We Can Explain...

We Can Explain...Chapter Twenty Seven (NC-17)
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Rogue was already sick of the smell of pizza by the time she got her two slices up to her room on the doubled paper plates. Her bottle of root beer tucked under her arm, she let herself into her room and drew up short as she realized she was not alone. "Ain't you got Mister Creepy to hang out with?" she asked gruffly, setting her lunch down on the dresser and shutting the door.
Paige grinned cheerily. "Jono is doing some random electronic thing for Forge while Forge figures out what the Hell those silver glare.are. Oooooh...is that pepperoni?"
"Mitts off, Bluegrass1," Rogue responded, slapping Paige's hand away from one of the slices of pizza. "So why you lurkin'?"
"Spill it, Rogue," she said without a trace of irony or even girlish bonding. "I wanna know what the Hell happened." She took the coveted slice of pizza without Rogue interfering this time and proceeded to pick off the green peppers. "I'm hearin' all kinds of stuff since I came back from visitin' mom and the sibs..."
"I'm sure," Rogue drawled dryly. "You're pickin' off the best part!" She took the abandoned peppers and laced her own slice with them. "A ain ain't got nothin' to say that I ain't already said."
Paige rolled her eyes. "Right. So it's true you were kidnapped and taken to Arizona?"
"Well...kind of..." Rogue shifted uncomfortably, the pizza growing cold and congealed in her gloved hand. "And kind of not."
"And you really did end up in some fancy house?" Paige popped the last of her slice into her mouth and chewed noisily. "Cause I heard Amara sayin' you got some nifty ball gown and..."
"Amara needs to keep her fool mouth shut," Rogue snapped, dropping the unfinished food on the greasy plate and taking a long draught of her soda. "She don't know what we did before..."
"Before what?" Paige inquired lightly, feigning disinterest. "Ooooh...is that a new CD?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Paige, listen..." She paused, trying to figout out how to phrase her next statements. "Okay, the thing is, what happened...I don't fucking understand a thing about it!" She flung herself back onto the bed and groaned, draping her arm over her eyes dramatically. "We've hashed and rehashed and everything and I don't have a fucking clue about what fucking happened!"
Paige dropped to lay on her elbows next to Rogue, her previous bubbly humor replaced with concerned curiosity. "You mean...like you were drugged?"
Rogue snorted. "No. Not really..." She uncovered her eyes and sighed loudly. "Okay, here's the basics." As concisely as she could, she detailed the previous week.
Paige blinked, her eyes dry from staring. "Well. Fuck me. That's...wow."
"So you see what I mean when I say I don't know."
"I think I might have an idea," Paige said carefully. "I mean, about the silver things."
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What? You did it? How the fuck would you know?"
"Don't get bitchy with me," Paige sniped, getting to her feet. "I just think I have an idea..."
"Where you going, Miss Ideas?" Rogue rollnto nto her stomach and glared at the pizza.
"To see Forge." Paige tossed a cheery wave over her shoulder and let herself out into the hall. The way was empty. She strained her ears and heard only the distant sounds of life in other parts of the mansion. She was not sure how long she had and she knew she had to be fast. Paige turned towards the stairs and began walking at a fast clip, shifting as she moved from the slight form of Paige Guthrie to the more lithe form of Rogue, her stride lengthening and pace quickening as the transformation completed. If she was very lucky, she could avoid Logan altogether.

Sam was contorted into a position that would have made Kurt proud. Theresa was not quite avoiding him but something had changed between them since her snap in front of Emma. He had been following her around for the past several hours as she did chores and homework, trying to get her to say something, anything, that let him know she did not hate him now. He nearly fell off his chair when she finally slammed her history book shut and said his name. "Huh?"
"I asked what the Hell you're stalking me for. It's like having a six foot tall, blond shadow." She peered at him narrowly, frowning. "You're not trying to have some deep talk about sex with me, are ye?"
"Well...no. Yes. Maybe." He untangled his limbs and tried to smile "I just wanted to say... I don't blame us for missin' Scott and Jean anymore."
Theresa's scathing glare swept Sam's sheepish form. "Good. Twit." She gathered her books and rose to her feet imperiously. "I think you're being a jerk, you know. Trying to feel guilty for sleeping with me...you insult me, Sam. You insult my pride, my self esteem and my intelligence. I made the decision to have sex with you, Sam. You didn't force me, I didn't force you. We took the opportunity to fuck like bunnies and you feel bad about it. La de fucking da."
Sam was on his feet and blocking her egress in a heart beat, a fraction of his powers propelling him ahead of her. "Theresa, don't be so mean to me! I'm trying to say something here!"
"Then say it and be done with it. I'm too mad at you to make up right now!" She did not meet his eyes and instead focused on the top of her history book.
"Right now?" he asked, momentarily diverted. "You think...you might want to make up later then?"
"Hope springs eternal," she snorted. "Say what you have to say and be done. I have work to do."
Sam took a breath and forced the theory out, preposterous as it sounded. "We didn't hear Jean and Scott because they never came here!"
"What? You mean they lied or somethin'?"
"No...they never came here! They just thought they did!"
Theresa sighed. "Sam, you're daft as anything."
"But...?" he grinned. "I can hear there's a but..."
"You are, you ass," she smiled. "But I think you might have something, if the rumors I'm hearing are anything to go on."
"So what now?"
"So I finish my history work and you gll tll that to the Professor..."
"But..."
1 Kentucky is the Bluegrass state. Taa daa.