Note: Wow……21 reviews. I'm utterly shocked. This must be the second time I received so many reviews. Thanks guys! Oh and sorry for the late update. Writer's block and constant power failures are the main reasons. Oh and just to let you all know the 'not responding to reviews' rule isn't real. So rejoice!
Mark C: That concept, kind of has been done many times. I just want something different. Choice of words in the wish is right.
sebastian1: Involving Freddy would make this a crossover fic and since this isn't a crossover, a brief cameo is all I could come up with in the future.
evosmylife: Hmm…I wouldn't say that…..
aprun: Hit me with a bat. I think I deserve it for updating after so long.
Raniatlw: Lol, not soon, but something's better than nothing I guess.
ishandahalf: Sorry I wasn't as quick like a bunny on crack, lol. But here's an update.
Swamp Rat's chere: Graydon isn't a character in the Evo verse and since Rogue took Kurt's place, he doesn't exist in this universe.
Beauty818: Now school is over and college is about to start. I'm getting a bad feeling I may have to give up writing fics since I'll be doing a job as well. Anyways, I'm glad you liked the previous chappie. Hope you like this one too.
kyo-kitty: Well if I woke up to find myself blue an d furry, I would be shocked as hell too, lol.
Sweety8587: Wow…lol. The second wish was about a similar idea.
NctrnlBst: Thanks for understanding. Nowadays, avoiding real life stuff is getting harder.
Nikki Greenleaf: First of all, welcome! Lol, you really like disturbing fics, don't you?
yaya bitchy fish: I'm glad you found the fic again.
wntyrsprm: I understood what you said about the wish part, but the part about my writing…err…quite didn't get it.
Clocks: Thanks. You'll see more tail action. Lol, I really can't comment on what the Devil thinks of Remy.
Roguechere, Michellesdaughter, Selene, Tiny, N°1 fan, Dru: Here's the update! Enjoy!
Rogue was on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth. She had been in this state ever since she rushed in to clean her tail after she discovered it slithering inside—What was his name again? Dummy? No it was Remy—Remy's pants.
Rogue knew why Kurt was blue, but couldn't understand why he was furry. But now, she learned about the 'furry' part as well and she really wished she hadn't.
Right now, what baffled Rogue more than anything was why 'she' was blue and furry. How the hell did she end up being the daughter of two psychotic mutants? She did say 'real' parents when she made the wish, didn't she?
Rogue struggled to remember, but her mind was too traumatized to do anything right now.
"Rogue? Rogue, are you ok?" Her 'mother's' concerned voice asked, followed by a knock on the door.
'Ah just discovered Ah'm the daughter of a bloodthirsty psycho killer and a crazy blue shape-shifting terrorist. Ah have blue fur in places where hair growth isn't even possible—Oh and Ah have a tail that seems to have a mind of its own so…..of course Ah'm not ok!' She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Rogue?" Mystique or Raven was getting 'worried.' "Anna?"
"A-Ah'm f-fine!" Rogue finally responded, her voice coming shaky. 'O-Ok…A-Ah have ta get out of here, find the planner and kill the Devil.' The plan sounded simple, but she was afraid of running into her dear father, Sabertooth. Even if the things Remy said about him being a loving and caring father were true, she still wasn't up to facing him.
"Meow," Rogue looked up to see a cat pounce in through the small window. It meowed again before it changed into Mystique, the original blue Mystique.
'Oh crap!' Rogue thought and quickly got on her feet.
"Rogue? What happened?" She asked hastily, rushing over to her. Dread and worry covered her blue face as she inspected Rogue all over.
Rogue pulled away from her. "N-Nothin'. Ah'm fine," she said, slightly surprised by Mystique's concern over her well-being.
Raven obviously didn't believe her. Finding Rogue physically fine, she guessed the next thing that came to her mind. "Did…..did Remy say something about how you look? If he did then—"
"No! He said nothin'," Rogue assured, trying to think up of an excuse. "Ah…Ah was feelin' a little queasy. Must've been somethin' in the cookies the kid left," she lied, finally realizing why Torpid had ran away screaming after seeing her. "Ah think Ah'll go up ta mah room and rest."
