Mystique recruits Rogue before the Xmen and gets caught up in the growing conflict. But everything changes when she starts falling for their leader, Scott Summers. Scott/Rogue.
Chapter 11: Outrage
Mystique had just finished a long, arduous task for Magneto. She came back hoping to see her daughter still adhering to her wishes. Turns out that was wishful thinking on her part. She arrived at the Brotherhood house to see that Rogue had packed up her things and left. That alone told her what happened and who she was with.
After yelling at Toad, Lance, and Blob for not stopping her she flew out in the direction of the mansion where she was certain Rogue was at. Yet much to her surprise she spotted a familiar red convertible parked at a motel along the way. It made her sick to her stomach thinking what that implied. Nevertheless, she started peering into each window in search of her daughter. And much to her disgust, they hadn't kept the curtains completely closed and she saw them through a narrow slit in bed.
To get in she used her shape shifting abilities to trick the manager into giving her the key by mimicking Scott. With the key she quietly slipped in only to be inundated with the thick scent of sex. She was too late. Scott and Rogue had finished their erotic deeds. Now sweaty and exhausted, they lay naked above the sheets of the bed enraptured in each others' arms. Each bore a look of contentment, but there was one person who was very unhappy with the sight.
"Time to wake up," she stated angrily, causing the couple to stir.
"Hmm?" said Rogue, opening her eyes in a tired haze.
But when she saw the figure of her mother hovering over the bed and her naked boyfriend still sleeping beneath her, she shot up in shock.
"Mama!" she exclaimed, instinctively, folding her arms over her breasts.
This also got Scott to awaken from his peaceful slumber, opening his eyes to see a very angry Mystique looking over his naked form.
"Mystique?!" he exclaimed, now feeling very exposed.
"Bingo! You two are busted!"
Wrought with disgust, Mystique lunged forth with murderous rage towards Scott. The two naked teens fell to the side of the bed, Rogue grabbing some sheets to cover herself with. Mystique didn't hit anything, but managed to leave a sizable dent in the wall with her fist. But pain was the last thing on her mind as she set her angry sights on Scott.
"You dirty son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled, attacking the naked teen, "I'll teach you to fuck my daughter!"
"Oh shit..." muttered Scott.
He was in big trouble. Not only was he facing the last person he wanted to see at the moment, but he was doing it without any clothes on. He tried to cover up, but he didn't have time as Mystique tried to grab his throat. Scott's many hours in the Danger Room kicked in, knocking away her attempts. But Mystique was on a warpath. Nothing was going to stop her.
"I swear to God! I'll cut off your balls and shove em down your throat!" yelled Mystique, fighting the young teen into a corner.
Now backed against a wall, Mystique went in for the kill. With Scott on the floor, she grabbed him by the throat and started squeezing with all her might. This boy had not only corrupted her daughter, but seduced her into bed. She had reasons to hate the X-men before, but this boy was now tops on her list.
"Ack!" choked Scott, struggling against the iron grip of the enraged shape shifter.
Blinded by her rage, Mystique listened to Scott struggle. Meanwhile, Rogue was coming out of her daze. It was like a bad dream, her mother catching her and Scott together at such a vulnerable moment. Now she was choking the life out of him. She was plenty embarrassed, but she set that aside as she ran towards her angry mother.
"Mama stop!" she shouted, letting the bed sheets covering her fall as she grabbed Mystique from behind, "Let him go!"
"Stay back, Rogue!" yelled Mystique, still holding onto Scott's neck, "Get your clothes on and I'll deal with you in a moment!"
"No Ah won't stay out!" exclaimed the angry goth, "Now get yer dang hands off mah boyfriend!"
Upon hearing that last part, Mystique faltered. It was just long enough for Rogue to pry her off Scott, who started gasping for air once he was freed. Rogue tried to restrain her mother, but she was consumed by so much outrage. Her sights were still on Scott, but Rogue tried talking her down.
"Let me go!" she yelled, fighting off her daughter, "Let me go so I can kill the little prick!"
"NO!" spat Rogue, "Ah won't let ya go! You gotta stop this right now!"
Still on a war path, Mystique turned around to face her still naked daughter. Full of motherly scorn, Rogue fell back slightly.
