Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, Rogue or anything else in this story. I do, however, own the plot and it's twists.
"'Take a v'cation', he says. 'Cut loose', he says."
Do you really think this is the time?
"Raven, stay outta this!"
Can't.
"An' why not?!"
Everything you know, I know. And the reverse is true as well.
"…"
I'm as much a know-it-all as you.
"Fine. Sorry." Rogue shifted from sitting on the rough stone floor, gathering her thoughts; trying to remember how she wound up in this blasted cell.
Oh, that's easy. You trusted Summers.
"You're really blamin' Scott fo' this?"
Who else could be to blame? Maybe LeBeau…
"Don't start that again."
When a man puts MY daughter in danger, what am I supposed to think?
"First, I am not YOUR daughter. Second, YOU put me in more danger than Remy ever has!"
Well. If that's the way you see it, maybe I'll just leave you be.
"You're kiddin'! All I had to do was get you mad if'n I wanted you t' shut up!?"
You wanted me to stop talking? All you had to do was ask, Anna.
"If I have to piss you off again… Wait! Quiet, someone's comin'!" she added in a final whisper. Footsteps echoed down the corridor outside her cell's door.
"Who're you talking to?" asked a soft voice.
"None of yer business" Rogue replied.
"Who do you think you are talking to?"
"One'a th' bastards holdin' me captive!"
"Wrong. I'm your ticket out of here."
"Then tell me your name."
"How long have you been down here, girl? Long enough to forget me?" the voice said as a purple-pink light began to glow.