An: Okay no flaming, this is some random fic, I have no clue where I plan to go with it but we'll see.
This is a mostly Rogue story in third person POV.
Pairings: Hellboy and Liz, not much if any at all detail on them.
"I'll so miss you Rogue," Katherine Pryde A.K.A. Kitty spoke as she stood at her Taxi.
It was a bit windy since it was October and it was bright outside. Leaves flew and landed along the rock road of the mansion. Rogue and the other original X-men left, stood outside saying goodbye to yet another member of X-men leaving to do something with their life.
"Dido," Rogue said with a smile.
Kitty smiled and walked towards Rogue and gave her an awkward hug. Rogue smiled and awkwardly hugged back. She watched as the few of them left said their goodbyes. Rogue was the only one left now. All the other original x-men (no not the grown ups) had gone off to do something with their lives and she planned to do just the same. Sure police work was an okay job...if you liked being used, but the money was good, even though they used her for her powers and nothing else.
"You should be next," Logan's gruff voice boomed in her ears bringing her out of her thoughts.
She rolled her eyes and went to check the mail. She liked Bayville sure but she didn't want to stay here all her life. She walked listening around hearing the wind blow the leaves across the ground and her own foot steps in the rock road. She knew Logan never truly expected her to actually leave this place and she couldn't see herself actually doing it here as well but she wanted to. She opened the grey painted mailbox; the paint chipped revealing the red rust underneath. She grabbed the metal handle and opened the box and it revealed lots of mail magazines, letters, and post cards. She walked back towards the mansions doors and it was left opened by Logan. She walked inside the temperature changing drastically and closed the door behind her with her foot.
"Tracey Jamie, Ororo, Ororo again, Rahne, Ray, Rahne again, Logan, Tracey again," Rogue's southern voice said handing out to the waiting students already there in front of her.
She held a single letter now and she raised an eyebrow," Who's is that?" Logan asked.
She shook her head in disbelief," Mine."
Logan held his magazine and walked away. Rogue went to her room quickly, which was now her own, and opened the letter from...Waste Management. She was comfortable on her small messy bed and she made sure no one was around and read it softly to herself.
"Dear the one known as Rogue, we would like it if you showed no one this letter and tell no one as well," She smiled," Not a problem." She read it again her voice and accent changing the natural words of the letter," You've been picked to work with us...the pay is good and if you are interested show up at Waste Management in Newark, New Jersey...believe me when ah say we aren't really what we say we are."
She scratched her head. She shouldn't go should she? The letter's information was limited and the letter was way too mysterious. Who would send a letter to her? How did they even know about her?
She scratched her head again and sighed," All the questions but no answers." She lay on her bed.
She wanted to do something else other than be trapped in this mansion, maybe this was the way to go. Although it seemed wrong how the letter simply popped out of nowhere she couldn't help but be curious. She stood up in the large that was once so small with four beds but now it only held one. It smelt of leather since it was what a majority of the wear was made of. It was the only thing that was fashionable, cheap, easy to wash, soundless, and skin tight but thin enough to feel the slightest detail. She walked towards the rooms closet that seemed so empty compared to the stuff that used to be in there when she still had roommates. She slowly began to pack her little bit of things and she tried to think of more reasons not to go than to go. None came to mind and when she finished packing only two suitcases full and she scratched her head.
"What am ah doin'?" she asked herself.
She shrugged and left her room in large steps and went to the bathroom. She stopped at the door seeing if the light was on, maybe someone was in there. She looked at the letter still in her hand, she hadn't finished reading it.
"If y'are however interested be there on Friday at five sharp in the afternoon...well be waiting." She laughed at how they almost knew she may actually be going. "Friday? Wait, that's soon."
She decided she did want to go and if it wasn't for her she'd simply come back. She opened the door seeing no light and grabbed her last items needed on her trip...toothpaste and a toothbrush. She grabbed them quickly and headed towards the kitchen for a plastic bag to put them in. She groaned guessing she was probably going even though it was a trap.
Is Magneto still after me? What if he made another machine? Hold it no one evil ever does the same thing twice...it's like some unwritten rule right? She tried to stick to that thought but then another popped in her head There's a first time for everything.
She groaned as she entered the kitchen seeing all the adults there. She froze under their gazes that come upon her entrance and when they didn't look away she gulped," What?"