"You're in no position to be barking orders, Rogue!" shot Mystique, backing her daughter up towards the opposing wall, "I should send you to the other side of the planet for what you've done! I gave you specific orders to break up with this boy and stay away from the X-men! Now I come back and you're fucking them?! What the hell is the matter with you?!"
Rogue tried to remain poised, but it was hard when Mystique had her up against a wall and completely naked. Never in her life had she been so embarrassed and mortified, but she had to remain strong.
"It ain't like that, mama!" said Rogue, breathing hard under the cold gaze of the shape shifter.
"Oh? Then why don't you explain it to me?!" yelled Mystique, "Why don't you explain why you're fucking an X-man behind my back?!"
"Because Ah'm in love with him!" shot Rogue, tears of anguish forming in her eyes.
That only made Mystique madder.
"You're in in love with him?!" she exclaimed, even more mortified, "He's an enemy and a liar and you call him your boyfriend?! You've barely been here a month for crying out loud! Of all the boys in the world you want this guy to be your boyfriend?! What did he do to you?!"
"He gave meh this!" yelled Rogue, returning her rage as she showed Mystique the bracelet Scott had given her.
Mystique's eyes narrowed at the strange object on her daughter's wrist. It didn't look like much, but to Rogue it meant everything.
"This allows meh control mah powers!" said Rogue, now in tears, "He reached out to meh in a way nobody else did! Not even the Brotherhood bothered to go out of their way like Scott! And now Ah can touch because of what he did!"
Mystique had to calm down to process this. In her blind rage she hadn't even thought about how Rogue and Scott had been able to have sex with her powers. She had been so mortified that she didn't even consider what had happened. Looking at the bracelet, the shape shifter was at a loss and Rogue pressed harder.
"Rogue..." began Mystique, but she was quickly cut off.
"He did more for meh than you ever tried!" she yelled in a wave of sobs, "Did ya even try to do somethin' about mah powers?! Did it even bother ya that Ah was cryin' myself to sleep every night thinkin' Ah'd never get close to anybody again?!"
As angry as the shape shifter was, seeing her daughter cry struck an emotional chord. Her face contorted in a conflicting mix of anger and frustration. But at the same time, seeing Rogue like this was tearing her up inside.
"Mama..." she choked out, "Ah found someone who makes meh feel special. He gave meh a gift Ah can never repay. Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
Mystique was still angry, but looking at her distraught daughter she put on a more serious demeanor. Had this been with any other member of the Brotherhood, she wouldn't have struggled this much. But Rogue was her daughter. She couldn't let her emotions get the better of her.
"Rogue..." she said, trying to be calm, "I only want what's best for you."
"Ah know," said Rogue, wiping her eyes of tears, "But don't ya think Ah know best what makes meh happy? And if Ah can find it with someone special, should it matter that he's with the X-men?"
Mystique's face contorted in a maze of conflict. Looking back at Scott, who was still lying naked in the corner watching the scene before him, her fists clenched. She hated seeing her daughter cry. She hated being in this position. And as much as she wanted to see Rogue happy, she knew that circumstances would never allow this to work. There was only one solution.
"NOOOOO!" yelled Mystique, lunging back towards Scott with murderous rage.
Scott got up and prepared to defend himself, but then the shape shifter was suddenly paralyzed from behind and frozen in place. The next thing she knew, all the life was being drained out of her. Every nerve stung as she struggled to turn her head, only to see her own daughter holding onto her bare arm.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, the world around her spinning before blacking out and collapsing to the floor.
"Ah'm sorry, mama," cried Rogue in a wave of sobs.
She had hoped it wouldn't come to this. But in the end there was no escaping it. Having turned off her bracelet when Mystique wasn't looking, Rogue didn't want to have to do it. But there was no other way.
When all was said and done, Mystique fell to the floor in unconscious heap. The sudden rush of memories and powers overwhelmed Rogue's system, causing her to fall back against the wall and sink to the floor. In a fit of sorrow she hugged her knees and started crying her heart out.
Seeing such anguish, Scott went over to her side and protectively held her in his arms. Making sure her bracelet was back on he let her cry into his shoulder while she clung to his warmth. They were still naked, reeling from the shock of what had just happened. But together, Scott and Rogue supported one another during this difficult time.
"It'll be okay, Rogue," said Scott softly, "It'll be okay."
Placing a soft kiss on his lover's forehead, the conflicted girl calmed down. She took comfort in Scott's words. Even if it was unclear whether or not they were true, his warm embrace helped keep her together during this trying moment.
