it her mission to get to know me. She was the best friend that I could ever have hoped for-- besides Logan that is. I told her everything that happened to me. I told her about my poisonous skin, the men that occupied my head, and the fear that I would never touch another's skin without some sort of cover to protect them from my skin.
I don't think that pity drew her to me. I think that we were drawn to each other because of mutual need. See, people were afraid of her too. She could fly through the sky and had this amazing strength. She was almost invincible. Key word is almost. But people shied away from her. They were afraid of the strength, of the fact that she flew everywhere. You would think that with Storm around people would be used to women flying through the air. But no. I personally thought that it was cool. I told her on more than one occasion how cool I thought it was and how I wished that I could fly. All I've got to say is... be careful what you wish for.
She and I trained together. We hung out together. She helped me when the men in my mind took over. She wasn't afraid of me, of my touch. She hugged me when I was sad and needed human touch. She never hesitated to grab my glove covered hand to pull me along after her. She was more than my friend, she was the sister that I had never had. That's what we were. Sisters.
So, as we sat giggling excitedly in the back seat of the plane planning what we were going to do after the mission, we never noticed until it was too late that the jet was losing altitude quickly. It wasn't until Cyke told us to make sure that we were strapped in tight that we knew that we were going down. Going down hard. `What a way to start a mission,' I thought to myself. Carol, even though she was scared, looked over at me and tried to smile at me reassuringly. I reached over and grasped her hand in mine. We held hands in a death grip as the plane rapidly descended into a wooded area.
We made impact with the hard ground. The trees tore the wings from the plane leaving gaping holes on either side. I heard Jean and Storm scream before I lost consciousness. I must have hit my head on the debris flying around the cabin. I never remembered letting go of Carol's hand.
I awoke to Jean, the ever doctor, hovering over me. She looked pretty beat up herself. She had a pretty large gash on her forehead that looked like it could use a couple of stitches. She was holding smelling salts under my nose, and let me tell you smelling salts reek. But it brought me out of my dreamless oblivion. I tried to sit up but I was too dizzy. It was then that I realized the horror of what had happened. I was covered in blood. Mine mixed with someone else's. The hand that I thought I had dropped. The hand of my bestfriend, my sister, was still in my grasp, a hand that wasn't attached to a body.
"OH MY GAWD, Jean!!!" I started screaming, renewed strength surging throughout my body as I searched frantically for Carol. Scott and Ororo looking for her as well. But it was I who found her battered body. The body that everyone believed invincible. I cried out to the other members of the team. As began to tear through the rubble of the wrecked plane to get to her, shredding my hands through the leather of my gloves. To my relief she was still alive. She was conscious but bleeding from more wounds than I could count. I knew that she wouldn't last much longer bleeding out the way she was. She knew it, too. I finally reached her through the debris.
"Oh Carol, hang on, Sugah, please hang on. I don't want to loose you. Please Carol, talk to me."
"Rogue," she coughed, blood easing out the corners of her lips, " move closer, please. There's not much time, and I don't have a lot of energy left. So much for being invincible." She tried to lighten the situation. I moved closer, expecting her to talk to me. I could hear Scott and Jean coming from behind us. They would be here soon. Maybe there was a chance to save her. Maybe she could survive. I was going to tell her that when she reached out with her bare hand. She pulled off my glove before I even knew what she was doing, before I could stop her from doing what I knew she wanted to do.
"NO!" I got out before the transfer began. "HELP ME!" I got out as her life seeped into mine. " OH GAWD, SOMEONE HELP US!!" I heard my voice scream as Scott finally reached us.
"Scott, Help. She's still too strong. Help me... I can't get her to let me go. Help her. Someone get her hand out of mine." But it was too late. I knew it as I heard her in my mind telling me to calm down, to let this happen. This is what she wanted to do for me. She wanted to give me the power to fly through the clouds as I always wanted. The strength to protect myself now that she wouldn't be around to anymore. She begged me to let her do this. `Please,' she begged in my mind. Then there was darkness.
I woke this time in the lab at the mansion, Hank and Jean both hovering over me. The Professor sitting by my head patiently waiting for me to acknowledge his presence.
"Where am I?" I asked in a small soft voice.
"You're home, Rogue. You're in the medlab," the Professor told me.
"Is everyone all right, Jean? Scott? Ororo? Carol? -- Oh Gawd, please tell me she's okay." I looked expectantly over to Jean. Her downcast eyes told me what I didn't want to acknowledge. Carol was not all right. It was then that everything came back to me. Carol's voice floated in my brain telling me to accept the inevitable. The Logan in my head rumbling about cramped space. The Eric in my head grumbling that Logan and Carol are too noisy. David just sat in the corner in my head quietly. Chaos erupted in my head. That was when the Professor entered and quieted the masses. He brought a peace to my mind for a moment, long enough to explain what had happened. Carol gave her powers to me. She had died on my first mission. I took her power; I took her life... I took her life... I took her life..., the mantra going over and over in my head as the tears fell silently down my bruised cheeks.
"Rogue, it wasn't your fault. She wanted to give you her powers. She wanted to give you her knowledge. This was a gift from her to you. Please consider it as such. She wouldn't have survived even if she hadn't grabbed your hand. This is not your fault. Remember that, child." The Professor softly tried to convince me. Instead of taking his words to heart the way he wanted me to, I rolled away from him, away from all of them and closed my eyes. Listening to the voices again. Letting them take control while I crept to the back of my brain and sat silently by while they escaped into the world. They controlled my body now and I didn't care anymore. I didn't care anymore.