Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I am making no profit from this fan based work.
Rogue watched the snow flurries dancing in the breeze on the other side of her windshield as she traversed the old dirt road up to the cabin she'd rented for the winter.
One of the brown paper bags on of the passengers seat beside her started to buzz and vibrate, and she knew it was the little silver cell phone she'd dropped inside it going off for the sixth time that day. She let it ring without even looking for it.
Instead she turned up the volume on the Christmas carols that were crackling though her worn out radio from some station she'd never heard of; coming out more static-y and distant the higher up the mountain she drove.
Rogue was determined that she wasn't going to work during this vacation. Even if she had to spend it alone in a cabin in the woods, her phone locked in a drawer somewhere.
No more Christmas Eve missions. No more New Years explosions. No more near death experiences when she should be opening gifts and watching sappy movies.
Rogue had had enough; she was going to relax this Christmas if it killed her.
Note: So this story is half finished on my hard drive and has been there since 2011. I figured now was a good a time as any to start posting some of it.