The concerned expression never left Mystique's face. "Alright."
Immediately, Rogue rushed out of the guest room's bathroom and ran inside her room, quickly shutting the door behind. "Okay, where are you?" she muttered as she began combing her room for the planner. "Where the heck are you?"
Well one thing was good. Her tail was being helpful in the search. It was like having a third hand.
"Hmm…what's this?" Rogue moved the object her tail had coiled in its grasp close to her face. "Oh…." She moaned miserably at the picture—A picture of a family, consisting of her 'parents' and herself, smiling at the camera. Both she and Raven were in their normal appearances here. "Ah think Ah'm goin' ta be sick……"
The next picture frame that Rogue's eyes incidentally fell upon was similar to the one her tail was holding. The only difference was Raven and Rogue. They both were blue-skinned, with the exception of Rogue, who was furry as well, plus had a tail. "This is so so wrong!" She tossed the pictures behind her bed and resumed her search.
After what seemed like two hours, Rogue gave up and collapsed on her bed, exhausted. But she was more frightened and shocked on not being able to find the planner.
Knock knock
Rogue quickly ducked under the blankets at the sound. It probably was Mystique wanting to check up on her.
"Can I come in—Mon Dieu!"
Rogue frowned. Mystique didn't have a Cajun accent. She tentatively peeked from under the covers and found a shocked Remy, frantically looking around the room. His gaze finally fell upon her.
"Chère ……what did y' do?" He asked incredulously. "Remy just cleaned dis room!"
"You cleaned mah room?" Rogue asked confused before a light bulb switched on above her head.
"Oui. And it took me an hour—What are y' doin'?" Remy asked, raising his eyebrow when Rogue began touching him hastily. Her tail soon joined too. "Uh…Really chère….not dat I don' like what y're doin'—" he drew in a sharp breath when Rogue's hands reached his pants. "But….." He grabbed her hands and quickly removed them. "Your père is gonna kill me if y' don' stop…." He then gently uncoiled her tail from his thigh.
"Alright then. Where is it?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. Her tail rapidly swung back and forth, indicating her irritation.
Remy gave her a puzzled look. "Where's what?"
"Mah planner!" If he can steal it in her first wish, he might've snatched it here too.
He gave her a confused look. "Your planner?"
"Yeah….you cleaned mah room so you must know what happened to it. It just can't disappear into thin air."
Realization crossed Remy's face. "Are y' tryin' to say dat I stole it?"
Rogue folded her arms. "You're the thief, you tell me."
"I'm not a t'ief," he said seriously. He narrowed his red-on-black eyes at her. "I would rather starve t' death dan steal anythin'."
Rogue stopped her interrogation, pondering over his words. If Jean and Kitty could be killers, than he could be telling the truth. "Ok, but have you seen it anywhere?"
He turned his back towards her as he picked up her clothes. "Non," he said in a formal tone. "I'll let y' know if I do Mademoiselle."
"Alright. It's black in color." Rogue gave the briefest description. "Has a big D on it too."
He didn't even turn to look at her. "I'll keep dat in mind."
Rogue sighed. By his behavior, it was crystal clear he wasn't taking being called a 'thief' very well. "And Ah'm sorry."
This time Remy turned to face her.
"Believe it or not, that thing is really really important ta meh right now," she explained. "Losin' it is like the end of the world for meh."
Remy chuckled. "A digital planner? Y' must have some really important plans on it, oui?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Yeah."
"Den don' worry. If it's in dis house, Remy will find it," he promised. "But I need a small favor."
"And what's that?"
"Can y' ask your père t' let me smoke? At least outside de house?" he requested. "He t'inks I'll make y' catch cancer or set your fur on fire," he explained, rolling his eyes.
