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SLASH FIC: Little Girl Lost 6/? [Supergirl/X-Men]
Title: Little Girl Lost
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Smallville/Supergirl/Marvelverse
Pairing: Kara/Rogue, Scott/Logan, Bobby/Beast
Warning: violence. language. obliteration of the canon timelines.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, DC comics, or Marvel comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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"Little Girl Lost" is the sequel to "Twisted Fairy Tales," furthering the story of Kara In-Ze, a.k.a. Supergirl as she travels the multiverse searching for a place to belong.
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[ CHAPTER SIX ]
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"Where are we going?" Kara asked Rogue.
The mutant gave her a shy smile. "The Professah, he wants to talk to ya. Don't worry, though, he talks to all the new people when they first come in."
"Great," Kara muttered. She hated the whole 'take me to your leader' routine and all the things that came after it. She didn't know how many times a seemingly peaceful group of people suddenly turned into a bunch of raving lunatics for no readily apparent reason after she'd met their leader. It just wasn't worth the drama.
Rogue led her through the white-white corridors to an elevator. "This'll take us upstairs to the rest o' the mansion."
"Sweet," Kara said, since it seemed as though something was expected of her.
"I know you're an alien, but... where are you from?" Rogue asked.
Kara shrugged. "I was born on Argo, a colonized moon of the planet Krypton. When the mother planet was destroyed, a chunk of Krypton struck Argo, knocking it off its axis." Kara had to stop for a moment, biting her lip hard to keep her pain on the inside where it belonged. "Everyone froze to death. I was the only survivor, and that only because my mother, Kala In-Ze, was a scientist experimenting in cryo-stasis technology.
"I was frozen when Superman came and let me out. He brought me to Earth to his adoptive parents who took me in as well. It was hard pretending to be human, but at least I'm alive. Now, though, things are different."
"What do ya mean? What happened?" Rogue asked.
Kara shook her head. "What always seems to happen when I find a bit of something good. I had to go back in time to save the world, and when everything was said and done, I couldn’t go back forward because the timeline reset itself and I was already living in the future. So I had to go somewhere else."
"So you came here?" a voice said.
Kara jerked in surprise and whirled around. "What the..."
"Dammit Gambit, what are ya tryin' ta do?" Rogue demanded
"Don't mind me, cher. I was just comin' to use the elevator," Gambit said. "I didn't mean to be listening, but I couldn't help what I heard, you were talking so loud."
The elevator slipped open with a faint "Ding!" The three piled aboard. The elevator began moving upward.
Kara noticed that Rogue was careful not to get too close to Gambit, seeming to shrink in upon herself to keep even her sleeve from brushing against him.
For the first time, Kara thought about what Rogue had told her. The woman was never able to touch another person skin to skin. She had to always be aware of where her skin ended and the rest of the world began for fear that she would just accidentally brush against someone and hurt them. She had to live her whole life afraid that one wrong move would end with her killing someone.
Taking a deep breath, Kara reached out and grasped Rogue's gloved hand in her own, squeezing comfort into it.
Rogue gasped soundlessly, her eyes sliding sideways to rest against the side of Kara's expressionless face. Most people that knew about her mutation didn't want to touch her even when her skin was completely covered. Even when they did touch her, they were always afraid that one slip of the cloth protecting them would result in their entire lives being sucked out of them. Kara though... she truly wasn't afraid.
A small smile curled Rogue's lips as she looked up at the glowing numbers above the elevator door.
She didn't know what fate had brought Kara to her, but she was grateful. It was nice to be able to feel human for once.
* * *
Gambit had seen Kara take Rogue's hand and felt something curl tight in his chest.
From the first moment he'd seen her, he had known that Rogue was someone special, and his love for her had only grown as time went on. Even knowing that they would never be able to make love or even kiss, he had been unable to help his feelings for her.
The tragedy of knowing that he was never going to be able to be with the woman that he loved had eaten at him for years. He had tried to keep his feelings to himself, knowing that Rogue didn't need the added grief of knowing what he felt for her, but he was unable to change the fact that he loved her more with the passage of each day.
Now something new was developing, and he wasn't a part of it. He'd seen the looks Rogue had been giving Kara, and he'd seen the glance back. He had played this game before and he knew what was coming, and it was killing him.
