Kate Andrews firstname.lastname@example.org
[X-Movie: Rogue, Jean] Character Traits PG
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He left two weeks ago and I still find my self watching Jean Grey's ass. It isn't as bad as those days when he was asleep. I'm not as bad as I was, and for a while there I was pretty bad. Occasionally, I still let slip a curse that I don't remember learning but that seems to make me infinitely cooler in the eyes of the boys around here. I still itch to smoke a cigar. And sometimes, I have those dreams that wake me sweaty at night.
But it isn't as bad as before, when I could pour through his memories, the ones of the last fifteen years. I'm fifteen years old, but suddenly I could remember late nineties, when I was a toddler. I knew how to drive a motorcycle. I knew how to kick the asses of any number of people I met. More, I was itching to fight. That stuff, all of his older stuff was patchy, fading in and out.
The more recent memories were fresher. Suddenly, I couldn't stand Scott. And I found myself staring at Dr. Grey _all_ the time. I remember her scent as she examined me on the way back at the school that night. The trip from the Statue of Liberty to Westchester took no time at all.
After they'd stablized Logan, she unbuckled me and sat me up. At that point, I was still shaking. I don't think I'd said a word since I had woken up in his arms. I was kneeling next to his body and gently shaking him when they got up there. My body had felt fine, humming in fact, but I couldn't hold one thought long enough to form a coherent sentence, let alone gather the will to stand and walk, so they'd had to lead me stumbling to the plane. Jean half carried me, and buckle me in like a child. I listened to them fight to keep him breathing, and I wanted to help. I couldn't, though. I couldn't do anything but stare at the celing and try to figure out what thoughts were mine, which were his, and who I was.
She sat me up and listened to my breathing, to my heart. She leaned in and put on this visor with a magnifying glass to examine my eyes. I could smell her breath, but more than that, I could smell her sweat. Waves of her scent, strong and sharp, washed over me. She needed a shower. We all did. But that night, I could pick out everyone's scent easier than their voice or face.
I found myself examining her uniform, tight black leather over a tight, warm body. My eyes were finally starting to focus again, and she smiled at me.
I gave her a weak smile and leaned back against the seat. My head was racing, rumbling with his thoughts and emotions. Nothing fully formed...it's not like I could talk to him or anything, but his mind was right there, pressed up against mine, curled around me. And though it felt strange, like wearing shoes on the wrong feet, it wasn't as scary as before. In a bizzare way, it was comforting. We hit a little turbulence, and I grabbed Jean's wrist.to steady myself.
"You gave us quite a scare," she said.
"Wouldn't want to do that."
"How do you feel?"
"Like shit." I clapped a hand over my mouth. I never curse. "Sorry, I mean, I'm a little out of it, but I feel okay." I looked around the plane. Scott was busy flying, and Ororo was tending to Logan, bandaging the smaller cuts. "Is he gonna be okay?" He looked dead. At the sight of his body, his mind fluttered against mine like a moth, so I closed my eyes. The shock was wearing off, and I was starting to realize that he might die. That he had saved my life, and that I might have killed him. Tears welled up, and tried to focus. Then I felt him, like a warm, scratchy blanket was being wrapped around me. It was like a hug from the inside. I laughed a little and forced eyes open. "Is he?" My gaze drifted back to him.
"Probably." She gently turned my head back to face her. "But don't think about that right now." She patted my arm, and I squeezed her wrist, examining the leather sleeve. My senses were still reeling, jacked up and ten times stronger than normal.. Sounds, smells, and even the heat from them...all were assaulting me, demanding my attention. I tried to block it out, staring at her uniform.
"You think I'll get to wear one of these one day?"
I heard Scott chuckle, and fought back the urge to say something nasty.
"One thing at a time," she said.
"It looks nice." She was really pretty in it, in a comic book dominatrix sort of way. My gaze shifted down her neck, along her arm, to her tight waist, then back up. I leaned a little closer and whispered, "You look good." Smiling, I raised an eyebrow, then settled back into the seat. Her jaw dropped a little, and I saw Scott turn slowly to stare at us. I put my hand over my mouth again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little...I don't know." I rubbed my forehead. "I don't know where that came from..." I glanced at Logan on the floor. I knew exactly where it was coming from. I hoped everyone else did. Jean sat back a little, but mumbled that that it was okay as she searched through a medical bag. Scott continued to stare. "Why don't you keep your eye on the road," I snapped. Then I bit down on my lip, hard. Oh crap. I tried to push him away, but he clung like a cat, claws and all. I felt his fear. I don't think he's had to think about death in a long time. I wished that I could talk to him, but he was a jumble of images and emotions. An indefinable slippery presence in my head.
I looked down at Logan's inert body. Ororo knelt next to him, busily swabbing one of the cuts on his stomach. They'd peeled off his uniform and he looked very pale, very hairy, and very....well, he apparently hadn't felt the need to wear anything underneath the uniform. Somewhere in the back of my head, I thought that this should be making me blush, or look away or something. I don't see naked men, like, ever.
I wasn't blushing or looking away though. I wasn't staring either. I just looked him over and looked back at Jean, who was getting ready to examine my pupils with some doctor thing. I couldn't tell if it was shock, or him in my head, or the fact that after the events of the last two days, but seeing someone half dead and naked on the floor of a fighter jet wasn't that scary. I bright light flashed, and I winced away. Jean steadied my head and her scent washed over me.
"Did we win?" I asked.
"Yeah," she put down the eye thing and smiled at me. "We won." She patted my knee. "And I think you're okay. We still have some tests to do once we get back." The jet thumped a little, and everyone got belted in for the landing. I made a smart remark about Scott's landing ability when we thumped into the underground hanger, then I apologized profusely. He shrugged it off as we got out of the plane.