"Please Scott...take meh away from here."
After getting dressed, Scott and Rogue left the unconscious Mystique on their motel bed. Rogue was in a daze, having given her mother one last kiss goodbye before going with Scott back to the X-mansion. She stayed silent, the thoughts and memories she absorbed from Mystique still coursing through her mind. They were a jumbled mess, doing little to help her distraught state.
Scott didn't say a word during the short drive. Occasionally, he cast her a smile to help ease her tension. It wasn't much, but it gave her some much needed strength during this difficult time.
When they returned to the mansion, the Professor was waiting for them. After the ordeal had settled, Scott contacted him telepathically and informed him of the situation. This was going to be a complicated ordeal, but Rogue had nowhere else to go and he wasn't going to leave her when she needed him most.
And while he took her things up to a vacant room, Rogue sat down and chatted with Professor Xavier for the first time. As dazed as she was, she managed to tell him the whole story. Now her fate was in the hands of this man her mother had demonized so much.
"I'm sorry to hear of your struggles, Rogue," said the Professor in a kind tone, "I'd be lying if I said I understand how you must feel, but I'm glad you're willing to let the X-men help."
He gave off a sense of kindness and enlightenment. It made Rogue feel better knowing he was so understanding. She had been allied with their greatest enemy, yet he was still lending her such compassion. It was definitely more than she expected.
"It's all a complete mess," she said in a low tone, "Mah own mama..."
"Still loves you dearly," said the Professor, reaching across his desk and taking Rogue's hand, "You're still her daughter."
"Ah know," sighed Rogue, "It's just...she's changed so much. Ever since she got involved with the Brotherhood, she hasn't been the mother Ah grew up lovin'. She's so cold and angry."
"And there may be very good reasons for that," said Xavier, "But for now this is not about Mystique. This is about you, Rogue."
Diverting her gaze, Rogue struggled with her situation. She had been told since she arrived that Xavier was the enemy. And for a while she believed it. But so much of her life was upside down at the moment. She truly didn't know where to go from here.
"Now I won't force you into doing anything you don't want to," said the Professor in a kind tone, "But if you want, my institute is open to you. I understand that Mystique is a big part of your life and should you choose to go back to her at any point, I nor anyone else in the institute will stop you. But at least for now, will you accept our hospitality? I promise I'll do everything I can to help."
"But why?" she asked, overwhelmed by all this change, "Ah came from the Brotherhood in case ya forgot. Why are ya so willin' to help when for all ya know Ah could be settin' ya up for a trap?"
"Because everyone deserves help in their darkest hour," replied Xavier, "Brotherhood or not, I can tell you're more than that."
"Why? Did ya read mah mind or somethin'?" she said cynically.
"I don't have to, Rogue. It's written in your eyes."
Rogue shifted in her seat, feeling somewhat easier at the Professor's words. He really seemed to understand her. Part of her still thought it was a farce, but there was only so much sincerity a man could fake. Deep down, her gut told her he was telling the truth. And after the night she had endured, she didn't have the strength to debate such feelings.
"So what is it going to be?" asked Charles Xavier, "Whatever decision you choose, I promise I'll help you and so will Scott."
Her thoughts drifting back to the fight with Mystique, Rogue swallowed a hard lump of sorrow. It was not easy running away from her mother. Then again Mystique had run away from her before. Since then her life had taken many unexpected turns. And now it was about to take another.
"Ah'll stay," she said, her voice weak from emotional strain.
"I'm glad to hear that, Rogue," said Xavier, taking both her hands in his.
"Thank you, Professor," said Rogue, managing a smile despite her sorrow.
And with this fateful choice, Rogue was a new resident at the Xavier Institute.
While Rogue was squaring things away with the Professor, Scott prepared her room. He was still dazed at the events of the night. Being caught naked in bed by his girlfriend's mother was sure to be a moment of embarrassment for the rest of his life. But on the plus side, he and Rogue came together in a profound way. And now she had left the Brotherhood.
It was strange to think how everything would change. Rogue was a former Brotherhood member now living with the X-men. Add to that, she was his girlfriend. There were a million things going through Scott's mind. There was no telling where this could lead, but he hoped it would work out for the best. Rogue of all people deserved a little stability in her life.