As long as Rogue was untouchable by everyone, then he had been able to live with the knowledge that he could never have her. But if someone else felt the same way about her that he did, and their feelings were returned... even if things could never be consummated, that didn't make their love any less real.
Jealousy burned in his chest as he looked at the pretty blond girl. She had an inhuman kind of perfection, and he had to wonder if maybe beauty was a part of her mutation, like with Warren.
He had to wonder where she'd come from and how long she was going to stay for. He didn't want her to take any more of Rogue's heart than necessary.
He had heard that she was from the future, but that was about it. He wished he had come in earlier so he could have found out more about her. She was a definite mystery.
And she was quickly stealing his Rogue away from him, something he couldn't allow.
* * *
She could almost feel his glare trying to melt a hole through her back. It was kind of funny really, that he would see her as that much of a rival, but she really didn't have time for his drama.
This was a whole new world she was in and if she wanted to spend any length of time here she was going to have to learn how to fit in. And it looked like these people were going to be the ones that she would have to get to like her, including Gambit.
"Do you guys use your code names all the time, or is just because you don't know me?" she asked.
Rogue blushed a little. "Most of us end up wi' new names when we give up our old lives because our old friends and families just can't accept the fact that we're different. Mah name was Marie, but Ah'm more comfortable bein' known as Rogue. That name feels more lahk me than mah old one does."
"What about you, cher? I hear tell that you like to be called 'Supergirl,' what is the deal behind that?" Gambit asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kara shrugged. "It's all a part of the mystique. As long as I remain a figure of mystery, the bad guys don't know quite what to think about me, and that makes them more afraid of what I might possibly do. Personally, though, I've never been all that into the secret identity thing, but Clark was the one that came up with the rules and he was the original Super, which is why he got the 'man' and all Kon and I got were the 'boy' and 'girl.' It's so degrading, but what can we really do about it?"
"Hm," was all Gambit had time to say before the elevator came to a stop and the door slid silently open.
"Guess this is our stop," Kara said brightly, stepping out. "Bye!"
Grabbing Rogue hand, she strolled off down the hallway, leaving Gambit to stare after them.
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The "Professor" was a bald guy in a wheelchair that introduced himself as Charles Xavier. Not quite on a par with Mr. Clean, but way up there on the bald-o-meter. Kara was just glad that he couldn't read her mind, because that would have really sucked.
She flashed him one of her brightest smiles and slid into the chair in front of his desk. "So, you're a professor, huh? And you run this school for extraordinary children? How's that going for ya?"
He folded his fingers before his chin and looked closely at her, his black winglike eyebrows coming together as a sharp "V" above the bridge of his nose. "Scott has told me how they met you. Thank you for saving the girls. I know that you did not need to step in when you did, which only makes your actions more heroic." He licked his lips. "Rogue has told me that you have nowhere else to be. How would you feel about staying here?"
Kara gave him a skeptical look. "You don't even know me. Why the hell would you invite me to stay in a school with a bunch of kids? I could be a mass murderer for all you know. What are you, mental?"
Xavier gave a quirky, mostly amused smile. "I am not, as you say, mental. I just like giving people the chance that they don't think they deserve for themselves. Looking at you, I think that you deserve a chance."
Kara shook her head. "Dude, I know that usually you can read peoples' minds and see their intentions, so you usually know the best way to handle them, but with me... You can't read my mind, so the only things you have to go on with me are my looks and my attitude, so I really don't know why you want to trust me. I know I'm pretty, but I'm not that pretty, and I know for a fact that I have a huge ass chip on my shoulder. I really don’t think you should trust the lives of all your students on the impression I've made in the last, like, five minutes. That's the kind of thing a complete dumb ass would do."
Xavier looked so surprised that she had to fight to keep from laughing. "I don't think that anyone has ever called me a 'dumb ass' to my face before," he said.
She shrugged. "Guess there's a first time for everything, X-man, and this one's yours. Enjoy it."
She really wasn't too impressed with the guy. Just because he was telepathic, he seemed to automatically assume that he was better in some way than the people around him. She had more than her fair share of superpowers, but she never let herself believe that in the grand scheme of things her life meant more than the person standing next to her. Thinking like that was extremely uncool and she really didn't respect him for it.
"Scott told me what you did," he said, speaking slowly, as though she had the mind of a child... or a peanut. "I respect his opinion, and he suggested that I give you a chance. And meeting you, I feel as though you simply need a chance, and that our school is what you need. A place where you can find yourself and belong."
