April 28, 2002
Raven Darkholme, a freelance mutant terrorist otherwise known as Mystique, rapped on the door of a small Mena apartment. She was currently disguised as an elderly Hispanic woman.
The door creaked open slowly, showing the face of a beautiful red-haired woman. She had a distinctive white streak in her hair and looked to be about 8 months pregnant.
"Come on child, are you going to leave me out here all day?" Raven broke out in a perfect Hispanic accent and smiled, she had found who she was looking for. She closed the door and turned around to face the other woman before morphing back to her original form.
"Momma?" said Rogue, green eyes wide with shock.
"Do you mean me or you?"
Rogue just stared.
"I was nearby on business when I heard about someone who reminded me of you. I decided to look you up. Well, you've gotten larger." Mystique said, eyeing her daughter's large girth. Rogue flushed and placed a protective hand over her stomach. She raised her eyes slowly to look at her mother. "I'm scared momma."
"I know, Mystique replied, while moving forward to embrace Rogue.
"Ah have ta go momma, ah'm late for a doctor's appointment. Ya wanna come? It won't take long, it's just a shot."
Mystique raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Shot, whatever for?"
"Ah don't really know, for the baby ah guess.
Mystique frowned at this remark and was about to comment on it when Rogue cut her off. "Don't worry momma, Dr. Henson's a good man."
Mystique said nothing but she was still disturbed. She'd have to look up this doctor Henson.