Hello Peeps! It's the last of day of the year and hear is my little treat to you all. Hope you all have a happy 2012 and make all of your dreams and resolutions come true!

REQUEST: I'm working on some fan art so if you find cool pictures of Rogue and/or Scott let me know please. Thanks!

Disclaimer- I do not own the X-Men characters whatsoever, but I do have some fun with'em.

You and Me Something That Could Never Be?

Gift

-X-

Time after time Rogue got asked what she wanted, either for a festivity or because of a special occasion. Yet the answer was always the same. Nothing. It wasn't that she didn't want anything. The issue was that she didn't know what she wanted, or rather, that it was unattainable for her. The common eighteen year old would ask for…

Clothes?

She already had too many.

A car?

What for? She could just borrow one from the Institute.

A trip to some exotic place?

Again with the "what for?" she already travels regularly as it is.

Then again, she was not a common eighteen year old. Heck she wasn't even common period. But that was not the issue. The fact is that even though she is a mutant, she is still a gir… a young woman, and has dreams and desires like any other. Yes, she wants to meet that special someone. Yes, she wants to marry in the future with the man of her life. Yes, she wants to have a family (but finish her career before marriage.) However, she was also very realistic. For one, she couldn't touch any one without leaving them unconscious; two, she didn't pass off as the girl next door, or the queen bee, or popular in any way, shape or form; three, no guy has ever shown interest (and players don't count). In short, she just wasn't girlfriend material. Not that she minded (much), she was getting used to the idea that of being cursed to a life of solitude, or maybe like the people that come out on TV, those old ladies with bizarre hobbies or way too many cats.

"So…" began Kitty."What are we going to do for your B-day party girl!" That girl was more excited than she was.

"Same as always." Rogue said nonchalantly.

Kitty frowned at the response, "Come on! You're gonna be nineteen for crying out loud!" the Shadowcat saw Kurt at a distance and waved for him to come, much to Rogue's distress. "Kurt, convince your sister of having a party!" she demanded.

He looked at Kitty then at Rogue, "I think that's a great idea!" he said in his peculiar accent.

"Did somebody say par-tee" came the voice of Bobby from behind. "I'm down."

While the three began organizing this "insane party" that really had nothing to do with her birthday, Rogue mumbled an excuse and left the trio. She sighed and walked towards the gardens, boy did she love them, Storm did a great job at taking care of them.

"I can forecast more killin' DR sessions in the near future." Last year, the youth at the Institute held a party that was too wild for its own good. To the point of having to rebuild part of the main entrance, Jubilee got most of her hair chopped off, Bobby almost froze everyone because he was drunk and hallucinating, to top it all off Amara threw her bra in the air… which landed on Wolverine's head. Yeah that earned them two months of good ol' cleaning the jet with a tooth brush, no powers used at all, and of course 6 hour long DR sessions. Rogue was not looking forward to that.

Rogue was admiring the flowers when she noticed a little box near a rose bush, as she got closer she realized it was addressed to her. She opened the box and it had a little golden key with a note attached to it:

Greenhouse at seven.

-x-

She wore a lavender short sleeve blouse, her signature black leather gloves, black skinny jeans and (as per request of Kitty) plum flats. She hadn't mentioned anything about the key or the note to anyone and thought it was very strange, probably a prank from someone at the institute but, since most of the youngsters were focused on getting the last touches of the party ready, she thought it probably wasn't the case. The only people that were missing were Jean and Scott who she hadn't heard from since the morning but thought they were probably on a date or something.

She somehow managed to get passed everyone at the lobby where nobody failed to congratulate her on turning nineteen, and asked her to come back so she wouldn't miss out on everything they had prepared for her. She arrived at the greenhouse and was unable to open it, thus, she decided to use the key she had found and switched the lights on as she went inside.

"Hello?" She called out but received no answer. Rogue walked cautiously into the greenhouse and saw an arrow pointing at a finger prints scanner. She took off her glove and placed her hand on the machine:

Anna Marie, " Rogue," Identification Number - 003

A circular portion of the floor, in which she was standing, began to sink down and opened up another door. There were gold and silver colored balloons on the ceiling, flowers of all sizes and colors adorning the walls, and a banner that read: Happy Birthday! The place highly resembled a dance floor - there was even slow music in the background. At the end of the room there was a person a few feet away, a man dressed in a tuxedo with his back to her, when he sensed her presence he turned around ever so slowly with a white rose in one hand and a cupcake with a candle in the other.

"Happy birthday," he said grinning from ear to ear.