"Yeah, you're still cracked," she said, "but I'm not going to turn you down. I need someplace to sleep for the next couple of days, and I guess this place is as good as any. You just better hope that I'm not a complete crazy out for the destruction of Earth. And you better believe that my reality has its share of egomaniacal madmen bent on the end of everything."
"This world too has those kinds of people. But I am going to trust that you are not one of them, and that if you were one, you would not be so intent on warning me away from offering you this chance," Xavier said.
"Whatever."
She knew that she was being a bit of a jerk, but she had set aside her goody-goody identity when she said good-bye to the people she had learned to love as her own family. Her reality no longer existed, which meant she didn't have to act like the girl she used to be back before everything turned to shit for good and all.
In her best moments, she cursed Clark but knew that he had made the right choice for everyone and could understand that her pain was just collateral damage. In her worst moments, she cursed Clark for ever defrosting her and making her want to give life a second chance. If only he hadn't made her realize that there were other people out there... If only he hadn't made her want to go out and save humans... If only he hadn't made her give a damn...
Everything would be different and she wouldn't feel so empty inside now that she had failed in saving everything that she cared about.
She had lost her world and all its people twice now. There was no way that she was ever going to let herself be hurt like that again. She just wouldn't care, that was all. She simply refused to give a damn.
* * *
She certainly was very aggressive for such a pretty young girl.
It was rather disconcerting to know that she had at her fingertips the equivalent to the powers of his three strongest mutants, and he couldn't read her mind. She could be planning anything and he would never know because her mind was tightly sealed to his gifts.
She was more powerful than most of the mutants he knew, and if she decided to turn to the side of evil, there would be nothing he could do to stop her because his telepathy simply did not reach her. It was as though she simply wasn't there.
He had his worries that it wouldn't be safe to have her around his students, but sometimes he had to make the hard choices, and this was one of them. He figured that it was better to keep her close at hand where he could keep an eye on her rather than have her out there doing god knew what with no one to even know that they should try to stop her.
Sometimes he wished that he didn't care about the world and its peoples' so much. It would be so very much easier if he simply didn't care about any of the people around him, because then he wouldn't be disappointed and there would be no chance that bad things would blow up in his face when he least expected them to.
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TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Smallville/Supergirl/Marvelverse
Pairing: Kara/Rogue, Scott/Logan, Bobby/Beast
Warning: violence. language. obliteration of the canon timelines.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, DC comics, or Marvel comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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"Little Girl Lost" is the sequel to "Twisted Fairy Tales," furthering the story of Kara In-Ze, a.k.a. Supergirl as she travels the multiverse searching for a place to belong.
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[ CHAPTER SIX ]
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"Where are we going?" Kara asked Rogue.
The mutant gave her a shy smile. "The Professah, he wants to talk to ya. Don't worry, though, he talks to all the new people when they first come in."
"Great," Kara muttered. She hated the whole 'take me to your leader' routine and all the things that came after it. She didn't know how many times a seemingly peaceful group of people suddenly turned into a bunch of raving lunatics for no readily apparent reason after she'd met their leader. It just wasn't worth the drama.
Rogue led her through the white-white corridors to an elevator. "This'll take us upstairs to the rest o' the mansion."
"Sweet," Kara said, since it seemed as though something was expected of her.
"I know you're an alien, but... where are you from?" Rogue asked.
Kara shrugged. "I was born on Argo, a colonized moon of the planet Krypton. When the mother planet was destroyed, a chunk of Krypton struck Argo, knocking it off its axis." Kara had to stop for a moment, biting her lip hard to keep her pain on the inside where it belonged. "Everyone froze to death. I was the only survivor, and that only because my mother, Kala In-Ze, was a scientist experimenting in cryo-stasis technology.
"I was frozen when Superman came and let me out. He brought me to Earth to his adoptive parents who took me in as well. It was hard pretending to be human, but at least I'm alive. Now, though, things are different."
"What do ya mean? What happened?" Rogue asked.
Kara shook her head. "What always seems to happen when I find a bit of something good. I had to go back in time to save the world, and when everything was said and done, I couldn’t go back forward because the timeline reset itself and I was already living in the future. So I had to go somewhere else."
"So you came here?" a voice said.
Kara jerked in surprise and whirled around. "What the..."