After making sure her room was ready, Scott let out a tired sigh and turned towards the door. There he saw Logan standing with a disgruntled look. Scott knew this was bound to come up sooner or later. But after the night he just had, he wished it was later.
"Heya Cyke. Busy night?" said the disgruntled Wolverine.
"Don't start, Logan," muttered Scott.
"Don't even try it," said Logan as he approached the young teen, "So when were ya gonna tell me you were gettin' busy with Rogue?"
"I really don't see how my personal life is any of your business," said Scott defensively.
"It is when you're sleepin' with the enemy!"
Scott let out a groan, his face flushing red embarrassment.
"Logan, I've had a very stressful night. Could we work this out later?"
"I ain't one for later, kid. I'm all about the here and now," said Logan in a threatening tone, "Just answer me this and I'll leave ya alone. Do ya trust this girl?"
Thinking back to everything he and Rogue had been through from their first meeting to the events of tonight, it required little contemplation.
"Yes," he said confidently, "With my life."
Logan studied the young man's expression. He had a knack for reading his students and Scott was lousy at hiding his anxieties anyhow. His expression revealed many things and this time was no exception. Clearly, he honestly felt something for this girl. Even though she was from the Brotherhood, it was there.
"Fine," said Logan, folding his arm, "But bear in mind you ain't the only one she's gotta convince."
"I know," conceded Scott, "Just give her a chance."
"I'll take yer word for it," said the Wolverine, making it clear that he would need more, "And one more thing...If you two are gonna have sex, try and be discrete. Ya both stink of one another."
"Oh God..." groaned Scott, blushing in embarrassment again.
"Just be careful, okay?" said Logan, not enjoying this subject matter any more than him, "The last thing I want to find is underwear or condoms in the Danger Room."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Having had enough of this awkward conversation, Logan turned to make his leave. Rogue's arrival was sure to cause a stir, especially with Scott. It was his job to make sure the kids were safe and this girl was a former Brotherhood member. But from what he heard, the situation was a lot more complicated and only time would tell where this would lead.
With the decision finalized, the Professor summoned Ororo to lead Rogue to her room. The young woman had endured a rough night. She was physically and emotionally drained. Thankfully, she would have the weekend to rest and the institute would have time to adapt to her presence.
"I hope you'll be comfortable here, Rogue," said Xavier, still sensing great distress, "If there is anything I or my staff can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask."
"Ah'll be fine," said Rogue, still distant from it all, "Ah'm just so tired."
"I understand," said the Professor with an understanding smile.
Just then, Ororo made her entrance. If Rogue was going to stay at the mansion then she might as well get to know the people within it.
"This is Ororo Munroe, codename Storm," said Xavier, introducing the former weather goddess, "She'll show you to your room. If anything comes up, just let us know."
"Ah will," she said in a low tone, "Thanks again."
"Think nothing of it, Rogue."
As bad as her night had gone, Rogue managed a slight smile. The Professor was every bit as nice as Scott described. He was nothing like Mystique had said. She had so many preconceived notions about the institute, but it was already proving to be a much less hostile environment than the Brotherhood.
"Right this way," said Ororo with a warm gesture.
Still hugging her shoulders, Rogue followed the older woman. Ororo seemed nice and Scott had told her about her. But she had a million other issues going on in her mind and was too tired to make sense of any of them.
"Are you going to be okay?" asked Ororo in a concerned tone.
"Ah don't know," replied Rogue, the conflict in her voice all too apparent, "Ah don't know how anybody could be alright after a night like this."
"Well take comfort in the fact it's over now," said Ororo with a smile.
"That's just it," muttered Rogue, "Ah get the feelin' mah mama ain't gonna let this stand. Ah've never seen her this angry before."
Ororo placed a comforting hand on the conflicted teen's shoulder. Her situation was a lot more complicated than anybody else in the mansion. She wasn't just a former member of the Brotherhood, she was Mystique's daughter. A night like this was a hard pill to swallow.
"It'll get better," assured Ororo, "She's your mother."
"Yeah right," muttered Rogue skeptically, "What kind of answer is that?"
"Honest?" replied the former weather goddess.
Looking up at the older woman before her, Rogue found great comfort in Ororo's presence. She had such a peaceful aura to her. It helped ease some of her tension just by being close to her.
"Look, I know it seems hopeless now," she went on, "But you have to believe things will get better. And as long as you're here, we'll help ensure things work out for the best. You have my word."