"Oh. Uh…ok….Ah will……" Rogue trailed off when she finally fully noticed the man infront of her.
With an apron tied around his waist and a portable vacuum cleaner in his hand, Remy looked like an average house-wife than an Acolyte of Magneto.
Rogue stifled a giggle. "Umm….Are you a maid or somethin'?"
Remy expression told her he minded being called that. "Remy prefers an employee." He grumbled as he picked up Rogue's scattered things. "Dis is de promotion your nice père gave me. Just cause he can't find any other trustworthy mutant for de job."
Rogue smirked. "So that means you're a maid."
"Employee," he corrected politely.
"What's the difference? It's still the same."
Remy was getting aggravated. "An employee cherie."
"Fine fine employee!" Rogue gave up her teasing. "So what were you before?"
"In…..janitorial services," he said hesitantly.
"You mean a janitor?" Rogue snorted, really not meaning to sound disrespectful. "Sorry."
Remy sighed. "Whatever y' want t' t'ink chère."
Rogue was about to say something else, but the sound of footsteps stopped her. She quickly got under the blankets, just as Raven entered the room.
"Remy?" Raven frowned, looking around the room. "I thought you said you cleaned Anna's room."
Remy gave Rogue a weary look. "I thought dat too Madame."
"Rogue?" Raven kneeled beside the bed and began stroking Rogue's hair. "Are you feeling better?"
"Umm…." Rogue feigned a couple of coughs. "Uh….A-Ah don't know." She rubbed her stomach. "Mah tummy still hurts from those awful cookies."
As expected Raven bought her act, but Remy didn't. Nevertheless, he stayed quiet and just watched Rogue, impressed.
"Ah'm sure Ah'll be alright after some more rest." Rogue assured, wishing for Remy to hurry up and find the cursed planner.
"If it doesn't pass," Raven sighed sadly, "then I'm afraid I'll have to cancel—"
"Cancel?" another voice asked from the door-way.
Rogue's eyes widened and she quickly pulled the blankets over herself.
"Victor, Rogue is sick," Raven told Creed as he walked into the room.
"Sick?" Creed was instantly by Rogue's side. Rogue clutched the blankets tightly, praying he would go away. "What happened furball?" he inquired, gently shaking Rogue.
Rogue gulped, really not wanting to face him. "Umm….C-Cookies."
"Cookies?" Creed was obviously surprised. "Are you telling me a mixture of milk and eggs got the mighty Rogue on her back?"
"Uh…yeah Ah guess so," Rogue lied, feeling embarrassed.
"Well I don't believe it," Creed said resolutely.
'Will you believe it if Ah say Ah'm from an alternate universe where you're a psychotic murderer and Ah'm not your daughter?' Rogue wanted to say.
"Daughter of Victor Creed beaten by a bunch of cookies? Unbelievable!" Creed said, shaking his head. He then noticed Remy. "LeBeau, will you stop staring and get back to work?"
"Oui monsieur," Remy sighed and left the room.
"Well if daughter of Victor Creed doesn't get better, you're not going anywhere," Raven told Creed.
Rogue's ears perked up at the conversation. Sabertooth was going somewhere? And now he can't because of her? Rogue was regretting pretending to be ill. Maybe Mystique had been planning to go too.
"That's fine with me Raven. You should just forget about going and stay home," he suggested.
'Crap,' Rogue thought, wishing at least one of them should leave so she could easily search the house.
"It could be her last birthday," Raven emphasized.
'Who's last birthday?' Rogue wondered.
"That's what you said four years ago," Creed reminded. "And she's still alive. That woman has lives more than a cat's!"
"She's a very good friend of mine and I can't miss it," Raven made it clear.
"You shouldn't. But we could and should," Creed said, gesturing at himself and Rogue, who had finally braved to poke her head out of the blankets. He turned towards Rogue. "Rogue, do you really want to go to Agatha Harkness 120th birthday party?" he asked, making it sound like it was some kid's party.
