Phone Calls
They'd been driving for 13 hours. Rogue tried to stay awake the whole time, but her body wouldn't let her do it. She was drained, not only was she in pysical pain, but the extra person in her mind was beginning to be too much to handle. She heard his voice over and over again in her mind, yelling at her. She was finally able to block him into the back of her mind for the short period she got to sleep, but no sooner had she fallen asleep than she was woken up by Mystique.
She grogilly rubbed her eyes, trying to take in her surroundings. The air was beginning to become humid as dusk became apparent in the sky. The mosquitos were thick, as tall grass and trees encircled the small house in front of her.
"Mississippi," Rogue breathed out while smiling, happy to be home again.
"I thought the old scenery would bear welcome to you child," Mystique said to her.
"Yeah, nevah thought ah missed tha place till ah come back here an' see it all," she grabbed her bag and followed Mystique into the house.
It wasn't anything like the house she stayed in with Irene. This one was less homely, more like a rented out apartment the owner was going to be leaving within the next month. A couch was in the middle of the room, with a kitchen in the back and two bedrooms down the hall. She knew the furniture wasn't Mystique's, and she knew her 'mother' wasn't here for a family reunion either.
"Where are weh exactly?" Rogue asked trying to play innocent, but trying to know the terrain.
"Small little town in the deep south, nearest town is about a mile," Mystique looked up at the girl, "I suppose you'd want to make a phone call to a Swamp Rat?"
Rogue said nothing. She didn't know whether Mystique knew her that well, or she was just that obvious.
"Go then, but watch your back out here. We're close to the swamps, no guessing what theifs the alligators will bring in," she tossed a quarter to Rogue and headed to the back kitchen.
Rogue left the house following the road to the town. She knew Mystique wasn't helping her out of motherly nature, but though her telepathy was wearing off, she had the feeling that she needed to do this, for someone who'd been there for her.
In view came a local super mart with a payphone out front. She went into the booth and dropped the quarter in. She breathed in deeply before dialing the number. A ring was heard causing Rogue to hold her breath. She could hang up now and he would never know, but it was too late, he already picked up.
"Hello?" the voice was deep and raspy, the swamp bayou accent apparent.
With one word from him she lost all her nerve and gripped tight to the payphone afraid to loose him and the connection.
"Hello?" he dragged it out that time. "Now whoever on de other line an' know Remy's private number, don' need ta be shy. Dis ol' Cajun be sure not ta bite.hard."
She could hear the smile forming, and she suddenly lost the shyness she had before. "Whay ya dirty ol' Swamp Rat! Ah'm gone fer only three days an' ya talkin' ta strangers on tha phone lahke that!!"
"Aw chere, Remy knew it was you de whole time."
"Ah'm so sure of ya too," Rogue replied quickly.
"It's true, not only did Remy know you'd be missin' him, he de only one he gave dis private number to."
Rogue blushed and thanked god he wasn't there to see it. "How ya'll doin?"
"Good chere, but how you doin'?" his voice got serious.
"Ah'm fahne, ya know meh, ah make it bah okay," she looked around the phone booth aware it was getting dark and she was in an area she was unfamiliar with.
He heard some birds in the background and the insect noises, he knew she was down south in Mississippi or Louisiana. "Where are you?"
"Ah can' tell ya that Cajun."
"An' why not petite?" he was beginning to toy with her again.
"Because knowin' ya, ya'd prolly come crashin' in here tryin' ta get meh back home!"
"Naw chere, jus' tryin' ta get ya back ta Remy is all. Plus he know you in de south anyway, Remy can' here de place callin' ta him."
"hmm," was all Rogue could get out. She was content just listening to the sound of his voice, and for the first time, she noticed there was nothing holding her back or tieing her down. It was just her and Remy right now, and nothing in between.
They both talked for a couple more minutes content listening to the other. It wasn't until Rogue realized the time that she said her goodbyes to Remy. "Ah gotta go sugah, but ah'll call ya real soon, promise."
" Den Remy be waitn' by de phone everyday till ya do chere."
Rogue smiled at his cheap flattery, "Bah Swamp Rat."
"Bah River Rat," then they hung up.
She made her way back to the house and promised to herself never to walk out there at night again. The tall grass made all the predators invisible, even though she knew she was the most dangerous animal to hunt, she didn't need a Magneto hunting her at the moment.
When she walked into the house, she saw a distressed Mystique, and as much as she would love to ignore her mother, being not quite comfortable with her yet, she found herself walking over to the table where she was sitting at.
"What's wrong," Rogue asked.
Mystique looked at her, surprised Rogue would even care to ask. "A couple days ago some mutants were taken into custody by authorities and taken to a mutant prison. Some of them were friends of mine."
"Did they do anythang?"
