Sup y'all! This is author Rogue, and yes this is ARB. So anyway, we know that you readers can be very antsy at some point. So cease-fire! We'll cool you down. You ready? Well, let's go!

The Five Times He Seen Her Smile (And the One Time She Made Him)

Rogue stared out towards the blue sky. It reminded her of the blue eyes of a good friend. Then she was struck with the familiar scent of Agent Mike Prisma. She turned around.

"Well, I actually owe you one." He said as he gave her a cup of coffee that he rushed to get.

"How did you know I like my coffee black and with no sugar?" Rogue asked after taking a sip.

"You have very observant twins." He said in reply.

Rogue smiled, and Mike remembered the five times he saw her smile, and the one time she made him.

32 years ago

Mike had walked her to her first student assembly in the Academy. Rogue looked a bit nervous. She looked at him with pleading blue eyes.

"It's alright, Rogue. You'll be fine. You'll have me to watch over you." Mike said.

Rogue smiled, and he knew that this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Several months later

"Rogue Alyssa T. Tvarkov, graduating with highest honors." Gary said that day. Rogue walked up the stage that day and saluted and flipper-shakes Gary with one flipper, and receives her diploma in the other. After the ceremony, Rogue was chatting with fellow batch mate Katy Hunter and Chris Prisma. She looked away and saw Mike.

"Agent Mike!" Rogue said and quickly hugged him.

"Hello Rogue. My, graduated with highest honors? Good for you." He said.

"Will I still be seeing you again?" Rogue asked.

"Why, sure! You'll always be seeing old man Prisma, right? We're in the same agency, y'know?" Mike questioned.

She smiled, and he knew that it was a yes.

27 years ago.

"Miss Tvarkov, please put up your right flipper, and repeat after me." The Director said. "I"

"I," Rogue said.

"State your name, please." The Director said.

"Rogue Alyssa T. Tvarkov." She said.

"Will accept the obligation to lead the Anti-Terrorism Division." The Director dictated.

"Will accept the obligation to lead the Anti-Terrorism Division." Rogue repeated.

"I swear to lead humbly and serve with all my heart." The Director said.

"I swear to lead humbly and serve with all my heart."

"And govern with a fair hand."

"And govern with a fair hand." Rogue said, her biceps are starting to hurt.

"So help me Benny." The Director finally said.

"So help me Benny." Rogue said.

"Congratulations, General Rogue Tvarkov." The Director said.

Rogue smiled as she was given a round of applause.

Months later

It was the music that drew him to that spot. He was standing near the doorway of the music room of the Academy. He knew all too well that the piece was Once Upon A December.

"Someone holds me safe and warm…" The agent sang.

Mike's eyes snapped open. 'That voice, it's so familiar'. He thought and peered at the door. His thought was true. 'Rogue plays the piano! Wait. Rogue plays the piano?' he thought.

"Horses prance through the silver storm…" she continued.

He knows all too well that she is smiling. But for now, he needs to go. He's hearing footsteps coming near.

3 years later

It was the cry that sent him running to the Anti-Terrorism snack room.

"YES! YES! YES!" Rogue cried and hugged Jason tight, as watching agents applauded and whistled their congratulations. Mike had to squint to look at what was glinting on Rogue's neck.

"An engagement necklace?" He said out loud.

Rogue turned to look at Mike, and smiled. Minutes later, Jason muttered to him something that made him smile.

"Can you please be the best man?"

Just recently…

A bomb had exploded near poor Agent Mike, and a piece of shrapnel hits his chest. He was sent to the nearby infirmary, with Rogue waiting.

"Mike! Mike don't die on me! Don't die! I don't want to be left like Catherine! Please!" Rogue sobbed, tears streaming down her flushed face. With shaky hands, she presented him an injection with a red, and seemingly thick substance. She silently injected it into his bloodstream, and then walked a few steps back. He had passed out. She knew it was what her blood would do to him. Then he was back to her, back alive, and forever will be.

"You… you saved me?" he asked.

"Yes…" Rogue said.

He smiled, and she knew that he was grateful.

So. Like the little story I made. This happens in the future, the wonderful future. This book of one-shots may or may not be made solely by me (Rogue). Stay tuned, folks!

So help me Benny- It's like the "So help me God" thing that is usually said at the end of an oath.