This is my take on the the X-Men Evolution episode, "Rogue Recruit." I added more detail and gave it a slightly different ending.
Then she remembered the girl, the red-head, Jean Gray. She gave this to her. She thought for a moment of using it. She said she could reach her anytime, but then she remembered how angry she was when she spoke to her in the mausoleum. Rogue was about to throw it out her window and forget she ever had it, but something stopped her. She went over to her dresser instead. Her handbag lay there by a picture of her Aunt Irene, her mother and her. It was taken when she was little, but she could never remember when this was. She was no more than four years old, but still she thought she would have remembered.
She still had stray thoughts running through her head, thoughts that she had picked up from the people she had touched that night. She was too tired to deal with all of this and decided she would take a shower and get some sleep.
The water was so soothing to her and made her forget all of her troubles. When the water had finally turned cold she got out and put on a pair of gray sweatpants and a T-shirt. Her door was open a crack, and she could hear voices coming from downstairs. She walked into the hallway and peeked around the corner to see what was going on. That Darkholme woman was still talking to Irene. Rogue got as close as she could without being seen.
“Are you sure she doesn’t know the truth about the X-Men?” Miss Darkholme asked Irene.
The X-Men? Rogue thought. They were that ones that tried to kill her, right?
“I don’t think so,” Irene said, ‘but I can’t be sure, Raven. We need to protect her. She could still be a target.”
“Yes, this is a small town. When word gets out they’ll be coming for her.”
No, Rogue thought. This can’t happen. She didn’t want Irene to suffer for what she did. The best thing for her to do was get out of town. She had some money saved up, at least enough to get to the next town. She could find work, find some place where no one knew here and start over. That’s what she thought anyway. She wasn’t being rational, but what sixteen year old girl was rational.
She quickly packed a bag and took off out the window. She jumped off the slope of the roof landing in Irene’s flower bed. She accidentally crushed a few rows of her aunt’s flowers. She felt bad about it, but at least she made very little noise when she landed. She quietly took off into the night knowing she would never return here again.
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