Jean, who was leaning on the wooden chair that Scott was sitting on, raised an eyebrow. Scott, who was looking at some papers sitting beside the professor, cleared his throat. Ororo, who was sitting between Kurt and Logan on the seating bench for more than a few people, didn't even look up while Kurt and Logan seemed to be playing...scrabble. Rogue laughed despite the glare Logan threw her way and then finally someone actually spoke.
"Rogue do you have something to tell us?" he said his hands folded neatly on the blanket he always used to cover his legs.
Rogue raised an eyebrow having totally forget what she had some here to do. She brought her hand up to scratch her head but something poked her near her eye and when she looked at what was in her hand she saw a toothbrush and toothpaste along with a crumbled piece of paper. Then it came to her she came for a plastic bag.
"Oh," she blushed and giggled," Plastic baggie." She walked her high heel shoes the only sound echoing in the room.
She opened the drawer and held it up with her knee and grabbed a single zip lock bag and put her stuff in it...well all but the letter. "Mind telling' us why?" Logan asked.
"Uh ah want t' leave...tomorrow for a job," she felt so stupid saying it now.
"Doing?" Logan urged.
"Not sure but ah'll come back if ah don't like it," she said.
The look on Logan's face scared her. She knew he always thought she wasn't serious enough to handle life and also that she was just to childish and in all truth she wasn't sure he was wrong. She always seemed to disappoint him and maybe she could do just the opposite by going to this...job offer.
"Why so soon," Scott asked.
"It's in New Jersey and ah have t' be there by Friday and if ah leave tomorrow, Wednesday, ah'll be there in two day, one if ah drive non-stop." She said.
"I take it you did your research to have figured that out," Jean said.
"No ah simply hitched hiked enough to know stuff involving traveling," she said and Logan got a look on his face that she couldn't make out.
"Fine you want someone to wake you in the morning?" Xavier asked.
"Sure if ah don't wake up by noon," she said and turned to put her bag in her suit case. She walked slowly in no rush since it was barely even dinner time. She walked up each step thinking of all the things this secret job could be and she moved aside as a few people ran past laughing and yelping obviously playing a game. She smiled at how happy they were and she reached her room and zipped her suitcase close as soon as she put her stuff in. She couldn't tell if she was excited, nervous, or scared to be going. She turned on her TV a flipped through the channels looking for something to watch, but there was nothing she hadn't seen at least more than a few times on. There was a knock at her door and then it opened.
"Sure you want to go?" Logan's voice came from the far end of the room.
She pretended to be into whatever was on TV," Yeah ah might as well check."
"You want me to take you? You know to keep you company on the way there." He said sincerely.
She turned to look at him," And who's gonna keep you company on the way back?"
He looked at her," Ah don't need anyone."
"And ah can't always have someone by my side... you won't always be there y'know," her tone had turned more stern.
"By the way I age you never know," he said with a laugh.
"That's not what ah meant," Rogue looked, almost glared, at him.
He looked at her," Then what did you mean?" he asked unsure about the meaning of her words.
She looked at him smirking inside. He'd only been back a day or so...he came back only because he heard Jean was alive and not dead. She was almost positive that if she was really dead he wouldn't have come back unless it was for more answers about his unknown past. He'd not yet found out about her incident with a fellow student, the one named Carol Danvers. She'd permanently absorbed the girl, killing her. She was almost sure that Logan wouldn't find out either, no one would tell, no one spoke of it. At least not for a while, sooner or later it was bound to slip out someone's mouth.
"Nothing it's the time of the month," it was a lie.
"No it's not," he said with a growl.
She cursed herself for forgetting that he had super senses and she rolled over," Nothing."
He left confused and frustrated and she slept. She held off the nightmares of her psyches and struggled to have a dreamless sleep...the only type of sleep that was bearable. When she did finally wake it was early morning and still dark out. Stretching her limbs she dressed and hurried to grab her stuff and she flew down the steps as not to make a sound. She opened the garage and drove away without closing it. She knew the goodbye between her and the x-men would be too awkward so she decided not to say goodbye. She'd write ASAP and visit so they'll get over it. She drove knowing exactly where she was going since she had a navigation system in her car. She paid no mind to the scenery around her having been too excited about this whole thing. The ride was smooth and she drove paying attention to only the road, the navigation system in the car, and other cars. It was cold out so she didn't feel at all odd with all her skin covered.
End of chapter one R/R Plz