No, I do not own these characters. Three parts. Rogue/?. Reviews are Yes. Flames are No.

Closing the Gaps

Rogue stepped up to the front door of the small, freshly painted home. The lawn was covered in grass, bright green and freshly cut. The path to the large blue door, matching the color of the outside and shingles, was lined with small little rose pushes, blooming with bright red flowers. There was a porch swing to the left of the door and a rocking chair to the right. Rogue sighed. He'd really done well for himself, after beginning with nothing at all. She'd expected him to forget, but after seeing those roses, she supposed not. There was only one car in the driveway, for one person living in the house, so he probably wasn't married, which gave her a large sense of comfort she hadn't expected.

She took and step back and quietly plucked a rose from one of the stems. She really had thought he'd forgotten, but he must remember. He must.

With a new found courage, she gave three steady knocks on the door. She heard a loud thump, some cursing, and then the chain being unbolted. The door opened swiftly.

"Hello?" he said, freezing upon seeing her, "You. It's been forever."

"Has it?" she asked, starring into his eyes, still a deep blue color.

"When you left, I expected you to never come back. And you didn't, I suppose, until now."

"I needed to see you. You look good," she smiled.

He grinned, "It's good to see you, too. How long has it been? Since out senior year?"

"Eight years," she sighed, "I've kept track."

"Wow, well, come on in," he let the door fall open. She followed him inside. The home was nicely furnished, tidy, and very classy. He gestured for her to sit down on a bleach white couch in the living room. He disappeared for a few minutes, returning with two glasses of soda, and sitting next to her.

"So, what have you been up to?" he asked.

"Nothing fantastic. Traveling, trying to figure out myself."

"And what's the verdict?" he asked.

"Still not sure. But I always remember feeling most myself with you. So I figured maybe finding you was the best way to see who I was. You always knew me better then I did."

"So it seemed," he said, looking at her curiously.

"And yourself? What has the great Mr. Independent been up to?" she asked.

"I own my own company, actually, nothing to do with my father though. If I can say anything, I've still done well on keeping him out. It's for the best, really."

"Yes, well, we can't all have great parents. The two of us are winners in the department of crappy parents."

"We have that in common," he pointed out.

"Among other things," Rogue smiled.

"Ah, I forgot to ask, how your gift is?" he asked.

"Still there. You're still the only man I could ever touch. Ever person. You're also the only man I've ever truly fallen for."

"Another thing in common," he whispered, leaning in, a little closer to her. She followed his suit until their lips were just hovering inches away.

"I see your gifts are still present," she said, not really caring.

"So is my heart," he whispered, closing the gap between them. Rogue was reluctant in the kiss, afraid she'd hurt him, but then the feeling of relief came, as nothing happened, and she remembered the good old days of high school.

Her good old days with Warren Worthington the Third.