"Umm…no, but y-you should go," Rogue began, her voice quivering. "Ah'm eighteen. A-Ah can take care of mahself. Don't cancel because of meh." 'Yeah…..Go ta the party so Ah can turn the whole house upside down searchin' for the planner.' Was what her mind was scheming. Remy was just taking too long to do the job.
"Eighteen or twenty, we can't leave you alone while you're sick Rogue," Raven said, before raising her eyebrow. "That is, if you're sick."
"Huh?" Rogue uttered confused. "What do you mean?"
She received a glare from Raven. "It means you should probably be getting ready."
Rogue jaw dropped open. After all this time she was faking it, Mystique was merely playing along? Well, that was the Mystique she knew and hated, though the concern she displayed in the bathroom was genuine. Nonetheless, it didn't matter now. Rogue was busted. But……there was still hope yet.
"Don't you think people will be a little shocked by mah appearance?" Rogue said, pointing at herself.
Raven tapped the watch on Rogue's hand. "That's what the holowatch is for."
"But…..Somethin's wrong with it," she recalled.
"Really?" Raven frowned and began checking the watch. It crackled and suddenly shut off by itself. "Hmm….and I don't suppose you tried to sabotage it, just to avoid going?"
Rogue shook her head.
"Forge won't be able to fix this until Monday," Creed mentioned with a grin. "It's a shame."
"Uh-huh…." Raven gave him a dry look. "Victor you should be getting ready."
"Didn't we just cancel?"
"Victor……"
"Raven you're a shape-shifter. Just make a brief appearance of me and Rogue. You gave half the mid-term for Rogue when she was down with flu."
"Really?" Rogue murmured intriguingly. So maybe having a shape-shifter as a mother wasn't all bad, considering she wasn't a crazy psycho—
"And I suppose the reason you don't want to go doesn't have to do anything with Logan being invited?" Raven asked, giving him a curious look.
"Fine," Creed got up with a grunt. "But if something happens tonight, I didn't start it."
"Good. Because I can't be my husband and daughter for the whole evening, you know."
'Yes!' Rogue smiled happily. They were both going. 'Time to get out of this twisted family.'
"Ah'm eighteen. Ah'll be fine." Rogue must've said those words a millionth time as she waited for her 'parents' to finally walk out the front door. But her overprotective parents—Well mostly her 'mother', was instructing her on what to do and what not to do. Her 'Dad' was waiting outside in the car.
"And don't leave the house!" Raven said strictly. "Until the image inducer is fixed, stay hidden. God forbid if there's a fire—"
"Ah'll get out of the house and hide on someone else's roof or backyard." Rogue stifled a yawn, really tempted to burn the house down after finding the planner.
"Anna, I'm serious."
"Don't worry. Ah know the drill. Ah'll be fine!" Rogue assured in an exasperated voice. "Now go. You'll be late."
"If anything goes wrong—"
'Everything is already wrong,' Rogue thought miserably. "Ah know. Call you guys immediately. Goodbye now!" She was beginning to close the door, but Raven had something else to say.
"The house shouldn't be a mess when we get back."
Rogue stopped herself from bursting into laughter. "Uh….Ok."
"Oh and another thing…." By the look on Raven's face, Rogue sensed a hug coming.
"No!" she hopped back quickly, thanks to reflexes which came with the blue and furry body. "You….uh…You'll get fur on your dress."
"Oh," Raven realized. "You're right."
"Ok now goodnight and have fun!" Rogue was finally able to shut the door. She heaved a sigh and collapsed against the door. 'Alone at last.'
"Anna, you didn't lock the door," Raven's voice scolded from outside.
Rogue groaned and quickly locked it. "It's locked now. Goodbye!" After she was a hundred percent sure her parents were gone, she let out a long sigh and collapsed on the sofa. "Alone at last."
"I wouldn't say dat chère ………"
A/N: I love cliffhangers! They are so evil. Well review! Even if it's one word or only an alphabet. And as usual, ideas for wishes are always open.