"They were born different," Mystique was seething with anger as she continued, "The government has taken them to Genosha. And they wonder why we hate them so much." She looked at Rogue as she stood up. " I'm surprised you don't feel as strongly as I do my dear."
"An' whay shoul' ah, ah didn' know any of em'," Rogue said defensively.
"I see you haven't learned yet," Rogue suspicions grew as she eyed her mother for more answers, "One of the mutants they took into custody was a Mr. John Allerdyce," Rogue's eyes widened at the name, "Or Pyro, as you like to call him sometimes."
She lept from her chair, John was one of her best friends, and to see this happen to him made her furious. She had to get him out, no matter what. "We have ta get them Mystique."
"I'm already ahead of you child, Lance and Blob are coming here in a couple days to help with the mission,"
"We can' just wait around fer them Mystique! Who knows what they're doin' ta the othah mutants!"
"And what do you wish me to do Rogue, bust down the door without a plan!?" they both regained their composure, trying to calm down, "Blue prints of the building are coming with the boys, tactics and stradegies will be layed down. We will be ready to leave in two weeks."
Rogue walked out of the room and headed down the hall to her own room. Just when she thought she'd be hanging up the uniform for a while, she was putting it back on. How could she ever tell Remy about this?
*********************************6 a.m.*******************************
A groggy voice answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey Remy."
"Chere, you callin' oftly early, de sun barely up."
"Really? It's been up fo' a while down here," sarcasm was in her voice trying to make the Cajun annoyed at her antics.
"Well, why don' you tell Remy where here is an' he'll come an' see it with you," her plan definitely didn't work.
"Aw, yer no fun Swamp Rat."
"Ye wound me chere, o' course, Remy be a lot more fun in person."
"Yeah ah bet," she said with more sarcasm, "Listen Cajun," now getting down to the point, "Ah won' be able ta call ya as often fo' a while, so I jus' wanna tell ya not ta worry an' don' hang bah tha phone all day."
"Where y goin' Rogue?" still teasing her but worried at the same time.
"No where important Remy, jus' know that ah'll call ya later an' ah love ya," before he had a chance to respond she hung up on him. She sighed and opened the phone booth. Rogue wiped the perspiration off her forehead that had already accumulated in the early morning and began to walk back.
Remy on the other hand was worried. The last time she had told him she loved him, she was doing something she'd regret, and he had a horrible feeling. Although her voice was more confident and healthy this time, he still couldn't shake the feeling. But he hope'd to god, she would let him in before she'd do something she'd regret again.
They'd been driving for 13 hours. Rogue tried to stay awake the whole time, but her body wouldn't let her do it. She was drained, not only was she in pysical pain, but the extra person in her mind was beginning to be too much to handle. She heard his voice over and over again in her mind, yelling at her. She was finally able to block him into the back of her mind for the short period she got to sleep, but no sooner had she fallen asleep than she was woken up by Mystique.
She grogilly rubbed her eyes, trying to take in her surroundings. The air was beginning to become humid as dusk became apparent in the sky. The mosquitos were thick, as tall grass and trees encircled the small house in front of her.
"Mississippi," Rogue breathed out while smiling, happy to be home again.
"I thought the old scenery would bear welcome to you child," Mystique said to her.
"Yeah, nevah thought ah missed tha place till ah come back here an' see it all," she grabbed her bag and followed Mystique into the house.
It wasn't anything like the house she stayed in with Irene. This one was less homely, more like a rented out apartment the owner was going to be leaving within the next month. A couch was in the middle of the room, with a kitchen in the back and two bedrooms down the hall. She knew the furniture wasn't Mystique's, and she knew her 'mother' wasn't here for a family reunion either.
"Where are weh exactly?" Rogue asked trying to play innocent, but trying to know the terrain.
"Small little town in the deep south, nearest town is about a mile," Mystique looked up at the girl, "I suppose you'd want to make a phone call to a Swamp Rat?"
Rogue said nothing. She didn't know whether Mystique knew her that well, or she was just that obvious.
"Go then, but watch your back out here. We're close to the swamps, no guessing what theifs the alligators will bring in," she tossed a quarter to Rogue and headed to the back kitchen.
Rogue left the house following the road to the town. She knew Mystique wasn't helping her out of motherly nature, but though her telepathy was wearing off, she had the feeling that she needed to do this, for someone who'd been there for her.
In view came a local super mart with a payphone out front. She went into the booth and dropped the quarter in. She breathed in deeply before dialing the number. A ring was heard causing Rogue to hold her breath. She could hang up now and he would never know, but it was too late, he already picked up.
"Hello?" the voice was deep and raspy, the swamp bayou accent apparent.
With one word from him she lost all her nerve and gripped tight to the payphone afraid to loose him and the connection.
"Hello?" he dragged it out that time. "Now whoever on de other line an' know Remy's private number, don' need ta be shy. Dis ol' Cajun be sure not ta bite.hard."
