Slowly stirring awake and opening his eyes, Professor
Charles Xavier looked around and found himself in the school infirmary, his wheelchair
nearby while he laid on the bed. “Ugh… What a shock to the system…”
“Oh good, you’re awake!” Chirped Rogue, sitting up after
reading her book and checking the professor’s pulse and any signs of a fever. “You
passed out in the cafeteria, are you still feeling dizzy?”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Charles sat up and took a
better look at the woman. Rogue had her hair in a ponytail and wasn’t wearing
her leather jacket, another difference he caught but never put thought to until
just now was she didn’t speak with her southern drawl. “Rogue, I had the
strangest dream, I worried that my X-Men had all been turned into… well… YOU!”
Scrunching her face into a smirk and waving her hand at the
thought, Rogue stood up and opened the cabinet for something to give the
professor. “That’s funny, I didn’t pick up any screwy dreams coming from you,
do you want some tea? I have lemon or grey.”
“Grey please…”
Pressing her fingers to her forehead, Charles watched as the
Rogue in front of him telekinetically summoned a tea pot and water from the tap
before setting the pot on the boiler and levitate two tea bags to wait for the
water to boil.
“Uhm… Rogue?”
“Yes?”
“Jean???”
“Yuuuuuuuuup!”
Seeing someone else enter the small cordoned off cot where
the Professor was resting, Charles blinked when he noticed ANOTHER Rogue, this
one wearing her trademark costume like the other one but also a pair of Cyclops’
ruby glasses. “Oh good, you’re awake! Jean Rogue watched over you ALL day.”
Chirped the woman, wrapping her arms affectionate around the other Rogue, who
giggled in response.
“There are two of you?!”
“Well… 32 and counting, Mom’s been nonstop since she picked
up that trinket.” Answered Cyclops Rogue, scratching her short-cropped hair and
pointing towards the other side of the partition where Jean Rogue pulled open
to let the Professor see.
If he thought he was going to pass out then, he certainly
would have now! There sitting on the cot and gripping stirrups with a death
grip, Rogue winced and panted for air, going into labour again while four
different versions of her kept her company and helped through the labour pains.
A chrome skinned Rogue with a large physique and Russian accent was between
Rogue Prime’s legs giving words of encouragement as Rogue pushed.
“Yes, little more, one more push and… ??????????! It’s a
girl!” The Colossus Rogue cheered, followed by the others as she bundled the
rapidly aging baby into Rogue’s arms. “She look like Iceman, you can tell because
of icy skin and whinny cries.”
“Oh, hush sister.” Smirked one Rogue, wearing a green and
yellow variation of Psylocke’s costume with her arms crossed. “When you were
born, you nearly pulled the back of the sister that delivered you.”
“Yeah!” Touted one Rogue in pigtails, rubbing her back. “Like,
I’ve still got a bad back from that… OH! Here we go.” Seeing the newborn go
through years of growth in the span of seconds, the icy skinned teenager jumped
off the cot and accepted the towel handed to her so she could wrap it around
her.
“Thaaaank you.”
“Would you all just settle? Mother needs her food, oui?”
Asked the Gambit Rogue, unwrapping a bag of chips and offering it to Rogue
Prime.
“T-thank you, feel so exhausted… How many so far?”
“Thirty-three…” Suddenly seeing their mother begin to swell
and grow pregnant again, Rogue Prime tried to eat as much as she could before
going into labour again. “And counting…”