What's in a Name?
Disclaimer: I don't have any rights to the X-Men.
„Is it Tiffany?"
„Erica!"
„Melissa!"
„No, it's certainly Adele. You look like an Adele."
„Tell us, tell us!"
Those words kept resounding in Rogue's ears. She was so tired with them all asking constantly what her real name was. With their attempts to guess it.
„Diana!"
„Catherine! It must be Catherine!"
„O.K. then"– Rogue gave her friends a mysterious look – „I will tell you. But you have to keep it secret. One hint - it's a double barrelled one..."
„Mary Jane! I knew it must be it!"
„Anna Marie."
„Wh...what?! Just an ordinary, garden variety Anna Marie? That's all? And it was that big secret?"
„Why didn't I tell them the truth?" she asked herself when she was lying in bed that evening, thinking about this day. „Why? But at least I lied for a good cause" Rogue consoled herself and smiled slightly. „Yes, it was certainly for a good cause. I couldn't, just couldn't tell them my real name is Balenciaga Ermengarde.