Note: First of all thanks for the reviews and keep on reviewing! And second of all…..a really very big SORRY for not updating sooner. Unbelievingly, it wasn't the writer's block this time. It was loads of good ideas for this wish! Oh and school too of course. Sadly, I had to choose and write one of the ideas……hope you…err…like it? Lol.
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Rogue wanted to get up. But her body refused. The bed was just too comfortable. Her hand lazily moved to pat the bed, just to check if Scott was there. She frowned when her hand grazed against something small and furry. She cracked one eye open and sighed with relief when she saw what it was.
A teddy bear.
Oh now she remembered. She didn't wish for Scott. She wished for a family. "Mmm…." She murmured in ecstasy and snuggled the bear against herself. She felt exhaustion overwhelm her, probably because of the whole Titanic episode. She soon felt herself falling asleep.
A hand began shaking her lightly. "Mmm…Kitty, stop it….." Rogue mumbled in her sleep. "Let me sleep…..."
Now she was being tickled.
Rogue giggled but was annoyed by this gesture. "Hey! Stop it! What's the deal?"
"The deal is for you to wake up young lady….." a voice said, followed by a light kiss on Rogue's cheek.
Rogue, startled by the unfamiliar voice and the kiss, fell off her bed along with the blankets.
"Oh no! Are you alright?"
"No..." Rogue groaned, trying to figure out to which of the girls the voice belonged to so she can extract her revenge.
"C'mon," Whoever it was took a hold of her and pulled her up into a sitting position. "Walk it off."
"Ah'd rather sleep it off," Rogue grumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"Hmm…stubborn as your father."
Rogue's eyes flew open. "Mah……w-what……" She was too shocked to even gasp at the person infront of her. It was almost like staring at one's own reflection.
The same emerald green eyes gazed back at her. Auburn hair tainted with faint traces of white. Not to mention the cut in the chin which Bobby loved to call butt-chin. She wasn't an exact copy of Rogue. She was more beautiful, taller, her hair-longer and permed.
Any doubt or suspicion refused to enter Rogue's head. Couldn't wasn't thinkable. It had to be her. This had to be her mother.
"What is it? Are you alright?" She asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Rogue tried to speak but nothing came out. There were so many questions swirling in her head at the moment that her tongue refused to communicate anything.
"C'mon say something Rogue. You're scaring me." Her voice was full of distress.
What could she say to someone who disappeared when she was born and now stood before her, acting like everything was normal? After two attempts, Rogue managed to nod her head. But she couldn't tear her eyes away.
She received a cynical look. "Sweetie, if my hair looks so bad, I'll get it fixed in a second."
Rogue reluctantly shook her head.
"So it looks fine?"
Rogue quickly nodded.
"And you're absolutely sure you're alright?" She inquired, gently brushing away Rogue's hair from her forehead.
Rogue hesitantly nodded.
She still looked unconvinced and placed her palm over Rogue's forehead. "Hmm……ok…." She gave Rogue a quick warm hug. "Now get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. And for everybody's sakes clean your room." She affectionately patted Rogue's head before leaving.
Rogue stayed on the floor in a daze.She slowly wrapped her arms around herself, still tingling from her mother's embrace. Reaching out for her face, she wiped the tear that had trickled down her cheek. A happy smile formed on her lips and she slowly pulled herself up on her feet, only to get tripped and fall down face-flat.
"Ow……" She moaned and carefully stood up. "Whoa!" She cried when she felt herself losing her balance again. She quickly grabbed unto the dresser. It was weird….Why was she having trouble standing up? "Ok…Steady……" She cautiously let go and sighed with relief when she didn't fall. "Hmm….Legs must've fallen asleep—Aww…man!" She exclaimed on catching her reflection in the mirror.
Her hair was sticking almost straight up, probably from the static in her blanket. "C'mon…." She groaned trying to smooth it down. "Huh?" A movement from the window next door caught her attention.
Scott Summers pulled on a t-shirt and ran a comb through his hair before he looked back into the mirror. Rogue felt her cheeks go red, as her eyes had lingered on his back. She peeled her eyes away when she heard a commotion beside her.
Rogue narrowed her eyes at the neighboring girl. It looked like Jean…no….it was Jean's sister, gazing through a pair of binoculars.
"Sara!" A woman's voice shouted from below.
"I'll be down in a second Mom!" She yelled back, not bothering to move from her position. "I'm brushing my hair!"
"Sara!"
"I'm doing my homework I'll be down in a second!" She practically screamed. "Hey! Give that back Jean!"
"Homework? Huh, Sara?" This time it was Jean, looking through the binoculars. "Does this concern physical examination of the male body?"
"Dad!" Sara called to the man reading the newspaper below on the lawn. She tried to pull the binoculars out of Jean's grasp. "Dad!"
