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Dreams: Chapter 3
The curtains were drawn back from the window, letting in the same sun that he stood in only moments before. Her room was exceptional clean, especially for Rogue. Her bed was made, clothes put into the hamper, even her bathroom was cleaned.
Everything was in its place, except for Rogue.
Walking into her bedroom, he casually strolled toward the dresser and the silver framed picture that sat on top. Remy smiled as he ran his hand across the image inside the frame.
The picture had been taken the previous Christmas. He had caught Rogue under the mistletoe. She had been leaning against the doorway that morning, cup of coffee in hand, wearing a hunter green sweater, a pair of faded blue jeans and fuzzy bunny slippers. He still chuckled at the thought of her wearing the bunny slippers. Those slippers were such a contrast from her normal harder-than-nails attitude, they showed the real Rogue. He had walked over to her under the mistletoe and gave her a Christmas present from him: a silver picture frame and silver locket. With the fully decorated Christmas tree as the back-drop, he and Rogue had posed for the picture. Instead of having a picture of them kissing, such as Christmas tradition goes, (like he had dreamed about), he had stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face as close to hers as possibly could be without touching. They were both smiling. And she had put a copy of the picture in both the frame and locket.
Placing the picture back onto the dresser, Remy blew it a kiss. Silently, Remy closed the door to her room and headed downstairs.
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Remy entered the kitchen, smile on his face, hoping to find Rogue, but instead he found Storm poking her head in the refrigerator. Storm, one of the few people that he can honestly call a friend.
"So, how are ya doin', Stormy?" Remy asked with amusement in his voice.
Storm dropped the carton of milk that she was holding, when his voice broke through the silence in the kitchen.
"Remy, you should know better than to sneak up on a person, especially if that person is the one making breakfast this morning." Accepting the paper towels he was handing her she added, "So where have you been this time?"
When Storm turned to face him, Remy was leaning up against the counter top. He flashed her a killer smile and calmly answered, "Everywhere petite. So where is everybody?"
"Well...Scott, Jean and the Professor are off to a conference; Hank is at the hospital; Logan left on his next mission and I am here to watch over things while everyone is gone."
"Where is Rogue?"
"Remy, you must be hungry. Why don't we have some breakfast before you take off again."
"Take off again?? Storm, where is Rogue??"
Storm sighed. Turning from him, she walked over and sat down at the kitchen table. Folding her hands together, she looked up at him.
"She left about three days ago. Didn't tell anyone where she was going. She just packed a bag and left. You know Remy, I am beginning to believe that some of your bad habits are rubbing off on her."
"What...."
Storm interrupted, "I thought that you should look for her first before I alert the whole team. You probably have a good idea of where she was headed and why she left."
Storm could tell that he was just as surprised to hear she had disappeared as she was when she went to find out why Rogue hadn't come to breakfast three days ago. Her heart went out to the both of them, they had been through so much.
Remy broke the silence.
"Ah have no idea why she left, but Ah have a pretty good idea where she is."
And with that, he pushed away from the counter and strode towards the doorway.
"So I guess you won't be staying for breakfast?" Storm asked.
Her answer was the sound of Remy's retreating footsteps.
Dreams: Chapter 3
The curtains were drawn back from the window, letting in the same sun that he stood in only moments before. Her room was exceptional clean, especially for Rogue. Her bed was made, clothes put into the hamper, even her bathroom was cleaned.
Everything was in its place, except for Rogue.
Walking into her bedroom, he casually strolled toward the dresser and the silver framed picture that sat on top. Remy smiled as he ran his hand across the image inside the frame.
The picture had been taken the previous Christmas. He had caught Rogue under the mistletoe. She had been leaning against the doorway that morning, cup of coffee in hand, wearing a hunter green sweater, a pair of faded blue jeans and fuzzy bunny slippers. He still chuckled at the thought of her wearing the bunny slippers. Those slippers were such a contrast from her normal harder-than-nails attitude, they showed the real Rogue. He had walked over to her under the mistletoe and gave her a Christmas present from him: a silver picture frame and silver locket. With the fully decorated Christmas tree as the back-drop, he and Rogue had posed for the picture. Instead of having a picture of them kissing, such as Christmas tradition goes, (like he had dreamed about), he had stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face as close to hers as possibly could be without touching. They were both smiling. And she had put a copy of the picture in both the frame and locket.
Placing the picture back onto the dresser, Remy blew it a kiss. Silently, Remy closed the door to her room and headed downstairs.
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Remy entered the kitchen, smile on his face, hoping to find Rogue, but instead he found Storm poking her head in the refrigerator. Storm, one of the few people that he can honestly call a friend.
"So, how are ya doin', Stormy?" Remy asked with amusement in his voice.
Storm dropped the carton of milk that she was holding, when his voice broke through the silence in the kitchen.
"Remy, you should know better than to sneak up on a person, especially if that person is the one making breakfast this morning." Accepting the paper towels he was handing her she added, "So where have you been this time?"
When Storm turned to face him, Remy was leaning up against the counter top. He flashed her a killer smile and calmly answered, "Everywhere petite. So where is everybody?"
"Well...Scott, Jean and the Professor are off to a conference; Hank is at the hospital; Logan left on his next mission and I am here to watch over things while everyone is gone."
"Where is Rogue?"
"Remy, you must be hungry. Why don't we have some breakfast before you take off again."
"Take off again?? Storm, where is Rogue??"
Storm sighed. Turning from him, she walked over and sat down at the kitchen table. Folding her hands together, she looked up at him.
"She left about three days ago. Didn't tell anyone where she was going. She just packed a bag and left. You know Remy, I am beginning to believe that some of your bad habits are rubbing off on her."
"What...."
Storm interrupted, "I thought that you should look for her first before I alert the whole team. You probably have a good idea of where she was headed and why she left."
Storm could tell that he was just as surprised to hear she had disappeared as she was when she went to find out why Rogue hadn't come to breakfast three days ago. Her heart went out to the both of them, they had been through so much.
Remy broke the silence.
"Ah have no idea why she left, but Ah have a pretty good idea where she is."
And with that, he pushed away from the counter and strode towards the doorway.
"So I guess you won't be staying for breakfast?" Storm asked.
Her answer was the sound of Remy's retreating footsteps.