~Chapter 1~
Looking out the window at the mansion that stood behind the massive steel gates, she frowned. Five years ago she walked away from her old life and got the cure, yet fate decided against it. Closing her eyes and pulling the silk gloves snug around her arm, tears welded up as that tragic day played in her mind again.
The day her mutation returned...with a vengeance.
***Flashback***
"And remember, don't be nervous tonight." Her best friend Cassy stated, beside her fixing her hair.
Rolling her eyes, she glimpsed out the window to the small tent within the garden. "If ah didn't know any better, ah would say ya' were the one getting married instead of meh." Her southern drawl sounded.
Huffing and folding her arms, the short blond shook her head. "After all I done for you, this is the thanks I get? Who's the one that introduced you to the cutie with the bootie? Not to mention the one footing the bill for this shindig and..."
"Ah get it, sorry." She quickly voiced, throwing her arms around her shoulders in a bear hug. "Ya' been the best these last five years. Ah don't know what ah would've done without ya', Cassandra." She finished staring into her crystal blue eyes.
Sighing, Cassy shrugged her off and led her out the small hotel room. "Well, that's more like it." Turning down the hall and descending the staircase, they paused at the open patio double doors. Facing her, she raised an eyebrow. "Ready to do this damn thing?"
Laughing at her way to snap them back to the present, she nodded.
"Then let's go." Arm out, she gave a nod and the pianist began her song.
Smiling, they began her last walk as a single woman.
***End Flashback***
Hearing the driver call her name, she was jerked out of her reverie. "Yeah?" She called.
"We're here. Do you need assistance with your bag?"
Shaking her head and retrieving a bill out her purse, she handed it over. "That should be more than enough. Just pop the trunk and ah can do the rest."
In record time, she held her suitcase in hand and found herself standing before the place she once called home. Releasing a breath, she rang the doorbell.
Chastising yet another kid for running around the damn hall, Logan growled. "I'm going to shish kabob the next midget that I come across," he threatened, as a small boy who rounded the corner neared him. Watching as he quickly came to a stop, he smirked and made his way towards Chuck's office for yet another briefing on the latest mission. Just as his foot touched down upon the last step, the damn door bell sounded. Sighing, the burly man for went asking 'who went there' and yanked the hunk of wood open.
Getting a good glimpse of a rather small female with a nice ass to boot, he smirked. But the moment she turned around and he spotted the trade mark two white streaks, his world stood still.
"Ma...Marie?" His low voice sounded, completely lost on his tough persona he gave off.
Giving a hesitant smile and tucking a strand behind her ear, Rogue paled as she saw the disbelief written all in his face.