Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I am making no profit from this fan based work.
As she finally pulled up in front of the small one bedroom cabin, Rouge quickly shut off the engine, eagerly jumping out into the chill to get a better look at her temporary home. The snow crunched under her boots wonderfully and she kicked at a small pile of it that was beside her car door and watching as the fluffy flakes scattered in the air. So very different from the hard-packed snowbanks that lined the roads back in New York.
She laughed at that, smiling and enjoying the cool bite in the air before turning to take in the image of her new home. The lights were on inside; the owner said he was going to stop by before she got there to make sure the generator was up and running, and by the look of the smoke puffing lazily from the chimney; he'd even started a fire for her before heading out.
Before she could really enjoy the significance of that small treat though; that damn cell phone started vibrating again.
Cursing rather colorfully, she sat back in the seat so she could lean over the console and rummage through the bag, the paper starting to give and wrinkle rather nosily as she shoved things out of the way to get to the bottom.
Finally getting the damned thing out, she flipped it open without bothering to check the display; only a handful of people knew the number anyway.
Note: and so we have a third chapter.
