Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I am making no profit from this fan based work.
"What? In god's name -what? What is so damn important?" She snapped into the microphone as she carefully grabbed at the bags, trying to drag them over the console without splitting them. She let out another blasphemy when the top of one ripped halfway to her. "Well? "
"Rogue? It's Jean."Her voice was about as static-y and distant as the radio had been, but she could still hear the edge of worry in the woman's tone, and it made her give a heavy sigh."We want you to come home."
"Not a chance. I'm going to relax this time, and there's nothing you can do about it. " She stated rather petulantly, scooting out of the seat rear end first and hoisting the bags up onto her hips before kicking the door closed and trudging her way though the snowy yard up toward the porch.
"You can relax here, please just come home for Christmas; we don't want you to be alone. " For a moment she almost felt a twinge of guilt for leaving so abruptly after the last mission, and she'd never meant to worry the pregnant woman, but she just needed some time to be herself. To be Marie once, instead of just Rogue.
And as she carefully climbed the icy boards toward the green trimmed door, she replied.
Note: at this point I'm pretty much posting this just to get it off my hard drive.