WHO: The Rogues! WHEN: April 17th after everyone is back WHERE: Marie’s room WHAT: Reunion :) WARNINGS: Nah
Marie was back in the mountain.
Once Rogue had heard those six words she hadn’t been able to think about anything else. Two plus weeks of her life had been messed with, a whole slew of memories of a lifetime shoved into her head, but she was used to that happening. She knew how to compartmentalize all of that and lock it away in her head to be dealt with later or never at all of she wanted. At least these memories were hers and not someone else’s, even if that did make it a little more disconcerting to try and work around. Too much of it didn’t add up with the life she’d known, the people she knew, that pushing it away and shutting in the back of her head was an easy decision to make.
Except for Hope and all that came with who the girl had been to her in Storybrooke.
But she would deal with that later.
Rogue had searched high and low for Marie for weeks, sick with worry over what had happened to the girl, and then dealt with knowing she’d been turned into stone and then smashed into pieces. She couldn’t imagine how Marie was handling it — or well, she could considering she knew how she’d deal with it if it had happened to her. Knowing that only made her need to see the girl with her own eyes even more.
Rogue headed down the hall and to Marie’s room, knocking quickly when she arrived. Hopefully the girl was there. Or she’d just have to spend the next few hours tracking her down and that might be a little harder with Laura and Logan both MIA in the woods at the moment.
Since returning to the Mountain, whenever Marie wasn’t helping the agriculture folk left (and in the midst of the battle), she cloistered herself in her room. The noise and the people - more importantly, the lack of people - warred with the whole idea of being alive. Or, rather, being flesh again.
When she heard a knock on her door, she took a moment in getting there before she finally opened the door. Upon seeing Rogue’s face, she frowned hard and held the door hard.“This ain’t a joke is it? Cause if it is, I don’t know who you are, I am gonna mess you up.”
Rogue couldn’t help the slight gasp that she let out as soon as the door opened. Seeing Marie alive and moving around again was something she had hoped would happen but hadn’t quite been certain would ever become reality. Especially after the statue had been destroyed.
“It ain’t one, be really cruel if it was.” She arched a brow at the greeting, not entirely surprised by the unwelcome attitude. She had heard from Jean that the place had been rather depressing when everyone had suddenly vanished; no doubt everyone expecting them to have been sent home and not remember the place if they did return. “We didn’t actually leave like people usually do. Some kind of spell brought us elsewhere for a bit. Screwed with our heads.”
... and the revelation that was Rogue on the other side of the door? She could have cried (she would cry later) but threw herself toward the other woman for a quick embrace.
And that should have been evidence aplenty for her, for them in general, for anyone who wanted to know. Marie controlled her power, kept herself from siphoning off Rogue, kept herself in check even long enough to kiss her on the cheek.
"Well come in!"
She held the door wide.
Rogue’s eyes widened at the ease with which Marie had hugged and then kissed her cheek. She remembered how terrified she had been at even attempting that at Marie’s age — hell the girl had been pretty skittish about touch a month or so ago before the whole stone incident. But now she was managing it without any kind of pull?
She stepped inside, giving the young woman a look over. “So it seems like congratulations are in order?”
“Five seconds worth of congratulations,” she said, closing the door. Marie could still feel the energy crackling beneath her skin, the power which begged to be unrestrained. But her weeks in stone form had given her that. Or maybe it’d been the Lion breath? She didn’t know.
“ … and I don’t want to waste it.”
“Seconds can have a way of giving into minutes and longer,” Rogue pointed out, before making her way to one of the couches. Usually in a way she didn’t want happening with people lingering in her head for longer than she liked. But this was different. This was progress, wasn’t it?
“I still can’t believe you’re here, walkin’ around.” Not smashed to smithereens like the last time she saw her. “I’m gonna be annoyin’ and ask that ‘how are you’ question now. Feel free to sidestep it if you want.”
“People keep saying that but I guess my thought was there isn’t much that gets around y’all. I’d have faith you could turn a statue to human again -- even all of ‘em,” she said. “I was real glad to see that.” Marie smiled, folding her foot beneath her as she sat on the couch.
“And you can ask it. Everything’s loud and close. Like every one of my senses are making up for not having worked for so long. When I hold my power in, I feel it sizzle right under my touch. It wants to pop out and be used. There isn’t a lot of peace but --” she shrugged. “It’s good. I’m here, you’re here. I can learn to stand about anything now.”
“Wasn’t about to stop tryin’ all the different avenues until we did.” Though it would have been a lot harder once Marie’s statue had been smashed. Rogue knew that they would have kept working on it until the girl was made whole again.
“I can see your body goin’ through information overload because of the experience. Hopefully that’ll calm down in time.” Rogue leaned back against the cushions even as she studied Marie. “Have you been out doing things, talking to people, or has stickin’ to your job and room been the norm for the last few weeks?” Rogue knew that if she’d been in Marie’s position that she probably would have high tailed it out of the mountain and been running for as long as her body would have carried her.
"I wouldn't have stuck around if they didn't put me in charge of agriculture -- and they needed literally every hand they had." Running was the most natural reaction, and she knew it was what the older woman was getting at.
"But I had you all to think of too. If you came back, I didn't wanna be alone. I got used to being somebody's family."
Rogue could only imagine the chaos that would have ensued with so many of the group disappearing at once. Large groups of people had left before, but not quite as big as the group that had gone to Storybrooke. People relying on her would’ve been the only thing to get her to stick around as well. It was hard to leave others in the lurch.
“I ain’t sure what the labels would be in this crazy family we got goin’ but you are right, we are one, and you ain’t ever gotta be alone again if you don’t want to be. Plus I do appreciate that you didn’t go runnin’ because I nearly lost my mind trying to find you once. Havin’ to go searchin’ through those woods again for you woulda probably pushed me over that edge.”
She paused, then, thinking about what happened to her friends - to Rogue, more than anyone - when she'd been stone. That witch had been all over her, and she had been sad for them when she thought she was gonna die. But she hadn't thought about what it was like for them in the meantime.
"I'm sorry," was quiet, directed at her hands claspe over her knee.
“It wasn’t your fault, Marie. You couldn’t have known she was gonna come lookin’ for you or turn you into stone.” Rogue offered a small, reassuring smile. The only one to blame for any of it was gone, hopefully never to be heard from again. “You’re here —” Alive. “That’s what matters.”
She leaned forward, reaching over to briefly touch Marie’s hand before pulling back. “But I’m already tired of being cooped up in this damn mountain after havin’ lived out in the sunshine and air for two weeks. Wanna head out with me, maybe show me what’s been growin’ while we were all gone?”
That was a thing to be puzzled over when she was in the confines of her own mind. What mattered, what happened and how it affected all of them. She paused. Giving herself a moment to be so thankful for this woman.
"Oh, Rogue. Do I ever. The whole place come alive, like Spring was a sermon they could believe in. I will show you."