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Two Days Later

Morning sun filled the room with its warm orange glow. Rae was already up, going through her clothes, throwing her selected items in to a large blue suitcase. In a few hours she would leave her life in Mississippi to start a new one in New York, a new life with her sister and the mutants who called themselves the "X-men". Although she welcomed the change, she knew that she would miss her mama and her best friend, Leslie. In the nine years that they had known each other, Leslie had always been there for Rae. After Seth's death, Leslie had been there to comfort Rae. When Rae was struggling with her new power, Leslie had been the one to help her. Rae had found it odd that Leslie had been so good to her, considering the fact that she was Seth's sister. Leslie should have hated her for what had happened, but she didn't. She had told Rae that she knew that Seth did not blame nor hate her, so neither did she. Rae finished packing the clothes that she had selected, zipped the suitcase, and plopped down on her bed.

"So Miss. Thang, you're really leaving me?"

Rae looked over to the doorway and laughed. "Yeah, Ah am."

Leslie tried her best to look hurt, but her mouth betrayed her as its corners took an upward turn. She walked in to the room and stood in front of Rae. "I think my brother would be pleased to see that you are moving on with your life."

"Do ya really think so?" Rae asked her.

"No. I know that he is. Look I didn't stop by to say goodbye, because I know that I will see you again. I just stopped by to tell you that I love you and to give you this." Leslie handed Rae a picture. Rae looked at the picture of Seth and Leslie and laughed. In the picture Seth had dyed his hair pink to make himself look more identical to Leslie.

Rae stood up and gave Leslie a hug. "Thank you. Ah love ya, too Les."

After the hug, Leslie left. Rae sighed and looked at the clock on her nightstand, six hours left. Deciding to go for her morning jog, she ran out of her bedroom and straight in to Hank. The force of the impact sent Rae stumbling backwards and she eventually landed on her bottom. Hank was horrified.

"Oh my stars! Rae are you okay? I am so sorry." He asked offering his hand to help her up.

"Yes. Ah'm jus' fine. It's not your fault. Ah should've watched where Ah was goin'." She said as Hank helped her up.

"Are you sure that you are alright?"

Rae looked in to his gorgeous blue eyes and smiled, "Yes."

Ororo popped her head out of her room and looked at the two standing in the hall, "Excuse me, but Rae are you going jogging this morning?"

"Yes, 'Ro Ah sure am"

"Great! Do you mind if I tag along?"

"Nope not at all." Rae turned her attention back to the blue furry man beside her, "Ah'll be back in a little bit." She said giving Hank a small peck on the cheek.

The two women made their way down the stairs passing Remy with a fist full of roses, on his way up. "Bon matin Mademoiselle Emory et Mademoiselle Ororo. Comment allez-vous?" Rae and Ororo looked at each other in disbelief. Who was that man and what had he done with Remy? Remy was positively glowing and had used their first names. "Good mornin', Remy." Rae said to him. "Stormy be jus' fine, mon ami." Ororo said imitating Remy's accent. Remy laughed, "See Remy knew y' loved your nickname, Stormy." Ororo mentally slapped herself. What had possessed her to refer to herself as Stormy? Remy smirked and continued up the stairs. Now she knew he would never stop calling her that detested nickname. The two women cast a final curious look at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and trotted out the front door. Remy walked down the upstairs hallway, tipping an imaginary hat and bidding Hank a good morning as he passed by. Hank scratched his blue furry head and watched as Remy gently knock on the door at the very end of the hall, red roses still clutched in his left hand. A few moments later the door opened and Remy presented the roses to his chere. Rogue's eyes widen and her hand shot up, covering her mouth. She stood still for a few seconds. "Chere", Remy said. Rogue stepped forward, closing the small gap between them and embraced Remy in a hug. Hank smiled, it warmed his heart to see those two happy for a change. Deciding to give the two lovebirds some privacy, Hank quietly walked down stairs into the kitchen, where Mrs. Nelson had just finished fixing breakfast.

"Good mornin' Hank. Please have a seat and Ah'll bring your plate to ya"

"Good morning Mrs. Nelson. You do not have to serve me."

"Non sense, you're a guest in mah home. Now you go sit down. And please call me Rose."

Hank did as Rose requested, quickly finding a seat at the kitchen table. Rogue and Remy appeared in the kitchen as Rose sat Hank's plate down in front of him. They stayed long enough to tell them that they would be going out for breakfast, viewing it as an opportunity to spend some time alone together. Rose was pleased by that news. Finally an opening had presented itself for her and Hank to talk without any interruptions.

They had only been jogging for thirty minutes, when it appeared. It came barreling out of the whitewashed gate, blazing a trail up the rear of Ororo and Rae. Mr. Randolph's Chihuahua, Rocko, the neighborhood ankle bitter, the dog that every jogger feared. Out of natural reflex, they picked up their pace, racing down Marigold Lane. Rocko was a fast little dog. No matter how much they increased their speed, they could not shake the annoying canine. Using their powers was not an option. They feared that if they did they would hurt the pooch and draw unwanted attention to themselves, so they did want a normal human being would do, run like hell. Rocko followed in hot pursuit, barking his little head off.

There was uncomfortable silence in the kitchen as Rose and Hank ate their breakfast. Rose stopped eating to take a good look at the man that her daughter had shown interest in. Hank seemed to have felt her staring at him, for he lifted his eyes from his plate and looked at Rose. She gave him a heart-felt smile before speaking.

"Ya seem like a really nice boy and Ah think the world of ya. Mah Rae seems to be fond of ya and that makes me really happy. Ah think that Ah can trust you never to intentionally hurt her."

"Mrs.. umm.. Rose, I would never intentionally hurt her."

"Good, 'cause Ah would hate to have to kill ya."

Hank looked at Rose, her face shown no indication that she was joking. He could not believe that the very mild mannered sixty-five year old woman had said that. Rose stood up and walked over to the sink to discard her dirty dish, her face hidden from his view. She turned to look at Hank, his face a mix of fear and disbelief, and started to laugh. "Hank, relax. Ah ain't gonna kill ya. It was only a joke," she said. Hank relaxed, releasing the breath that he was holding. That action only caused Rose to laugh even harder and Hank to join in. Their laughter was cut short by the abrupt opening and slamming of the front door. Rose and Hank strolled out into the hallway and were greeted by the sight of a gasping and sweat drenched Rae and Ororo, who had their backs up against the front door. "What is the matter?" Hank asked. "R… Rocko." was all that Ororo managed to say. Hank didn't know who Rocko was, but he had obliviously frightened the ladies and Hank was not going to stand for it. He motioned the ladies to step aside, they quickly complied, and flung the front door open to face the low life S.O.B. Hank came face to face with a very small dog, who upon seeing the big blue furry man, yelped and ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. Hank just shook his head as he shut the door. He couldn't believe that the ladies were afraid of something so small.

Three hours later

After loading the Blackbird and saying one last goodbye to Rose, the five entered the large jet. As the jet took off, Rae continued to watch her mother until she disappeared from sight. She turned her face towards the front of the Blackbird and sighed, her new life had just begun.

*Author's note: Well folks this is the end. Sorry it took so long to update. I was having a hard time figuring out what to write. So finally I just sat here and typed the first thing that popped into my head. I just wanna thank all of my reviewers for your kindness and for tolerating my maddness. You made me feel loved! *