Disclaimer: Marvel's, not mine.
Note: This idea sorta came to me in a dream, and I had to write it before continuing on with my other story.(I love summer, so much more free time, for now anyway) It takes place in, well, for the most part 1929, but it's more complicated than that, as you will see. Rogue is Anna, and neither her, Remy, or any other X-Character I bring in has their super powers, at least in the 1929 scenes.
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The young woman ran down the sidewalk, her heels clicking. Dammit, she thought, Ah'm gonna be late! Reaching the door to the theater she flashed her ticket, quickly removing her long pea coat, revealing her pale green flapper dress. She gave a familiar smile to the usher before heading up the stairs to her balcony seat, her short bob bouncing, white tendrils falling in her face.
She reached her seat just as the curtains began to open. She waited for his presence on the stage, her heart beating wildly. He entered during scene two, his sexy demeanor wooing many in the audience, as he always did. Luckily, for her, his heart belonged to only one woman.
Anna Raven sighed. One of the stronger, more successful women her time period was beginning to offer, Anna found it strange that she let her nerves go weak for a man. But Remy LeBeau was not just any man. He was an actor who managed to keep his life shrouded in mystery, Anna being the only who he divulged in his secrets.
Anna sat back in her seat, feeling light headed suddenly. She thought perhaps, it was the height she was above the stage, but she had no fear of heights. The room began to spin rapidly, a fever rising to her forehead. She stood, heading for the bathroom, the audience around her to enraptured by her lover's performance to notice her plight. The pathway to the exit was dark, and Anna tripped, falling into a small niche that encircled the lighting booth. Before she could move to get up, a vision attacked her mind. Upon reaching the end of the dream, Anna fainted, thinking, in her last moments of consciousness that no one would find her here.
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Anna woke up, feeling like days had passed. Frantically she stood, noticing with disappointment that the theater was empty.
Remy must be worried sick about meh! Rogue thought. She had agreed to meet him after his performance to celebrate his play's opening night. Racing down the stairs, and towards the actor's private rooms behind the stage, Rogue glanced at the clock on the wall. 12:15. Knowing that their relationship was still young and flirtatious, she offhandly wondered if Remy thought he had been stood up, and had not gone in search of her. Noticing a light on in his room, she moved to open his door.
The room was big in size, at least for what was supposed to be used as a make-up and dressing room. But Remy was a famous star, and received only the most plush. He lay at the other end of his room on his black couch, one arm draped over his face. The slow, steady movements of his chest breathing up and down suggested that he was asleep. She noticed that his telephone lay a few inches from his other hand. Had he been up all night looking for her after all?
She walked quietly over to where he rested. Sorrow filled her eyes at the worried expression he wore in his sleep. She hoped it was not for her. Her hand was on it's way to reaching for his when he grabbed it tightly, his reflexes acting swiftly, he pulled her down onto the sofa, her back hitting the cushions, his body moved on top of hers, holding her hands down on either side of her. His anger melted away when he recognized her.
"Anna? Where de hell have y'been girl?" He looked frustrated, but beneath that she saw his acute worry.
"Ah got real sick halfway during your performance, so Ah headed ta the bathroom to freshen up, and Ah passed out on the way there. Ah just woke up not five minutes ago." She left out the vision she had seen, afraid of what he would think about it. His body sagged at her words. He leaned his head on her shoulder, his body crushing hers as he pulled her tightly to him.
After several seconds, he looked back up at her. "How are y'feeling now chere? Are y'still sick? Do I need t'call a doctor?
"No sugah, Ah'm fahne now." Smiling, she began to play with strands of his long, auburn locks. "But Ah missed the last part of your performance Remy, Ah'm so sorry.
"Don't worry bout dat Anna. Dat's not what I was worried about." With that he tilted his chin, moving into kiss her firmly on the lips. On letting go, Anna took in Remy's disheveled appearance, noting his partially unbuttoned white dress shirt, the tie undone, but hanging loosely around his neck. Slowly she began to unbutton his shirt, slipping the tie to the floor along the way. Leaning in again, Remy kissed her, long and slow, pushing her further down onto the sofa.
Anna forgot about her strange vision and all of its implicating frightfulness for the moment, concentrating only on the passion of that night.
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The young woman with the long, curly auburn hair floated into the air, never one to wait for the elevator. Instead, she always kept a window open to her ninth floor penthouse, knowing no burglar could ever break into a window that high off the ground, unless he too could fly. She had never given it much thought, yet as she entered her apartment, she wished she had. Nothing looked wrong upon first appearance; everything was in its place. It was the aura of the room that unnerved her. Just then, a gloved hand clamped around her mouth. The woman only smirked, easily throwing the attacker over her shoulder.
He was fast and with incredible refluxes, he landed in a graceful pose, and stood to his full height. Both red on black and emerald eyes met with unbridled astonishment. The woman could not help but admire the thief, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail, a tight black body suit adorning his lean, muscular figure. He was obviously doing the same in regards to her appearance.
Then he smirked.
"Lo' chere. Hope you don' mind, I was just takin' a look round. Apartment huntin' y'see.
And then the woman laughed. Long and hard, and if felt good, because it had been nearly a year since she had last laughed like that.
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