Chapter 12 of 12
"Angel"
By: RogueBHS
A/N: This is the final chapter! Let me know if you want a sequel, or just want me to write more Evo period. Thanks again to the readers and reviewers of this story. And a special thank you to Randi for her help during the course of this being written.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
"Angel" By: Sarah McLachlan
When Rogue stirred the morning they were supposed to leave, she realized all was a little too quiet in the house. Her eyes cracked open, and she peered at the alarm clock, wondering if maybe she had woken up early. When she realized the fact that the red numbers on the clock said 11:52 AM, she all but flew out of bed and down the hallway. She called to Irene, and found the older woman sitting at the kitchen table.
"They're gone already child. They left for the airport around half an hour ago."
Rogue fell to her knees, tears threatening to fall. "They left without sayin' goodbye?"
Irene stood and walked to Rogue, then put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "They thought it best, dear. I told them to wake you, but they refused to listen to this blind woman."
Rogue felt the tears sliding down her cheeks as she stood and let Irene's arms envelope her. "Why?" That single word was barely choked out before there was a knock at the door. Rogue turned to snap at whoever it was, but stopped when Irene touched her arm.
"Its your old friend, Cody. Go, Rogue, speak to him for a while."
Rogue wiped away the tears quickly and headed to the door, wondering what on earth could have brought Cody to Irene's. When she opened the door, he smiled broadly. "Ya decided t' stay, huh Rogue?"
Rogue shook her head. "Mah friends left without meh." She bit at her lip. "Think ya could give meh a ride t' th' airport?"
Cody sighed, then nodded. "It'd be mah pleasure."
Rogue smiled, and in a rare gesture, kissed her fingertips then pressed her fingertips to his lips. "Ah'll owe ya one Cody."
He smiled right back at her. "Yeah. Yeah, ya will."
Rogue motioned for him to come in. When she saw Irene behind her, she pointed to the older woman. "That's mah...uh...oh heck, that's Irene."
Irene smiled and held out her hand to Cody. "A pleasure to meet you Cody. I believe Rogue mentioned you to me once or twice."
Cody nodded. "Rogue and I had a talk last night, and she told me a bit about you as well." He bent and kissed Irene's hand in the way of the old Southern gentleman, earning him a smile from the precog.
"Go and pack Rogue. The plane will leave without you if you do not hurry."
Rogue smiled and hugged Irene quickly. "Ah'm gonna miss you."
Irene hugged Rogue back tightly. "I know dear. I know."
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent revelrie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
"Angel" By: Sarah McLachlan
Rogue cursed under her breath as she heard the announcement for the final boarding call for the flight she was supposed to be on. Lifting up her bags a little higher, she dashed towards the gate, and called out to the woman who was about to close the door to the walkway. "Wait! Wait! Ah'm supposed t' be on that plane!"
The woman spun and looked at Rogue in surprise as the girl stopped near the door to catch her breath. "Are you Rogue, miss?"
Rogue nodded and handed her ticket to the agent. "Yeah. Mah ride showed up late t' pick meh up. Ah was scared Ah wouldn't make it."
The agent smiled. "Then I guess you're meant to be on this plane. Its actually a few minutes late for departure."
Rogue glanced at a nearby clock and realized it was in fact late. She turned and smiled at the woman. "Yeah...Ah guess Ah am."
Rogue hurried down the walkway towards the plane, idly wondering if her seat would be anywhere near her friends. The stewardess smiled at her as she stepped onto the plane, and pointed in the direction of the seats. "If you could take your seat, we're about ready to push away from the gate, miss."
Rogue nodded. "Ah know." Rogue turned, and glanced down the rows of seats as she walked forward, looking for seat 22. Sighing, she made her way further and further back, seeing no sign of her friends.
That is, until a Cajun voice piped up. "Lookin' for row 22, chere."
Rogue's eyes darted to a few isles up and smiled when she saw the familiar red-brown hair hanging over the equally familiar chisled features. "Yeah...as a mattah o' fact, Ah am." Rogue slid her back under the seat, then sat down and turned to face her seat mate. "Ah'm Rogue by th' way."
The Cajun's lips quirked as he slid his sunglasses down to reveal his red-on-black eyes. He took her hand in his and gave his trademark devil-may-care grin. "An' I, ma chere, am Remy. Remy LeBeau. But you c'n call me Gambit if ya prefer."
Rogue's smile broadened. "How about Ah jus' call you Cajun?"
He nodded and smiled. "Dat be jus' fine, ma couer. Jus' fine."