Mansion Gossip by Ransom99
Summary: Sometimes rumours escalate into pure fiction—I mean reality. Wait, what?
Categories: Comicverse Characters: None
Genres: Drabble
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Warnings: None
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Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 1503 Read: 6049 Published: 01/02/2011 Updated: 01/03/2011

1. Good Moods by Ransom99

2. Keeping Secrets by Ransom99

Good Moods by Ransom99
Jean Grey made her way through the mansion carrying out her normal day to day routines without any difficulties. She wasn’t a drinker, and as such last night she hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary. The simple countdown to the New Year was just as it always had been with Scott. One glass of champagne before sharing a perfect kiss beneath Jubilee’s fireworks.


Viktor Creed walked by her and gave her his usual salute to her authority. Although she was never particularly fond of him, she was pleased that the professor had chosen to take him into the mansion. He seemed to be doing well here. Currently, the mansion was buzzing with people laughing and talking. But it could all be in her head, she was never really sure.


She smiled to herself briefly as she continued to look down her checklist for the day as she walked into the kitchen. “Morning Jean,” A gruff voice murmured. She glanced up to be greeted with a new expression of Logan’s face. Was he... smiling?


“Morning Logan,” She said eerily confused but pleased anyways. “Enjoy your new years?”


He smirked and grabbed a blueberry muffin from the tray of baked goods she had made earlier. “You could say that.” He murmured calmly, and walked out of the kitchen. Had she looked closer she would have noticed a rather new spring in his step.


She shook her head to herself before sitting down at the table across from Beast. He looked about as confused as she was with the Wolverine’s surprising warm welcome. “He’s been acting like that all morning.” He commented, not looking up from his crossword puzzle. “Perhaps he made a new year’s resolution.”


Jean tilted her head to the side slightly, trying to think. “I suppose it could be...” She picked at her own muffin slowly, tapping her pen against the table.
“Those sure smell good.” A southern drawl murmured from the door. “Ya’ll make the blueberry kind I like?”
Jean didn’t look up. “Yes, they’re there.” She answered before her back straightened up. “I didn’t know you liked the blueberry kind.” She allowed herself to turn to look at Rogue for the first time, and even Beast had noticed the peculiar expression Jean had on her face.


Rogue had her hair down, messily straight around her shoulders. Her cheeks were slightly red, but she wore lose plaid PJs Jean had never seen her wear before and a rather revealing black tank top. She almost thought she saw scratches on her arm before Rogue shifted slightly to retreat back towards the door. “Yeah, they’re my favourite.” She told her before spinning around and walking out the kitchen.


Jean glanced over at Hank who had a small smile on his face as he raised an insinuating eyebrow at her. He put his reading glasses back on and chuckled mildly. “The sudden secrecy makes me think their stories are linked.”


Jean’s eyes narrowed. Yes. Those were certainly scratches.


***


Jubilee and Pyro sat watching funniest home videos in the TV room, enjoying themselves as they watched different people fall down. Trampoline mishaps continued as Rogue walked in. “Havin’ fun?” She murmured with a smile as she sat down next to them.


Jubes laughed as she nodded before she realized something. Her gaze on Rogue suddenly seemed like fire, and John had nothing to do with it. She paused as though weighing out her options before she spoke. Her thoughts were collected by the end of her sentence. “Are those Logan’s pyjama pants?”


Rogue froze, glancing down at herself as though she had completely forgotten she was wearing them. (Which she had.) And stood up immediately to go to the door. It seemed she couldn’t stay in one room for long at all. “I think I’ll go take a shower.” She announced before making a mad dash away from the public’s eye.


Along the way she bumped into Viktor, who laughed as he usually does. As they awkwardly stepped around each other he reached over and pushed one strand of her hair behind her ear. “I like your hair like that girlie.”


Rogue blushed briefly, before bolting away, past Jean and Scott who stopped talking the moment they saw her. Oh dear. Mansion gossip yet again. Fantastic.
Keeping Secrets by Ransom99
Rogue pulled the towel from around her hair, dropping it to the floor as she glanced at the slightly foggy mirror in front of her. Her long brown hair fell in wet waves past her shoulders as she dragged her fingers through it. From her bathroom, with just a towel around her she heard the door open. She had only given a key to one person, so of course she knew who it was.
 
 
He leaned up against the door frame, wearing an olive green shirt that was tight around his arms. His expression was solid, focussed on her bed where his pants were draped over the side. “Well you aren’t very good at being secretive.”
 
 
She still hadn’t looked at him, she leaned towards the mirror applying her makeup and fixing her hair. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She would’ve sworn she heard him chuckle quietly. But he walked closer to her till he was at her bathroom’s entrance. He raised one hand and pushed her hair behind her shoulder, slipping his fingertips down her shoulder. She had frozen, and he smiled at the goose bumps his touch had raised.
 
 
“We decided that we wouldn’t tell anyone.” Logan said turning away from her and walked to sit down on her bed. Now she looked at him, he had his arms draped across his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. “And now the whole school knows that something happened.”
 
 
She sighed and wandered over to him, crawling onto the bed and laying down beside him. “I didn’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re asking me.” He turned and wrapped one arm around her.
 
 
“Alright,” He murmured. “Still, Colossus is looking for you.”
She sat up immediately. “What? Why?”
Logan shrugged. “That’s what I’d like to know. I’m sort of sick of getting dirty looks from the men of the school Rogue.”
She smacked him lightly. “You’re exaggerating.”
 
 
He snorted. “No. I’m not.”
 
 
***
 
 
Piotr could feel his face hardening, but knew he wasn’t taking his metal form. He picked up the basketball and threw it for the net, only to have it hit the rim and bounce into the other direction. He started to walk to retrieve it before he saw that someone had already caught the ball.
 
 
“Having trouble scoring tough stuff?” Viktor grinned at his joke before throwing it back to him. Piotr didn’t respond, simply held the ball in his wide hands trying not to crush it while he watched Creed with a solemn glare.
 
 
“What do you want?” He asked, his broken English coming out slightly awkward but still getting the point across that he wanted to be alone. He stood 6 foot 7, tall enough to easily take Sabertooth on in a fight, but he was a shy noble man that didn’t like fighting unless it was for the better of humanity.
 
 
Viktor’s eyes narrowed, but he held up his hands in surrender as he retreated backwards. “Well, I’m not one to overstay my welcome.” He admitted. As he turned he smiled. “But I could have sworn you and Rogue had something going on, I guess I was wrong considering what the runt as told me.”
 
 
It was no secret that Logan and Viktor stayed out of each other’s way in the mansion, neither were happy that the other was within any range and any conversation usually ended up fighting. Colossus was no fool. “You should know you’re overstaying your welcome.”
 
 
“I just thought you’d want to know.” Creed went on.
“You thought wrong.”
 
 
“About what?” Her voice rang through their dark tones. Rogue stepped onto the basketball court with her hands on her hips as she tried to decipher what they were talking about. Both men looked at each other guiltily before Viktor started to walk away.
 
 
“It’s nothing Marie.” He muttered over his shoulder, disappearing around the bend. Piotr looked at her with a confused expression on his face. How did Creed know her name? Had he not been bluffing when he said that Logan had told him things? These rumours were getting out of hand.
 
 
“Marie.” He repeated, letting it flow off his tongue with his Russian accent. He glanced towards her. “People have been saying things. I wanted to hear from you.” His gaze on her was calm, not patronizing like someone of his size could easily do. He was a kind sweet man, and he just wanted to know the truth. “What happened last night?”
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