The Plan

Rogue spun around and pushed past everyone in her way, finally reaching the line of sheets surrounding Warren. She drew them back and there she was. Standing next to Warren. She was close, too close.

"Hello Roguie."

"Get away, step off- leave," Rogue snapped, flying towards Warren, sitting innocently on the couch.

"We're just talki-"

"Look, let me make this clear- I don't care what your doing- but you're never doing it again. Go find somebody else's husband- bitch." Betsey stood for a second, clearly shocked. She hadn't changed much- she still wore barely anything and had long black hair that fell about her waist.

"I see you're still a jealous girlfriend," Betsey shot at her.

"Look you little hooker, I don't care what you say to me, because if your ass isn't out of here in ten I'm going to kill you, and that's a promise."

"I guess you have a little more guts than you used to, usually you just run to Warren."

"Five seconds."

"Let me guess, we're at three now?" Betsey grinned.

"Now we're at one and that's one second before your head and shoved so far up your ass you can't even remember which direction to get out."

"Rogue, uh, Hun, let's cool off, shall we?" Warren pulled her towards him. She tripped and fell into his lap.

"Even your guy is sticking up for me."

"Watch it or I'm gonna be sticking a lot more than some words up your-"

"Darlin', can we cut it out now?" Warren asked, "We do have a kid wondering around somewhere."

"Fine, but make her leave," Rogue hissed.

"Maybe he wants me to stay," Betsey smiled sweetly at Warren.

"Trust me, he doesn't," Warren smiled back.

"Fine," Betsey snarled and they watched as she stomped off.

"I'm sorry," Rogue whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek.

"For what? Baby, I'd be joining you in screaming if there was nobody around to hear."

"I guess I just lost control," Rogue replied softly.

"You do that a lot, don't you?"

"It's-"

"Shhh. No more excuses, unless you have a good one of why I can't kiss you right now?"

"I guess I'm all out of um," Rogue giggled, letting her lips link to Warren's.

"I don't care what you say, she's just plain evil!" Betsey snapped, glaring at her brother.

"Sis, I told you, soon he'll be all yours. Scarlett promised me you could have him."

"Who is this Scarlett you always talk about anyway? And why does she want Rogue, cause that answer is beyond me," Betsey smirked, pacing on wet grass.

"They're leaving soon, we must work fast."

"Work?"

"Before I deliver Rogue I want my way with her," he smiled darkly.

"That's nasty, plus she'll kill you," Betsey replied.

"I think I can control that, maybe hold it back, if I believe enough."

"What are you, Peter Pan?"

"Nah, he lives forever and we only have a few days, though I am absurdly attractive for my age."

"Cause you can control your looks, you little bastard," Betsey said.

"Anyway, I'm doing it tonight."

"Too many details!"

"If you want Warren- get him tonight, please him."

"Seriously get a life and stop planning other people's sex lives."

"Fine, but he'll be all alone. Now it's almost six, it'll be dark in an hour." Betsey turned on her heel and sped inside.