She could hear the smile forming, and she suddenly lost the shyness she had before. "Whay ya dirty ol' Swamp Rat! Ah'm gone fer only three days an' ya talkin' ta strangers on tha phone lahke that!!"
"Aw chere, Remy knew it was you de whole time."
"Ah'm so sure of ya too," Rogue replied quickly.
"It's true, not only did Remy know you'd be missin' him, he de only one he gave dis private number to."
Rogue blushed and thanked god he wasn't there to see it. "How ya'll doin?"
"Good chere, but how you doin'?" his voice got serious.
"Ah'm fahne, ya know meh, ah make it bah okay," she looked around the phone booth aware it was getting dark and she was in an area she was unfamiliar with.
He heard some birds in the background and the insect noises, he knew she was down south in Mississippi or Louisiana. "Where are you?"
"Ah can' tell ya that Cajun."
"An' why not petite?" he was beginning to toy with her again.
"Because knowin' ya, ya'd prolly come crashin' in here tryin' ta get meh back home!"
"Naw chere, jus' tryin' ta get ya back ta Remy is all. Plus he know you in de south anyway, Remy can' here de place callin' ta him."
"hmm," was all Rogue could get out. She was content just listening to the sound of his voice, and for the first time, she noticed there was nothing holding her back or tieing her down. It was just her and Remy right now, and nothing in between.
They both talked for a couple more minutes content listening to the other. It wasn't until Rogue realized the time that she said her goodbyes to Remy. "Ah gotta go sugah, but ah'll call ya real soon, promise."
" Den Remy be waitn' by de phone everyday till ya do chere."
Rogue smiled at his cheap flattery, "Bah Swamp Rat."
"Bah River Rat," then they hung up.
She made her way back to the house and promised to herself never to walk out there at night again. The tall grass made all the predators invisible, even though she knew she was the most dangerous animal to hunt, she didn't need a Magneto hunting her at the moment.
When she walked into the house, she saw a distressed Mystique, and as much as she would love to ignore her mother, being not quite comfortable with her yet, she found herself walking over to the table where she was sitting at.
"What's wrong," Rogue asked.
Mystique looked at her, surprised Rogue would even care to ask. "A couple days ago some mutants were taken into custody by authorities and taken to a mutant prison. Some of them were friends of mine."
"Did they do anythang?"
"They were born different," Mystique was seething with anger as she continued, "The government has taken them to Genosha. And they wonder why we hate them so much." She looked at Rogue as she stood up. " I'm surprised you don't feel as strongly as I do my dear."
"An' whay shoul' ah, ah didn' know any of em'," Rogue said defensively.
"I see you haven't learned yet," Rogue suspicions grew as she eyed her mother for more answers, "One of the mutants they took into custody was a Mr. John Allerdyce," Rogue's eyes widened at the name, "Or Pyro, as you like to call him sometimes."
She lept from her chair, John was one of her best friends, and to see this happen to him made her furious. She had to get him out, no matter what. "We have ta get them Mystique."
"I'm already ahead of you child, Lance and Blob are coming here in a couple days to help with the mission,"
"We can' just wait around fer them Mystique! Who knows what they're doin' ta the othah mutants!"
"And what do you wish me to do Rogue, bust down the door without a plan!?" they both regained their composure, trying to calm down, "Blue prints of the building are coming with the boys, tactics and stradegies will be layed down. We will be ready to leave in two weeks."
Rogue walked out of the room and headed down the hall to her own room. Just when she thought she'd be hanging up the uniform for a while, she was putting it back on. How could she ever tell Remy about this?
*********************************6 a.m.*******************************
A groggy voice answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey Remy."
"Chere, you callin' oftly early, de sun barely up."
"Really? It's been up fo' a while down here," sarcasm was in her voice trying to make the Cajun annoyed at her antics.
"Well, why don' you tell Remy where here is an' he'll come an' see it with you," her plan definitely didn't work.
"Aw, yer no fun Swamp Rat."
"Ye wound me chere, o' course, Remy be a lot more fun in person."
"Yeah ah bet," she said with more sarcasm, "Listen Cajun," now getting down to the point, "Ah won' be able ta call ya as often fo' a while, so I jus' wanna tell ya not ta worry an' don' hang bah tha phone all day."
"Where y goin' Rogue?" still teasing her but worried at the same time.
"No where important Remy, jus' know that ah'll call ya later an' ah love ya," before he had a chance to respond she hung up on him. She sighed and opened the phone booth. Rogue wiped the perspiration off her forehead that had already accumulated in the early morning and began to walk back.
Remy on the other hand was worried. The last time she had told him she loved him, she was doing something she'd regret, and he had a horrible feeling. Although her voice was more confident and healthy this time, he still couldn't shake the feeling. But he hope'd to god, she would let him in before she'd do something she'd regret again.