"Dammit Gambit, what are ya tryin' ta do?" Rogue demanded
"Don't mind me, cher. I was just comin' to use the elevator," Gambit said. "I didn't mean to be listening, but I couldn't help what I heard, you were talking so loud."
The elevator slipped open with a faint "Ding!" The three piled aboard. The elevator began moving upward.
Kara noticed that Rogue was careful not to get too close to Gambit, seeming to shrink in upon herself to keep even her sleeve from brushing against him.
For the first time, Kara thought about what Rogue had told her. The woman was never able to touch another person skin to skin. She had to always be aware of where her skin ended and the rest of the world began for fear that she would just accidentally brush against someone and hurt them. She had to live her whole life afraid that one wrong move would end with her killing someone.
Taking a deep breath, Kara reached out and grasped Rogue's gloved hand in her own, squeezing comfort into it.
Rogue gasped soundlessly, her eyes sliding sideways to rest against the side of Kara's expressionless face. Most people that knew about her mutation didn't want to touch her even when her skin was completely covered. Even when they did touch her, they were always afraid that one slip of the cloth protecting them would result in their entire lives being sucked out of them. Kara though... she truly wasn't afraid.
A small smile curled Rogue's lips as she looked up at the glowing numbers above the elevator door.
She didn't know what fate had brought Kara to her, but she was grateful. It was nice to be able to feel human for once.
* * *
Gambit had seen Kara take Rogue's hand and felt something curl tight in his chest.
From the first moment he'd seen her, he had known that Rogue was someone special, and his love for her had only grown as time went on. Even knowing that they would never be able to make love or even kiss, he had been unable to help his feelings for her.
The tragedy of knowing that he was never going to be able to be with the woman that he loved had eaten at him for years. He had tried to keep his feelings to himself, knowing that Rogue didn't need the added grief of knowing what he felt for her, but he was unable to change the fact that he loved her more with the passage of each day.
Now something new was developing, and he wasn't a part of it. He'd seen the looks Rogue had been giving Kara, and he'd seen the glance back. He had played this game before and he knew what was coming, and it was killing him.
As long as Rogue was untouchable by everyone, then he had been able to live with the knowledge that he could never have her. But if someone else felt the same way about her that he did, and their feelings were returned... even if things could never be consummated, that didn't make their love any less real.
Jealousy burned in his chest as he looked at the pretty blond girl. She had an inhuman kind of perfection, and he had to wonder if maybe beauty was a part of her mutation, like with Warren.
He had to wonder where she'd come from and how long she was going to stay for. He didn't want her to take any more of Rogue's heart than necessary.
He had heard that she was from the future, but that was about it. He wished he had come in earlier so he could have found out more about her. She was a definite mystery.
And she was quickly stealing his Rogue away from him, something he couldn't allow.
* * *
She could almost feel his glare trying to melt a hole through her back. It was kind of funny really, that he would see her as that much of a rival, but she really didn't have time for his drama.
This was a whole new world she was in and if she wanted to spend any length of time here she was going to have to learn how to fit in. And it looked like these people were going to be the ones that she would have to get to like her, including Gambit.
"Do you guys use your code names all the time, or is just because you don't know me?" she asked.
Rogue blushed a little. "Most of us end up wi' new names when we give up our old lives because our old friends and families just can't accept the fact that we're different. Mah name was Marie, but Ah'm more comfortable bein' known as Rogue. That name feels more lahk me than mah old one does."
"What about you, cher? I hear tell that you like to be called 'Supergirl,' what is the deal behind that?" Gambit asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kara shrugged. "It's all a part of the mystique. As long as I remain a figure of mystery, the bad guys don't know quite what to think about me, and that makes them more afraid of what I might possibly do. Personally, though, I've never been all that into the secret identity thing, but Clark was the one that came up with the rules and he was the original Super, which is why he got the 'man' and all Kon and I got were the 'boy' and 'girl.' It's so degrading, but what can we really do about it?"
"Hm," was all Gambit had time to say before the elevator came to a stop and the door slid silently open.
"Guess this is our stop," Kara said brightly, stepping out. "Bye!"
Grabbing Rogue hand, she strolled off down the hallway, leaving Gambit to stare after them.
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The "Professor" was a bald guy in a wheelchair that introduced himself as Charles Xavier. Not quite on a par with Mr. Clean, but way up there on the bald-o-meter. Kara was just glad that he couldn't read her mind, because that would have really sucked.