"No, it's not me, it's..."
He put up a hand to stop me. "I know, it's okay. It's actually kind of funny, and we could use a little humor right now." I felt the urge to wipe that smirk off his face, but I squished it down.
They went through the business of closing up the hanger. I didn't know where to go, or whether they still needed me, so I tagged along behind Jean. I didn't want to leave Logan's side. "You really think he's going to be okay?" I asked Jean in the elevator.
"Probably." She patted my shoulder and led me to the lab. After checking on the Professor, Scott headed upstairs to monitor the news and Ororo left to make sure nothing had happened to the school while we were gone. After running a few scans on me, she turned her attention to him. She poked him and prodded him and adjusted a few of the more makeshift bandages from the plane. She put a tube up his nose and I got to dubious privledge of learning what a catheter is and how it's inserted.
"Ouch," I said.
She shot a look at me, and I realized that she'd forgotten I was there. "You don't need to see this" she said, covering him with a sheet. I think she was blushing.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," I drawled. Or, rather, he drawled, I think.
She raised her eyebrows.
"I mean...," I shrugged. "Actually, I haven't seen..." I gestured at where her hands still rested.
She smiled. "Oh."
"If you're feeling alright, you can head off to bed. We can talk in the morning---"
"No." I said sharply. "No, I want to stay here."
Nodding, she continued examining him and putting little suction cup monitor thingies on his chest. Pretty soon, he was making a steady beep on the machine. She fussed with his tubes a little, and smoothed back this one piece of hair that stuck up like Alfalfa. My mom always used to do that, fuss with my hair when I was sick. Her cool hands would feel so nice when I had a fever.
Jean pulled up his sheet, then turned to me. "C'mon. Enough contributing to the delinqency of minors. There's nothing else to do right now, he just needs time." She pushed a few buttons on a pager and hooked it on her belt. "This'll let us know if there's any change."
We headed to the kitchen, and she fixed me us some sandwiches. After a few minutes of devouring roast beef and swiss, she looked up at me.
She swallowed, and said slowly, "You're doing remarkably well, considering." Sitting back, she unzipped her uniform a little and let down her hair, running her fingers through it. I wondered how comfortable those things were....and I wondered what she was wearing underneath it. Then, _someone_ gave me a creative guess as to what she was wearing underneath it.
My gaze fell to her chest. Without looking up, I said, "Considering what, babe?" I covered my mouth _again_.
She coughed a little, then giggled.
"I'm so sorry," I said.
"No," she shook, trying not to laugh, but it wasn't working. "No, it's okay, it's just..." her eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but laugh too. I guess she was as overtired as I was because we were absolutely overcome with a fit of giggles, and I didn't stop untill my sides ached.
"It's not funny," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Not at all."
We erupted into laughter again, but fought it down as a sleepy student shuffled in to grab a midnight snack.
"Hi Rogue, Hi Dr. Grey," Kitty said sleepily. She yawned, and rummaged through the refrigerator. "What's so funny?"
"Well, um..." I searched for the right words and glanced at Jean for help.
"You had to be there."
Kitty yawned again, smiled, and put the milk carton back in the fridge. "Okay." She drank down the glass and clinked it into the sink. "'Night," she called over her shoulder as she took a shortcut through the wall between the kitchen and the foyer. "Cool outfit," I heard her call from the stairs.
Jean chuckled again, and we finished our sandwiches in silence, glancing at eachother and giggling occationally like a couple of girls at a slumber party. As we were putting the dishes away, she said, "But you are doing pretty well."
I shrugged. "I guess. Everything's still really weird up here."
"I meant about everything else."
Oh. Everything else. In the last two weeks I'd left the only house I'd ever lived in, hitchhiked hundreds of miles, been nearly killed a couple times, nearly killed the only person I trusted...twice, found out I was a freak of nature, found out I'll probably never kiss anyone as long as I live, nearly been responsible for killing New York City, flown in a plane for the first time....and done several other things I couldn't recall at the moment but were, I'm sure, quite mind blowing. I shrugged again. "I think there sort of comes a point where you get numb."
"Yeah." Her voice was tired and sad for a moment as she stared off into space, remembering something. Then she shook her head and nodded for the door, yawning. "Bedtime?"
"Bedtime." I caught her yawn and started yawing as well. I was still a little dizzy, and felt my bed calling. We headed up the stairs and paused at my door.
"The Professor is getting better, and if he wakes up tommorow, there will probably be a briefing, but if you need to talk...about anything." She tilted her head and stared at me, examining my face. All of a sudden I felt a little like a lab specimen. I also felt a little turned on, which was really starting to bug me out, so sent a strong wave of disapproval at him, and I swear, I felt laughter prickling the back of my neck.
"What?" I asked slowly.
"How much of him is in there?"
I rolled my eyes. "You don't want to know, believe me."
"He's quite a..." she paused.
"Character," I said, at the same time as her. We smiled at each other...but then it hit me, and her too I think. Nobody knew what I could do to people. What I could do to him. He might never wake up, or he could wake up tommorow. I remember them discussing it in the plane. Jean had looked through his mind and found it absolutely blank.
"He'll be okay."
"I hope so."
"I think he's a good guy," she said
"I know he is." I yawned again and opened the door to my room. "I'll see you tommorow in Biology."
"You're excused from class. I'll bring you downstairs around 9, after breakfast."
I was so tired I swayed a little and leaned back against the door frame. "'kay."
"Night." I started to close the door behind me, then popped my head back out the hallway. "Oh, and Jean?"
"I'll try not to hit on you so much tommorow."