A quick one off I decided to write after reading that Rogue's only scene was cut from the latest Woverine- I mean X-Men movie. Scott Summers consoles Rogue after her only scene is booted from the latest X-Men movie.

Scott Summers looked up from his scotch as he heard the familiar, angry sound of car tires skidding to a stop on the gravel surface in front of the bar. The slamming of a car door and the muffled cursing of a female voice with a distinct southern twang had him smiling. The door to the small dive bar, just down the road from the mansion slammed open, and his grin spread wider. Without looking, his long leg hooked the bar stool to his left and pulled it out for the new arrival.

"Can you believe this shit!" She exclaimed as she stormed into the bar. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, but she quickly found the proffered seat and clamored over, mumbling and grunting the entire way, grumbling even as she settled in next to the bespectacled man.

"Long Island for the lady, Phil." Scott upnodded to the man behind the bar.

Rogue blinked. "You know my drink?"

"I know a lot of things, Marie. That's why I'm in charge! Or was." His smile was a weak one, the smile of a man who had lost many things, yet kept on going.
The Rogue faltered. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, I forget. . ."

Scott smiled, the weak smile of a man who's been through the wringer. "Hey, at least you're still alive!"

Rogue offered her own weak smile in response. "Sorry. I keep forgetting."

Scott leans over and nudged her with his shoulder, grinning the grin of a condemned man. "Gotta make more room for the man!"

Marie rolls her eyes. "Guh! Don't remind me! You'd think people would be sick of him by now! I know he saved my life and all, but really, does he need to be the focal point of every single movie?"

"Hey!" He grinned. "You're one to talk! Because of these movies, an entire generation thinks my fiancé is some sorta slut hussy that can't keep her legs closed in the presence of an animal! Did you know that some of them actually think that they're the 'canon' pairing?" His grin was that of a mad man.

"All right! But to be fair, those same clowns seem to think that I can't manage on my own without his fuzzy ass in my immediate vicinity. You wanna talk about canon!"

They couldn't contain their mirth, and both of them broke out in laughter.

"Barring the circumstances, I'm glad you showed up, Rogue! I could definitely use the company. And the laugh!"

Marie smiled. "Glad to help." Her drink had arrived. She grabbed it and held it up for a salute. "Hey! To better times! And less exposure!" She giggled.

Scott gave her the once over, his intentions well hidden behind his glasses (or so he thought), and smiled. "You know what? To non-canon relationships!" He slammed his glass into hers and downed his drink. He was caught by surprise as Rogue pressed up against him and whispered in his ear.

"Canon relationships be damned!"