She responded with a wide grin herself, something so unusual in her persona, "What is all this?" she asked.

"It's your gift," he handed her the rose, which she took and breathed in the aroma that was combined with his cologne, she would never forget the scent. "Make a wish," he whispered as he held the cupcake in front of her.

She looked at him with kind eyes, no one had ever had done this kind of thing for her, she couldn't help but feel special, "You didn't have to do this," she began, "I mean, a simple 'Happy Birthday' would've sufficed,"

"I don't think so," he said seriously, "Last year I heard you say to Kitty that you had always wanted to go to a dance but didn't have the opportunity."Actually, he heard Rogue say that no one had ever asked her to a dance, but she always wanted to attend.

She shrugged it off, "I want a lot of things," she closed her eyes, made her whish and blew out the candle.

"I'm sure," he placed the rose and cupcake on a table nearby, "Kurt also mentioned that you," he sucked in some air, "wanted to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins dance…"

She vowed to give his brother the beating of a life time after this, "I didn't…uhm…" She was too embarrassed to say anything.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I was hoping you did, actually," she saw his cheeks get a pink hue to them.

"Oh" Was he trying to imply something…

"Would you care to dance?" he asked trying to dissipate the awkwardness that was forming.

She took his hand despite from herself, "Wouldn't Jean get upset over this?" he placed a hand on her waist and took her hand in his as they move slowly to the music looking at each other.

"We're not together anymore," he said solemnly, "enough about me. Today is your day and I want you to enjoy it," he smiled sweetly at her, "besides, I hear there is this wild party waiting for you at the mansion."

She laughed softly, "I'm not looking forward to the DR sessions from last year," he nodded in agreement, "but hey, if we all get the same punishment I might as well enjoy the party, right?"

"Totally."

She wasn't sure if she was reading too much into her friend's action but she had to ask anyway, "Why are you doing this Scott?" she said barely above a whisper.

"Because I want to," he said in the same voice level as her, "You're my friend and I want you to be happy on your special day."

She rested her head on his chest, he would either back away or he would let her enjoy herself. She never expected for him to rest his head on top of hers.

"You're one heck of a friend then," she said as they danced slowly.

He thought she was special too, he had been noticing that for quite some time now. He remembered when he first met her and how different she was back then, so guarded and reserved. He knew she had felt out of place several times –he knew the feeling as well- but somehow managed to overcome it and became very good friends with everyone. They never talked much, but after that one mission together in which they met Warren, he couldn't help but see her in a different light. He knew there was more to her than what she let on, she was special and he couldn't help but be enchanted by her, something Jean had realized before he did and the reason she broke things off with him.

"What did you wish for?" he asked out of the blue.

"I don't wanna jinx it," she knew her wish wouldn't come true, but she wished for it anyway.

He didn't ask any further and continued to dance until the music died down. "Would you like to go back to the mansion now?" he asked more out of courtesy, but he really didn't want to go anywhere. Right now she was in her arms and he felt content, happy, and complete. In all honesty he never expected this kind of reaction to her, sure he was enchanted by her and liked her just fine (okay a little bit more than that) but this… he couldn't ever imagine holding anyone else so tightly and feel so darn happy about it.

'Not ever' she thought to herself. She pulled away slightly, just enough to face him directly, "Not just yet." Their eyes locked, well her eyes with his shades anyway, but she was fairly certain he was looking at her intently. "Hey do you believe in making wishes come true?" she held a mischievous glint in his eyes

He smiled conspiratorially, "I do,"

That's all she needed to hear, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and laid one on him. She kissed him softly barely placing her lips on his, but apparently he had other ideas in mind. At the risk of being in coma for the rest of his life, he pulled her even closer to him and kissed her gently in the beginning and then a little more passionately for a first kiss. When he felt the her power draining him almost to the point of passing out, he gave her one last kiss on the lips and fell to the floor with the silliest expression on his face. The tingle of the contact made Rogue burst with happiness; there was nothing that could top this.

This was by far the best birthday she ever had.

"And that sugah," she spoke in her southern accent to the man that was on the floor with a silly grin on his face, "that was my wish."

-xXx-

RogueSummers18: Why thank you, that is very kind of you. Hopefully you like the rest!

JosephineX: I appreciate the apology, but there is really no need. I mean we all have our own preferences so it's understandable, I just got ticked off at the disrespectful tone of your cousin's review.

Haha, I get you I feel annoyed at other pairs and other series so we are on the same boat.

Thank you for the explanation and for voicing your opinion I really appreciate it.

Have a great year! b^-^d