My body is a cage

Music accompaniment to the thread “Negative Influence”.

A light chuckle escaped him when she answered his question.  She seemed pretty much normal, or what he could call normal the last time he saw her years ago.  ”Good, that bullshit never should’ve hit the market.”  Alright, he knew it wasn’t being actually sold, but it was distributed, so the point still got across.  

To her question, he simply shrugged.  ”That blonde chick?  Dunno.  Don’t really care, either.”  He answered quite honestly.  ”Hell, you’re lucky I hauled your ass outta there.”  Why?  He knew she’d ask why.  

Sure, he'd attacked people, joined the brotherhood, blown up buildings but he was still John. He just didn't believe in the peace the x-men were fighting for. That didn't make him a bad person, contrary to popular belief. 

She felt lucky that he'd dragged her out of there if things were going as downhill as he was making out. "Thanks," she said, the corners of her lips quirking up slightly into an almost smile. She could try and figure out her feelings about her powers later, that wasn't a priority right now. 

It was also a thanks for not letting her kill anyone. She didn't think she'd have been able to handle it if she had, not to mention she really didn't know what that would do to her. Make her stronger? Better? Or just crazier? "Guess I owe ya." 

Finally he heard something.  He stayed where he was, unsure if she was actually up, but knew that she was conscious enough to make the noise.  He exhaled, head turning towards the door.  He was starting to regret this now.  

He heard movement from the other room, but he didn’t get up until he heard the familiar ring of her voice.  Way too late to undo any of this now.  He walked to the doorway of his bedroom and leaned himself against the outside of it, arms folded.  He looked at her; she looked unsteady.  However, his face had shown no pity, no sympathy.  Just the normal give-no-shits expression that was usually set upon it.  

     Her eyes widened as the bedroom door swung open to reveal John, of all people. Okay, so maybe there was room left in her day for surprises. She just wasn't sure if this was a bad one or a good one. She could hazard a guess that it wasn't a brotherhood thing, since both Magneto and Mystique had lost their powers- of course with her own coming back, theirs probably would be too. 

     She folded her arms across her chest defensively, surveying the blond where he stood. He wasn't wrong, he definitely wasn't who she'd been expecting, but then again she hadn't really been expecting anybody in particular. Maybe even a stranger. Certainly not him.

     Her lips pressed together in a tight line. She should have expected that from him. Heck, she was getting that from her peers at the school, why not him too? "That's 'cause I did. Call it whatever ya want, yeah, I took it, but I guess they just don't make scientific breakthroughs like they used ta 'cause it's gone. It's warn off. Pretty sure that's what just happened." 

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Even though he had planned on going straight home, someone with a certain streak of white in her hair caught his attention.  Someone he hadn’t seen in a while.  Someone who he hadn’t expected to see, either.

Considering she had been heading in the direction that he was, he kept behind her, watching her.  Simply out of curiosity.  He’d noticed the lack of gloves, the fact that she slipped off her jacket.  Clearly she’d taken the cure and disappointment towards her became apparent on his face. 

But he witnessed what had just happened.  He wasn’t seeing things, wasn’t hearing things.  But he wasn’t the only witness.  His eyes scanned the crowd that was slowly stopping in their tracks, muttering, hearing words like ‘freak’ and words of hate and fear.  

The pyrokinetic jogged up towards his fallen ex-classmate, ex-friend, past some people who had stopped in front of him.  ”Back off.”  he barked at the gatherers.  Why was he doing this?  Wasn’t he past this life?  Past everyone there?  He pulled out his Zippo and pulled a flame from it as a clear warning.  Even with the crowd, John had managed to lift the southern mutant and take her away from the people, who didn’t dare follow John with his dangerous fire.  

Now that her body had shut down the psyches had full range of her head, all the people she'd ever absorbed-the ones she'd thought long gone after she'd taken the cure. Cody, Bobby, Logan, Magneto, John, the mysterious blonde all clamoring for her attention, making her head pound. 

A pained noise left her lips as she pushed away from the over-active psyches and fought back towards conciousness, eyes opening to find that she was no longer in the park and instead of staring at the sky, she was staring at the ceiling of an apartment. 

She sat up quickly, glancing around and finding no-one. Had someone helped her? Saved her? Was it the blonde woman? This didn't look like the apartment of a woman, if she was being completely honest. Questions ran through her head. Who had saved her? Why? How long had she been out? Where was she? 

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?" 

"Well that was unexpected." 

"Have you ever even done this before?" 

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

     The sound in question had been a distant crash, one loud enough to echo down to the second subbasement where their laboratory was housed. Whatever it was must have caused quite a bit of damage upstairs. 'Alex, most likely.' That boy was going to be the death of him. 

     Lifting a cautionary finger, he silently urged Hank to stay put. If there truly was something amiss, it was best to investigate things himself. There was no sense in putting the kids in danger. -Hank would remind him that that ‘kids’ was a term that no longer applied to their small but close-knit group-.

    He padded down the corridor and up the steps to the foyer. Standing beside a collapsed side table was a young woman. ‘Odd.’ More than the fact that she was a stranger, Charles was concerned by her appearance. Surely she hadn’t gone out in a bathrobe? The girl seemed normal enough, her only distinctive feature a vivid streak of white in her otherwise raven hair. Perhaps she was human. 

   "My thoughts exactly," he said, not unkindly. Though his brow furrowed with unmasked bemusement, the telepath did manage a smile. "Do forgive me for being blunt, but who might you be and how did you get here?" 

      Something still felt off, but maybe she had just absorbed teleportation powers and teleported down a floor. It seemed the most logical explanation. Some form of displacement had definitely taken place and she'd definitely absorbed a power right before it had happened. 

        She glanced at the doors, listening for movement behind them, any of the other students she might have woken up crashing around at the crack of-dawn? The light filtering through the window at the end of the hallway didn't look like the light that came from a sunrise.

        Nope, no way. There was no way that time travel was involved here. Right? 

        The sound of footsteps made her turn, well, at least she wasn't alone, but was it friend or foe? She watched as a young man, possibly older than her, appeared. "Uh..." He wasn't someone she recognised, which was odd given that she knew most of the students in the school. "Rogue. Ah'm Rogue an' as for how ah got here, 'm gonna go with 'accidentally'. Who're you?"