TITLE: Fears and Dilemmas (1/?)
AUTHOR: Morgana
EMAIL: morganalefey311@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for the plotline. I'm making no money off
of this, the characters belong to...uhh, marvel and whoever did the movie.
*L*
GENRE: Angst right now, will eventually be romance. R/B friendship only
TEASER: 3 years into the future and someone is having doubts.
RATING: PG
NOTES: < > Indicate thoughts. This is my first x-men fic. Feedback is
always welcome. Constructive criticism is good, flames are bad.

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Robert Drake lay awake, again. It had become a regular thing over the past
couple of weeks. He would try to sleep, but would always wake up as soon as
he would start to drift off. It was starting to annoy him. It would cause
his sleep hazed mind to imagine things such as noises in the room.

Like now for instance, he could swear he heard someone walking on the roof.
He rolled over with a noisy groan only to find that the noise not only
continued but sounded like it was getting closer. He sat up in bed, fully
awake, and listened as the footsteps once again faded, but in the opposite
direction. <Odd> He thought as he rose out of bed to investigate.

He quietly padded across his room, threw on some heavier clothes and snuck
out into the hallway. He knew that the best way to get out to the roof was
out one of the hallway windows and as he neared the window he realized that
it was just slightly cracked open. He gently climbed out as quietly as he
could and tried his best to walk stealthily towards the shadow of a person
he
could now see.

He watched the person for what could have been several minutes or merely
seconds. Time seemed to stop as he watch the figure slowly walk their way
to
the edge of the roof. His breath caught in his throat as he realized the
intentions of the mysterious person.

Could he do it? Could he stand there and watch as the person jumped? <Of
course not? He thought to himself.

"Hey, wait!" He nearly shouted out into the still night air.

The mysterious person turned around abruptly, somehow keeping perfect
balance
on the edge of the roof.

Even though he couldn't see the face of the person in the light of the full
moon overhead, he could make out tendrils of white hair framing a face.
That
was all he needed to know.

"Rogue?" He quietly asked as he came closer to her.

"What are you doing up here?" She asked him.

"I heard footsteps and I cam up. What are you doing up here?"

"Thinking." She sighed as she turned away.

"Is that all?" He stopped walking closer sensing her discomfort.

"Of course that's all." She almost spat. Then the thought hit her. "You
thought I was going to jump didn't you?" She almost laughed.

"Well, yeah. That's what it looked like."

"I wasn't." She whispered.

"Is everything ok Rogue?" Concern laced through Bobby's voice.

"I'm fine Bobby, go back to your room and sleep." Rogue said as she sat
down
with her feet dangling off the edge of the roof.

"I can't. Haven't been able to sleep lately. Plus you're up here all
depressed so I'm not leaving you alone." Bobby smirked at her as he took a
seat next to her.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Always the persistent one Drake."

"Always." He confirmed. "So, do you want to talk about it?"

"Bobby, do you believe in werewolfs?" Rogue questioned, gazing up at the
full
moon overhead.

"Werewolfs? Is that what you thinking about?" Bobby laughed.

"Answer the question."

"I don't know. I used to. I mean, when I was a kid and all. I guess it's
possible. I don't really know what I believe I guess. Why?"

"I don't know. Full moon. Makes me think of werewolfs."

"Just werewolfs Rogue or someone else?" Bobby looked over to see her
reaction.

"That was over three years ago Bobby." Rouge turned to glare at him.

"I know, but memories last."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rogue questioned harshly.

"Whatever you want it to Rogue." He sighed.

After a long pause Rogue finally spoke, "Seriously Bobby, I'm ok. I've just
been thinking about some stuff."

"Like what?" He questioned gently, not wanting to scare her away.

"Well, I'm almost twenty-one years old. I've been here in this place we
call
home for over three years now. I can count on one hand the number of times
I've been out of these walls since I arrived here. I know that people don't
really accept us, but who has to know who we are?" Rogue sighed.

"What are you talking about Rogue?" Bobby asked, suddenly scared.

"I'm thinking about leaving." She whispered.

"What? Why? You can't just leave!"

"Why can't I? Besides, it wouldn't be permenate. Maybe just for a few
weeks. I only want to see what's out there. I want to see what's behind
these walls I've spent so much time hiding behind. I want some freedom."

"Freedom Rogue? We do have freedom here! You know how people react to us.
What if you get in trouble? Think of all the risks you'd be taking!" Bobby
stood up and started pacing as he spoke.

"Well, those are risks I'm willing to take." Rogue stood up also. "I'll be
fine Bobby. I can take care of myself." She smiled gently at his concern.

"Let me come with you?" His eyes pleaded with hers.

She looked away. "No, this is for me."

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too Drake. Now enough with the sad looks. I'll be coming
back."

"You promise?" Bobby took a step closer to her.

A rush of memories hit Rogue hard and tears flew into her eyes. "I
promise."
She whispered as she turned and walked back to the open window.

<She was about to cry> Bobby thought, amazed. <Maybe I might be wearing her
down after all>