"Ask your mother," was Jonathan Grey's reply as he turned to the next page.
"Aren't you girls a little too mature for this?" Elaine Grey asked, glaring up at her daughters. "And you complained about Duncan spying on you."
"Mom!" They cried indignantly and quickly disappeared inside.
Elaine caught Rogue staring and waved at her.
Rogue gave a polite smile and hesitantly waved back. Right now, she kind of felt glad she didn't have a sibling. Or maybe she did, but there was no disturbance here so it had to mean she was the only child.
Rogue ducked inside herself when Scott walked upto the window and poked his head out, obviously having heard the bickering of Jean and Sara. She sighed sadly, realizing something. "Looks like you're not mine here….." But the Devil wasn't to be blamed. She made a different wish. "Oh well…"
Not bothering to change out of her pajamas, Rogue walked out of the room, eager to see both her parents and mentally told herself not to bombard them with many questions. She smiled, stroking the banister. "Mah stairs and mah home…."
After a little tour of her home, Rogue casually strolled into the kitchen. "Hi," she greeted with a smile and took a seat.
"Good morning…." Her mother raised her eyebrow as she set down the plates. "You look happy. What's the occasion?"
"Uh….Nothin," Rogue lied, the smile never leaving her face. "Just…usual stuff….Hey…." She suddenly noticed something and frowned. "Your hair…it's straight…..?"
She rolled her eyes. "Your father apparently got frightened when I woke him up."
"Really?" Rogue giggled, imagining the scene. "Oh A-Ah'm sorry."
"Well that's one way of dragging him out of bed." She looked up at the ceiling and huffed. "And apparently it didn't work. It takes thrice the time to get him out of bed compared to you."
Rogue grinned. So that's where she got that habit from. She was really going to enjoy herself here. "Mmm…" she murmured at the wonderful smell of pancakes. She was about to help herself to some when—
"Rogue….aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh Ah'm sorry," Rogue quickly apologized. "Err….Thank you, for this wonderful breakfast," she said sincerely.
Rogue felt arms wrapping around her followed by a kiss on her forehead. She smiled and returned the embrace.
"That's nice to hear. But we're waiting for your father."
Rogue blushed and abruptly pulled back. "Oh."
She laughed. "It's alright Rogue."
"Umm…" Rogue shifted nervously as questions arose in her head. "Don't Ah have a real name?"
"Anna-Marie ofcourse. I'm sorry." She chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't understand why your father loves the name Rogue. Unfortunately I've grown used to it as well."
"Oh," Rogue uttered. Well that made sense. "Ah got used ta it too," she said. 'Now what else should Ah ask? Oh yeah…..' She turned to her mother. "Umm…Mom?" It felt so strange saying that. She hadn't called anyone 'Mom' since…..ever.
"Yes Anna?"
"Uh…this may sound kind of weird…." 'Not to mention stupid,' Rogue thought. "How do you spell your name?"
She only received a perplexed look. "What?"
"Err…." Rogue nervously chuckled. "You know…uh…your name. H-How do you spel—"
The door bell interrupted her.
Rogue sighed. "Ah'll go get it."
"If it's one of those annoying salesmen, you know what to do…."
Rogue frowned at her mother. Actually she didn't know what to do. Nevertheless, she got up to answer the door. "Ow!" She cried upon hitting her wrist on the door. She finally managed to pull it open.
A small girl, Rogue recognized as one of the Morlocks Torpid, stood with a cookie box in her hands….normal hands. "Oh. Hey kid."
Torpid gazed at her, her small eyes huge.
"You want me ta buy cookies right?" Rogue asked with a smile.
Torpid suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream, dropped the box and ran off in terror.
Rogue just stared away in confusion. She looked behind her back, believing something inside scared her, but there was no one. "Oh well….." She picked up the cookie box. "Free cookies."
"Who was that hon?" Her mother asked when she returned.
"Just some kid," Rogue replied, opening the box and pulling out a cookie. "Want some?" She offered as she nibbled on one.
"Of course….."Her mothertook the box.
Rogue watched in awe as she finished the whole box.
"Oh no. There goes my diet," she fretted, handing the box back to Rogue. "And our breakfast."
Rogue grinned. No doubt. This definitely was her Mom. "Don't worry Ah have room for your breakfast."
Her mother irritatingly looked up at the ceiling. "If I didn't love him so much I would let him sleep forever."
The doorbell rang again. And again and again…..
"You're more than welcome to teach whoever it is a lesson," her Mom said.
Rogue growled. She was going to kill whoever it was. "Alright! Ah'm comin!" In her haste, she again hit her wrist on the door-way. "Oof!" She flung the door open. "What's the big idea…you….." She trailed off.
