Title: When you wake
Rated: R-ish, but not really, might become NC-17 eventually
Challenge: I've been challenged to write a Jean Grey/ Rouge slash story, so this is the result.

Fandom: X Men

Pairing: Jean Grey/Rouge
Spoilers: None

Summary: Do your dreams come true when you wake up, or do you spend a lifetime dreaming?
Disclaimer: I don't have the money to own them ... Purely written for entertainment purposes.
Author's Notes: f/f slash, first try at an X men story

When you wake

Chapter 1

She looks at me and asks me to stay, when I hand in my assignment, in the classroom while the other kids pack their belongings and leave. I'm nervous and I fidget with my papers. I know that I haven't been the best student lately but... The last kid leaves the room and she closes the door behind the boy that just left. I look up at her when I hear that she turns the key in the lock and I wonder what she's doing. She slowly walks up to me. The image of a perfect woman, her dark hair falls on her shoulders. Her lean and beautiful curved body moves in all the right ways and her clothes hug her slender frame perfectly. She moves closer and closer, until she's just mere inches away. I try to move away from her but I can't, I can't stand her this close to me, I breath rapidly. She moves closer and closer until her soft lips touch mine.

When you wake in the morning
Leave the shadows where they lie
Make the changes right away
Tomorrow is today

I wake up bathed in sweat, I'm breathing rapidly as the images of my dreams float back into my mind. The gorgeous dark haired woman, flashes of her light skin. My hands roaming her body as I am memorising every inch of it. The sheets cling to my body as I try to push them away. I can remember every single detail of my dream, and what's worse I can remember it as vividly as if it was real.

Ever since the day that they saved them she was having dreams about the girl. She didn't know why but she didn't feel comfortable when they were alone in a room when there was no one around. The other day she was left behind when her classmates left the room. She was stalling; she looked nervously around the classroom before she came to me. She asked me something about the assignment that I gave them before the bell rang. When it comes to school these kids are just as normal as any other adolescent.

She knew all about the troubles that these kids were going through, she had been through the same. Not only do you become adolescent with all the problems that belong to that stage in life, but you also find out that you're different. The one thing that no kid wants to be: different. As if life isn't hard enough, especially at that age.

I look down at the yard and see some kids play a game of basketball. I always wonder how the kids really feel. They always come here lost and alone, and within days you see them blossom into kids that know that they have a place to call home. Of course we can't provide them a real home, but the least we can do is give them a place to stay where they are secure. A place where we can provide them with the information that they need to survive, and a place where they can be themselves. Sometimes I wished that I had that when I was growing up.

The bell rings, I want to turn around but something keeps me from turning back to the classroom. I notice a girl on the bench in the back of the yard. She's sitting there, all dressed in black, she looks so depressed, so sad. Finally when everyone left the playground and the yard she stands up and makes her way across it. I turn around preparing for the next class; I open my book and wait for the kids to arrive.

Minutes later the class is filled with teens and my thoughts about the girl get pushed further into my mind, but it's never completely away. And then she's there, standing in the door opening, waiting for a second. Staring at me, before she makes her way into the classroom to her place in the back of the room.

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