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"Can I talk to Rogue?" Bobby asked. "Alone."

Category: X-Men: The Movie - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama - Characters: Iceman, Rogue - Published: 2005-10-25 - Updated: 2005-10-25 - 1369 words

The lab was dark when Melody crept into it. The nurse sat down at the computer and opened up a file labeled "X-Man," another labeled, "Scott Summers." Her eyes flashed orange as various diagrams of DNA popped up on the computer screen.
"Find what you were looking for?"
Melody stiffened.
"You're going to strain your eyes in the dark." Dr. Essex flipped on the lights and walked over to her.
"Just curious about things." Melody laughed.
"Then you should ask me," Essex replied. "And I would tell you."
"But I wanted to see with my own eyes," Melody said. "You understand."
"Yes, I understand," Essex murmured.
"Dad's gone," Melody continued. "What did you tell him to abandon a pregnant woman?"
"The truth," Essex answered. "That the child's not his."
"Yeah, but the kid's his as much as it is anybody's," Melody replied. "I thought you wanted it to be his."
"I don't always get what I want," Essex said.
"But you used his DNA," Melody insisted.
"Partially," Essex admitted. "The DNA sample I acquired from Scott Summers was old, damaged, incomplete. His brother's DNA, however, was fully intact."
"I didn't know he had a brother," Melody said.
"You'd be surprised at what you could find, browsing through old files at an orphanage," Essex commented.
"So you merged the DNA?" Melody asked.
"I did."
"That still doesn't explain what you told Summers," Melody said. "He left. There was no purpose in that."
"Why so curious, Ms. Jacobs?" Essex asked.
Melody shrugged. "I just can't see the logic in that move."
"Logic?" Essex chuckled. "There was no logic in letting him stay. Ms. Jacobs, you know the most important part of this project, you know what we've put all our work into."
Melody nodded. "The child."
"Exactly," Essex said. "The child. Once the child is born, the woman is forfeit. Do you think Mr. Summers would agree to our sentiments?"
She laughed. "No, I suppose you have a point. I just thought that you still wanted things from him like tissue samples."
"Then why not have her miscarriage?" Melody suggested. "The fetus is probably sub par to what it could have been with pure DNA."
"Well, there's always the opportunities to learn from our mistakes," Essex replied. "Let's see how this particular child turns out, I've got enough samples to impregnate the woman a second time now if this prototype is a complete disaster."
"I guess I had no reason to be worried," Melody said. "Only, what are we going to do about the other woman? The one that arrived with Summers?"
"She is very powerful, in her own right," Essex admitted. "But no one is without a weakness. I'm sure we'll find something."
"Well, she doesn't seem to like us very much." Melody shut down the computer. "So I don't think she'd openly show us anything, especially something that we could take advantage of."
"Patience," Essex coaxed.
"Patience?" Melody snickered. "How patient are you going to be when the kid's born? Patient enough to just watch them take the baby to New York?"
Essex ran his hand through Melody's hair, knotting it around his fingers. He tugged her head back. "I don't appreciate your lack of faith in me."
"You have enough faith in yourself, you don't need mine," Melody said. "I'm just trying to be realistic, is all."
Essex smiled. "That woman, my host, will never leave this facility," he whispered. "I'll kill her first. I dealt with the man and we'll deal with his white haired friend in time."
"Can I talk to Rogue?" Bobby asked. "Alone."
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "I don't think right now's a good time," she said. "She's busy."
"When do you think I should come back?" he asked.
Kitty glanced behind her at the clock on the wall. "I don't know," she sighed. "Maybe never."
"Look, I don't need your permission." Bobby scowled.
"I suppose you have a point." Kitty shrugged. "But I could always phase you into the middle of a cement block and let go. That'd be kind of messy."
"Cute," Bobby noted. "Are you going to let me talk to her?"
"You can talk to whoever you want," Kitty said. "Just remember, hurt her again, cement block."
"I'll keep that in mind," Bobby replied.
Rogue was on one of the sparse white cots, knees pinned against her chest, arms wrapped around a pillow, dirty sneakers on the sheets. Her eyes flitted up briefly at him, only to dart back to the pillow in her hands.
Bobby sat at the foot of her cot. "I want to talk to you."
"About what?" she asked.
"About me," he said. "You're right. I've been acting weird and it had nothing to do with you, but I don't know."
"What're ya trying to say?" Rogue asked.
"I wrote a letter," Bobby said. "Back at the mansion, when I was in the freezer. It took me a while, I explained everything. But I haven't heard back yet."
"Bobby, ya are not making any sense." Rogue shifted over to him. "What letter?"
"My mom." Bobby sighed. "My parents. I mailed them a letter. Like two weeks ago. They didn't call, didn't even write back."
"Bobby, we're on Muir Island right now," Rogue argued. "They could have tried. Maybe there's a letter waiting for ya back in Westchester."
He shot her a look.
"Maybe not," she allowed.
Rogue sat and listened to the silence for a moment. Bobby's brows were dark and furrowed and for a second, she wished he were older.
"Ya were right, ya know," she said.
Her voice jolted Bobby from his thoughts. "Hmm?"
"Ya were right," Rogue repeated. "About touching Rachel, Ah mean. Ah shouldn't have. Ah touched her for a pretty long time."
"Do you think you hurt her?" Bobby asked.
Rogue shook her head. "Ah touched Magneto longer," she mumbled. "Touched Logan longer."
"But that's all over with, right?" Bobby said. "They're not hurt and it was only temporary, right?"
"Ah can still hear them," Rogue said. "Ah think they'll always be there. And with the longer ones Ah can just flip through their memories like they were mine."
"I don't get it," Bobby replied. "You've had Logan and Magneto in you for a while now. What's gotten you so upset?"
"Logan doesn't have many memories," Rogue said. "Magneto spent time at Auschwitz, but over the years he's tucked those memories away tight. Rachel grew up in a concentration camp."
"You know, Professor Xavier said she was probably crazy," Bobby began.
"It doesn't matter," Rogue insisted. "She believed it and all her memories seem so real. Ah can see Storm and Logan, but they're older. And the stretch of land that connects the labor camp to the sleeping quarters is lined with tombstones and Ah can see names and dates."
"You recognize names, don't you?" Bobby realized.
Rogue didn't answer.
"Whose name did you see?" Bobby asked.
"It doesn't matter," Rogue muttered.
"Was it mine?"
"She was crazy, right?" Rogue pleaded. "Ah feel like Ah'm going crazy too."
"Hey, the professor said she was nuts," Bobby said. "And even if she wasn't, that's all her future and we changed it. Graydon Creed's still alive."
"Yeah he's alive," Rogue snorted. "And the president for the Friends of Humanity."
"It's better than him being the president of the United States," Bobby countered.
"He was the elected president," Rogue argued. "He just resigned."
"Rogue, they were going to impeach him," Bobby replied.
"And why was that?" She tossed her pillow aside. "Because he had mutant parents."
"All that matters is that he's out of office." Bobby sighed. "The Friends of Humanity don't have any political power. He can't hurt us."
"You say that now," Rogue said. "Wait 'til they start crucifying mutants on our doorstep."
He propped his chin on her shoulder. "That won't happen." He grinned. "They'd have to go through Wolverine first and that'd be a miracle in and of itself."
"Ah guess so." Rogue forced a hesitant smile to her lips.
A knock on the door interrupted them.
Not waiting for a reply, Kitty phased her head through the door. "Hey," she said. "Mr. Wagner just got here."
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