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I do not own or in anyway have rights to Marvel characters or X-Men material. This is just fan-writing about the characters' futures that I made up in my head.

Rogue looked at the tall, floor length mirror. The simple, white dress flowed down on the ground around her, and one her hands in a long, white glove reached up towards her dark brown hair that was piled up that looked beautiful and simple at the same time. The two white-blonde streaks hung down from the rest, framing her face. Her head turned away from the mirror as she looked at the other women who were in the wedding dress shop.

One of them was Ororo Munroe, Storm, who was sitting on a chair in a pale purple Maid of Honor dress. She was calmly watching the others as well. Long earrings dangled from her ears as she shifted her head, and they tinkled. A golden band around her finger symbolized her own marriage, which was to Forge.

There was also Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat, who was laughing and trying to put on a shoe that was a size to small. She was wearing the deeper, amethyst colored dress of Rogue's bridesmaids. Jubilation Lee, Jubilee, was looking in another mirror, wearing the same dress as Kitty. She had a tough look on her face and seemed to be trying to make the dress less girly. Sitting on a chair near Kitty was Alison, Magma, who was laughing at whatever joke the two were laughing at.

Storm stood up from her seat and walked over to Jubilee, looking just short of being frustrated with the other girl. Rogue looked back into the mirror and bit her lip. She looked down at her hands. The diamond on her engagement ring sparkled in the light, and Rogue slowly moved her hand back and forth and watched the patterns dance on the walls.

"Hey," Kitty said quietly. Rogue turned to look at her. Kitty was standing a little behind Rogue, on her right. She stepped forward and they both looked at the reflections in the mirror. "It's a great dress."

"Thanks," Rogue answered, smiling. Kitty smiled back and looked away from the mirror to Rogue.

"It's hard, huh? Only being able to kiss him for a few seconds before you have to stop again?"

"Yeah, Kitty. It's…it's hard. It's more like it hurts that I can't be closer to him," Rogue replied. As she said this, the door to the large changing room opened and a woman in a business suit walked in with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"I trust you are happy with your decisions?" she said, but she spoke to Storm. Storm straightened up and turned to look at the woman. Staring in the woman's eyes, she said stiffly,

"I trust that you would be asking the bride. It is her wedding. Maybe she wants to choose what she likes, and would prefer me not to make her decisions."

The woman smirked before taking a deep breath and turning to look at Rogue, the big, fake smile back. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked, not looking like she wanted to help at all.

"No, not at all. What we have now is perfect; I'll return in a few days to pick up everything," Rogue said. The woman nodded before turning away and leaving, shutting the door with a bang behind her. Kitty began taking off her shoes and Rogue walked over to Storm.

"Thanks," she started, but Storm just raised her eyebrows.

"No problem, that woman pisses me off," Storm answered, glaring at the door before walking towards her seat. Rogue smiled as Jubilee approached her.

"Girl, you better appreciate it that I love you like a sister, 'cause I'm about to electrocute this dress," she said. Rogue laughed and Jubilee smiled before starting to change. Rogue looked away for one more glance in the mirror.

I'm getting married.

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Bobby Drake leaned in closer to the mirror, fiddling with the black bow-tie around his neck. Looking satisfied with it, he pulled back and looked at the reflection. His black suit was neat and trim, and Bobby stretched his arms a little bit before turning around to see how the others were faring.

Scott Summers, his best man, was trying to put black shades in front of the red "sunglasses" he was wearing. It didn't seem to be working very well. When he noticed Bobby was looking at him, he half-smiled. Bobby hadn't seen him really smile very much since Jean…well, in awhile.

Logan, Wolverine, was swinging his arms back and forth, his tie undone around his neck and his shoes on the floor nearby. Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler, was messing around with the "watch" around his wrist. His appearance was fringed with static, switching between his usual, blue form, and his human appearance. The transformer still had a few bugs, which Beast and Professor Xavier were still working out. To the side of the room was Spike, Storm's nephew, who continued to do tricks with his skateboard.

The door swung open and the Professor wheeled in. A rude looking woman in a suit shut the door behind him. First, he approached Kurt, showing him which button he should press next. He then wheeled over towards Scott, helping him hook the black lenses over the red lenses with a small wire. When he reached Logan, Bobby watched the two look at each other, silent. He could tell that Professor X was telling him something telepathically. Professor Xavier approached Spike, and he quickly rolled the skateboard underneath one of the chairs. When he was done, the Professor came towards Bobby. He smiled.

"Hello Bobby," he said.

"Hello Professor," Bobby said, returning the smile.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, thanks."

"How do you feel?"

"Excited, nervous, happy."

"That's good, very good. Are you all done with the fitting?" Professor Xavier asked, turning to look at the others. They all nodded and he smiled. "Alright then. When you're all done, I'll meet you and the girls in front of the store."

He then commenced to wheel away towards the door. Kurt vanished in a strange cloud of black, appearing near the door. He opened the door, bowing as he did so.

"Thank you Kurt," Professor X said, and he wheeled out the door. The blue mutant shut the door carefully and turned away as he began to take off his shoes. Bobby glanced at Logan and Scott before walking towards one of the walls. Hanging there was a clipboard with a sheet on it. He handed it to Scott, saying,

"Record the sizes and the items you're wearing. Make sure to put the first initial of your name, alright? Pass it around when you're done."

As he walked back towards his pile of clothes on a chair, he heard Logan say,

"Finally. These shoes are unpractical and uncomfortable. Just for you, Bobby, I'm wearing this stupid tie."

"C'mon Logan, you haven't even worn either the entire time we've been here," Scott answered, smiling his half-smile.

"They look it."

Bobby grinned and slowly began to untie the bow-tie around his neck as he thought, I'm getting married.