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Author's Note: Ok, sorry for the super late update, I really wasn't intending to continue with any of these stories, however, sudden inspiration hit me. And I'd like to think Ultimategammy21 for that sudden inspiration to write. So, this one's for you.
"Clean up on aisle four"
It was going to be a long day for Ororo Munroe. She knew as soon as she had decided to sleep in that she was going to need those few extra hours. The result; she was now speeding her way around the Supermarket picking up the last few things she needed for the dinner party she was hosting that night. Lucky for her the place was almost empty with only a few members of staff and one or two shoppers about.
However, it didn't help that her husband had decided to go into work to do some overtime. Meaning that she was also left to look after the kids as well, who were, as is natural for young children, running around generally causing a riot.
"Mom, mom, mom, mom!" screamed one of the three running towards her carrying varying degrees of Sugared snacks.
"Now I told you this before we left the house. No, Sweets. Now put them back."
They threw them in the cart. And ran.
She counted to ten, trying to quench the impulse to ran after them and strangle their tiny little necks. Once upon a time, she would have had no quarrels with this, but these were her children, not a target.
"Kids, huh?" said one of the supermarket workers beside her.
"Yes." she said forcing a smile on her face and glancing at the idiot who was making the obvious statement, before moving on.
It took her ten minutes before she found them again, although she had to admit to herself she wasn't really trying that hard to find them, using the extra time to pick up the last couple of things she needed.
They were swarming around the toys, picking one thing up only to drop it the next for something clearly more exciting and not surprisingly more expensive. She had to physically drag them away and only finally managed to convince them to leave when she said they could sit in the cart.
There was just one more thing to get, but of course, was the vital part of the dinner, the Roast Ham. She stepped up to the counter only to find that the usual server had been replaced.
A second glance told her that it was the same supermarket worker that had made the ridiculous statement earlier.
The Third glance made all the colour drain from her face.
"What'll it be sugah?"
The logical thought was to play it cool, and discreetly reach for the handbag that held one of her most prized possessions.
However she was a mother now, so her first instinct was to push the cart that held her three children as far away from the woman at the counter as possible.
Her second instinct move was to leap over the counter at the other woman, praying that she could knock the knife out of her hand before it found her gut.
"Now that's not playin' fair now is it," said the southern woman, "ah mean, how do ah know ya don have some concealed items on yer person."
"Would it ease you to know that I gave it up." she said, cursing herself for putting on a skirt this morning therefore restricting her movement.
"Oh Ororo, ah think you and ah both know that ya don' ever give this up."
They were circling each other both weapon less and looking to change that.
"Well I have. I've moved on."
"Yes ah see, they seem lahke lovely kids. Yer very lucky ta have them."
"Rogue I had know idea what Erik was planning. I never knew that there was a child-"
"Save it. Ah know ya wouldn't hurt a child. But that aint the only thing ya took that day."
She had known that this would eventually happen. It was inevitable. She'd had nightmares about it, always resulting in the same way.
"I had to do
it-"
"Ya didn't have ta do anything. Ya could have
let meh go, ya could have let me save him."
"And then what, have Erik turn on me? Hunt me down for the rest of my life? No Rogue, I'll just leave that to you."
"HE WAS YER FRIEND!" she screamed running at the white haired woman, knocking her to the floor and showering her face in punches which Ororo attempted to block, "HE WAS YER FRIEND AND YA LET THEM KILL HIM! YER NOTHING BUT A BACK-STABBIN TRAITOR!"
"The same could be said for you Rogue," Ororo said throwing the other woman off her, "You abandoned us too. For your so called 'better life'. Yes, he was my friend, but he threw that back in my face when he disappeared with you."
"Ah knew ya liked him more than ya let on." said Rogue, "ya would've rather have seen him dead than with another woman!"
Ororo picked up the meat hook that was lying on the shelf and threw it at Rogue who narrowly avoided it.
"What, are ya too afraid ta use yer powers ya gotta be throwin these useless things at meh?"
"You know as well
as I do that mutants are outlawed now. They have devices that track
you down when you use your powers, it would be suicidal."
"Oh
so is Erik not offerin ya protection no more?"
"I told you
Rogue, I got out of that game. I paid my debt."
"S'funny, ah had no debt ta pay an ah'm the one that gets hunted down and their life snatched away from them, an ya get ta walk away."
"I've changed Rogue, I have a real life now. And now, you are going to take that away from me?"
It struck a chord. She could see the sadness and the realisation spreading across the other woman's face.
"Are ya pleadin' fer yer life Ororo Munroe?" she said barely above a whisper.
"Yes." she said moving towards her, "Rogue, I know that I wont win against you, but please, my children are out there, waiting for their mother to come back. If I could go back and change things Rogue, I would. But I cant. Your child is dead. The man you…the man we loved, his dead. I've moved on, and so can you.
There were tears running down the southern woman's face as Ororo discreetly reached for meat cleaver that was nearby.
"Jus', jus'
answer meh one thing."
"Anything."
"Where are the rest of them?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Well," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes with her bare hand, "it don' matter, ah'll find out anyway."
Rogue grabbed the hand that held the meat cleaver as it came swinging towards her and began to force it back to its holder, at the same time reaching out with her hand and taking all the information and power she needed.
The white haired woman fell to the floor, the last bit of life drained out of her.
Rogue could hear the sirens coming as she walked out the Supermarket pushing the cart that contained the three kids towards the parking lot.
"Now girls, ah'm afraid that yer mama isn't gonna be comin back. But, lucky fer ya ah'm in a good mood so ya'll get ta live. So, ah'll jus leave ya'll here, an don' worry ah've sent a message ta yer papa, so he gonna be pickin ya up. So if ya don't mind ah got a flight ta Japan ta catch"
She was about to walk away when she turned round and looked at them, "If at all ya feel that what I done aint right feel free ta track meh down an we'll fight out."