Rogue managed a slight smile at Ororo's kind words. She had only heard about Ororo from Scott and he always spoke so highly of her. Now she knew why. She said just the right things to make a horrible night just a little more bearable.
"Thanks," she said, "Ya really are every bit as nice as Scott said ya were, Storm."
"Please, call me Ororo," she said as they continued down the hall, "And think nothing of it. It's my job."
"Well Ah can already tell yer pretty dang good at it."
Ororo smiled back. She was beginning to see why Scott was so smitten with her. Rogue was more than just a former member of the Brotherhood. She had a real heart beneath that goth exterior. And while she didn't say it, she could see a lot of potential in her.
As they neared the room, they passed Logan along the way. After finishing his conversation with Scott, he made one last round to see this girl for himself. Rogue kept her daze away from the feral mutant. She had seen how rough he was during the whole Blob ordeal. As they walked by each other, Logan studied her extensively. He smelled every scent around her, looking for any possible threats.
"Easy Logan," said Ororo, holding her hand up in defense, "She's had a long night. You can talk to her later."
"Right..." he muttered.
Rogue looked away, somewhat intimidated by the feral mutant's gaze. Thankfully, he didn't smell anything major from her other than the scents of sex that still lingered. Logan was not one to trust easy, but Rogue would worry about that later.
"What's his deal?" asked Rogue.
"It's just Logan being Logan," sighed Ororo, "It's nothing personal. He's just very protective of all the students here."
"Ah guess meh bein' in the Brotherhood sure doesn't help," muttered Rogue, "Sure he won't kill meh in mah sleep?"
"Heavens no," assured the weather goddess, "Logan may be rough around the edges, but he really has a big heart. You'll see."
Upon entering the student hall, Ororo led Rogue to an empty room where Scott was there waiting for her. Rogue noticed they were a lot bigger than the rooms at the Brotherhood and a lot cleaner as well. Already she could see some benefits to this place.
"Here we are," said Ororo as they arrived at her room, "Kitty's room is down the hall and my room is down at the far end. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask."
Smiling at her new settings, Rogue's anxieties eased somewhat after such an arduous night.
"Thanks Sto-Ah mean, Ororo," she said.
"Your welcome, Rogue. See you in the morning."
Leaving Rogue to Scott's care, Ororo went off to turn in for the night. It was nice knowing there were people like her at the institute. Even if Logan and the others would take time, Rogue already felt a sense of comfort in being here.
It had been a long night. A lot of things had changed. Mystique was probably fuming and the Brotherhood had probably branded her as a traitor. She had nowhere else to go except the X-mansion. At least here, she would have Scott to give her strength.
"Are you gonna be okay?" said Scott, getting up and placing his hands on her shoulders.
"God Ah'm so sick of people askin' meh that," she groaned.
"I'll take that as a maybe," he grinned.
Rogue managed to smile at her boyfriend's lackluster sense of humor. She was lucky to have him during this difficult time.
"I'll be down the hall if you need me," said Scott, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Wait..." she said, stopping him before he could leave.
"What is it?"
Rogue hesitated for a moment, blushing at the idea that had just popped into her head. But after the night she just endured, she needed his comfort more than ever.
"Would...would ya mind stayin' here tonight?" she asked wearily, "Ah don't know if it's against the rules and all, but..."
Rogue quickly trailed off, but a warm smile from Scott reassured her.
"If it'll help, of course I'll stay," he said.
"Thanks sugah," smiled Rogue, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, "Ya really are the best guy a gal could ask for."
Scott blushed, but his smile never faded. Not bothering to put on sleeping clothes, Scott and Rogue stripped down to their underwear. Rogue was still not wearing a bra, but she didn't mind and neither did Scott. The soft feel of his warm body was just what she needed during this difficult time.
Slipping under the covers, Rogue sunk into Scott's warm embrace. She was so tired and distraught with how everything turned out. But being able to sleep comfortably in Scott's loving embrace made all the stress melt away. This boy had driven her to make a decision she would never have had the strength to make. It was hard to deny the depths of her feelings for him. Lying in his arms, she knew this was just the beginning.
"Night Scott," she said, quickly succumbing to exhaustion.
"Night Rogue," said Scott, giving her one last kiss on the cheek, "Sleep tight."
Up next: Rogue adjusts to her new life at the mansion.