She flashed him one of her brightest smiles and slid into the chair in front of his desk. "So, you're a professor, huh? And you run this school for extraordinary children? How's that going for ya?"
He folded his fingers before his chin and looked closely at her, his black winglike eyebrows coming together as a sharp "V" above the bridge of his nose. "Scott has told me how they met you. Thank you for saving the girls. I know that you did not need to step in when you did, which only makes your actions more heroic." He licked his lips. "Rogue has told me that you have nowhere else to be. How would you feel about staying here?"
Kara gave him a skeptical look. "You don't even know me. Why the hell would you invite me to stay in a school with a bunch of kids? I could be a mass murderer for all you know. What are you, mental?"
Xavier gave a quirky, mostly amused smile. "I am not, as you say, mental. I just like giving people the chance that they don't think they deserve for themselves. Looking at you, I think that you deserve a chance."
Kara shook her head. "Dude, I know that usually you can read peoples' minds and see their intentions, so you usually know the best way to handle them, but with me... You can't read my mind, so the only things you have to go on with me are my looks and my attitude, so I really don't know why you want to trust me. I know I'm pretty, but I'm not that pretty, and I know for a fact that I have a huge ass chip on my shoulder. I really don’t think you should trust the lives of all your students on the impression I've made in the last, like, five minutes. That's the kind of thing a complete dumb ass would do."
Xavier looked so surprised that she had to fight to keep from laughing. "I don't think that anyone has ever called me a 'dumb ass' to my face before," he said.
She shrugged. "Guess there's a first time for everything, X-man, and this one's yours. Enjoy it."
She really wasn't too impressed with the guy. Just because he was telepathic, he seemed to automatically assume that he was better in some way than the people around him. She had more than her fair share of superpowers, but she never let herself believe that in the grand scheme of things her life meant more than the person standing next to her. Thinking like that was extremely uncool and she really didn't respect him for it.
"Scott told me what you did," he said, speaking slowly, as though she had the mind of a child... or a peanut. "I respect his opinion, and he suggested that I give you a chance. And meeting you, I feel as though you simply need a chance, and that our school is what you need. A place where you can find yourself and belong."
"Yeah, you're still cracked," she said, "but I'm not going to turn you down. I need someplace to sleep for the next couple of days, and I guess this place is as good as any. You just better hope that I'm not a complete crazy out for the destruction of Earth. And you better believe that my reality has its share of egomaniacal madmen bent on the end of everything."
"This world too has those kinds of people. But I am going to trust that you are not one of them, and that if you were one, you would not be so intent on warning me away from offering you this chance," Xavier said.
"Whatever."
She knew that she was being a bit of a jerk, but she had set aside her goody-goody identity when she said good-bye to the people she had learned to love as her own family. Her reality no longer existed, which meant she didn't have to act like the girl she used to be back before everything turned to shit for good and all.
In her best moments, she cursed Clark but knew that he had made the right choice for everyone and could understand that her pain was just collateral damage. In her worst moments, she cursed Clark for ever defrosting her and making her want to give life a second chance. If only he hadn't made her realize that there were other people out there... If only he hadn't made her want to go out and save humans... If only he hadn't made her give a damn...
Everything would be different and she wouldn't feel so empty inside now that she had failed in saving everything that she cared about.
She had lost her world and all its people twice now. There was no way that she was ever going to let herself be hurt like that again. She just wouldn't care, that was all. She simply refused to give a damn.
* * *
She certainly was very aggressive for such a pretty young girl.
It was rather disconcerting to know that she had at her fingertips the equivalent to the powers of his three strongest mutants, and he couldn't read her mind. She could be planning anything and he would never know because her mind was tightly sealed to his gifts.
She was more powerful than most of the mutants he knew, and if she decided to turn to the side of evil, there would be nothing he could do to stop her because his telepathy simply did not reach her. It was as though she simply wasn't there.
He had his worries that it wouldn't be safe to have her around his students, but sometimes he had to make the hard choices, and this was one of them. He figured that it was better to keep her close at hand where he could keep an eye on her rather than have her out there doing god knew what with no one to even know that they should try to stop her.
Sometimes he wished that he didn't care about the world and its peoples' so much. It would be so very much easier if he simply didn't care about any of the people around him, because then he wouldn't be disappointed and there would be no chance that bad things would blow up in his face when he least expected them to.
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TBC...