Red-on-black eyes met hers. Strangely, they gazed at her in horror before softening.
"You're alive…..?" Rogue accidentally let her tongue slip. "Oops!" She realized her error. "Nevermind. What do you want?"
"Uh….." He blinked many times before rubbing his eyes. "Bonjour….err….kitty….." Remy began, putting his hands up. "Remy means no harm, just wants to talk to your owner…uh..de man of de house. Do you understand dat kitty?"
"Kitty?" Rogue stared at him. "Why the hell are you callin me Kitty? Mah name is Rog—Anna."
"Oh….." Remy chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously. "So you be de…err…lovely Anna. It's nice meetin you. Your father goes on and on about his…pretty little daughter."
"Really?" Rogue felt happy to hear that.
"Oui. He always keeps a picture of you and your mere. He tinks you're very special," Remy said as his eyes surveyed Rogue once more. "Didn't realize how special you really were….till now….."
Rogue smiled happily. Her Dad sounded great. She couldn't wait to meet him.
"You're……different dan all de other filles Remy met. Really….different, chere."
Rogue just raised her eyebrow. "Well…uh…thanks—"
"LeBeau….." He reached out and took her hand in his. "Remy LeBeau." He placed a quick kiss on her blue and furry hand.
Rogue's eyes widened in horror. Blue and furry hand?
"Mmm…So soft fur…" Remy murmured, feeling her hand with his lips. "Just like Remy's cat….."
Rogue, who was hyperventilating, finally let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"What? What is it chere?" Remy asked as Rogue frantically touched herself.
"W-What am Ah? W-What ahm Ah!" She cried hysterically, touching her face.
"A pretty blue fuzzy girl?" Remy suggested. When he stepped inside, Rogue suddenly yelped. "Oh. Sorry…chere…" He apologized when he saw what he had stomped on. He took a hold of it. "Hmm…Nice tail….." He remarked, touching the spade tip of her tail.
"That hurt!" Rogue snapped at him, pulling her tail away from his grasp. "Oh no…." She whimpered, holding her tail. "A-Ah have a tail……Oh Gawd Ah have a tail…."
"Don't worry kitty-Rogue…" Remy started massaging the area under chin. "Dis will make everythin better…."
"Mmm….yeah…" Rogue moaned closing her eyes while her tail slowly moved back and forth. Her eyes snapped open and she glared at him. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Remy asked pretending to be naïve before grinning. "Oh. You mean dis?" He again started massaging her fur.
"Mmm…yeah…" Rogue purred before pushing him back angrily. "Ugh! Stop that!" Her tail instinctively slapped Remy in the face.
"Ow!" Remy put a hand over his cheek. "Ok…I'm sorry." He put his hands up. "Now can Remy see your Papa?"
"W-Who is mah….f-father?" Rogue dreaded. Or rather what was her father? Why didn't she notice before that she was…whatever she was? She was feeling different butbelieved it was nothing.
Before Remy could answer, a sound of a dish breaking came from the kitchen.
Rogue fearfully moved towards the kitchen not even bothering to stop Remy who seemed fascinated by her tail and was attempting to grab it again. "Hold still chere…."
"Victor!" Her mother's voice shouted angrily "How many times should I tell you not to sneak behind my—" Her words were suddenly muffled by something.
Rogue tentatively peeked into the kitchen. She was met with the most horrifying sight.
Her lovely mother was locked in a passionate kiss with Victor Creed, better known as Sabertooth. Even though his long blond hair was brushed back and neatly tied, and he wore pressed clothes and was cleanly shaven, he was still Sabertooth!
Rogue clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.
"Chere, you sure dat's your Mom?" Remy asked peering, over Rogue's shoulder. "Dat looks more like your—Uh….c-chere?"
Rogue really wasn't sure anymore. How could appearances be so—
She blinked, suddenly realizing something.
"C-Chere…..?" Remy moaned softly. "Mmm….c-chere?"
"Mystique….." Rogue uttered, putting a hand over her mouth in shock. No wonder she changed her hairstyle in less than a second. "Oh mah Gawd…." She had hugged Mystique and even called her Mom! God, she was going to murder the Devil!
"Mon Dieu! Chere!"
"What?" Rogue asked faintly, feeling an urge to scream her head off.
"D-Dieu….." Remy was leaning against the wall, panting hard. "Y-You m-mind gettin your tail out of Remy's pants?"
"What? Eww!" Rogue cried out in disgust and hurriedly pulled it out. She stared at her tail in revulsion. "Eww! Where's the bathroom?"
A/N: o.0 Uh……hi everybody…..Err….how are you? Well review! And wish suggestions are always welcome. They give me freaky ideas like this one ;-) Hehe…..