The music was loud, and Rogue quickly lost herself in the music. It had
been months since she had let herself indulge like this. She knew she
wouldn't get the chance after the plan was set into motion. The D.J.
changed the song from rap to a t.A.T.u. song called "Not Gonna Get Us."
Even though Rogue was mainly rock she had been known to dabble in other
genres. This happened to be one of her favorite songs.
The water splashed as she danced. People bumped into her, she into them. Occasionally someone would turn around and engage her in a "grindathon" but Rogue didn't mind. She couldn't remember the last time she had had this much fun. Slowly Rogue stopped dancing and walked off the dance floor. She looked grief stricken and people moved out of her way. The problem was that suddenly Rogue could remember the last time she had had this much fun.
***(Flashback)***
Cheers came up from the tables as the bride and groom walked into the room. Rogue smiled as she took her seat at the head table. Sean sat beside her and grasped her hand under the table. He leaned over and whispered, "It'll be over soon. Grin and bear it darling."
Rogue's answer to that was a pinch to his arm. He jumped and tickled her side. The best man, Kurt, stood in one lithe motion. He rose up a champagne class and spoke. "To zhe happy couple, you hurt mein schwester and I vill hurt you. Rogue, you vant an annulment you call me." The crowd laughed at that since Kurt had just recently passed the bar to become a lawyer. "No, veally. I hope you find zhe happiness you've searched for, and Sean is a very lucky man." The tables rang with applause. Kurt drank down all his champagne in one gulp and sat back down.
Rogue smiled as she looked at her new husband, Sean Cassidy. She was Mrs. Sean Cassidy. Rogue and Banshee. Who would have thought it? The music started up and Rogue and Sean rose from their seats. Rogue's wedding gown was beautiful. Kitty had picked it up in New York before coming to Scotland for the wedding. Sean pulled her into his arms as they began to waltz.
"Ah thought we decided that waltzing was stupid."
"Love, you just can't dance it well."
"Mah music comes more under the genre of headbanger."
"I love you anyways." Sean gave that smile, the smile of his that melted her knees and made her stomach flutter. It was devastating. She had been the recipient of that smile for six months, ever since she had left the institute. At the thought of the institute Rogue features darkened. Sean of course knew immediately what she was thinking about. "You wish they were here."
"Yes, but I also wish that I had been strong enough to help."
"Rogue, you couldn't have helped. No one even really knows what happened yet. Besides, it brought you to me." Sean smiled again. NO as bright as before, more of an echo. He stopped dancing and pulled her veil back over her face. Leaning down he kissed her through it. Rogue laughed. Sean had been the only person she had ever known who had known about her mutation and not really cared. He had grabbed her from behind and taken her swimming, almost as if she was normal. It was because of that that she had fell in love with him so deeply. Sean was her life. Rogue truly believed that she would not be alive today without him.
Sean, sensing that her mind was miles away, gave a signal to the D.J. A slow tune started up that immediately caught Rogue's attention. She laughed, a loud infectious laugh that came out easier that it should have. Wheatus's "Teenage Dirtbag." She had played that song on their first date. Rogue had claimed that she knew what Sean was, a teenage dirtbag, though of course he was twenty-three. Sean had form then claimed that this was their song. Sean began to swing Rogue around in a circle. Then pulling her toward him he lifted her off her feet. Pulling her close he whispered so that only she would hear. "Told you I'd sweep you off your feet."
***(End Flashback)***
Rogue shook herself out the reverie. She could not dwell on the past, or in this case the future. If she did she would begin to doubt herself and there was no room for that here. Rogue cast out her senses and knew that John was waiting. Quickly she left the club and went to the forest.
***
John didn't like the forest. He hadn't ever since Genosha. Strange how spending two weeks living in the forest hiding from commandos could affect you. Rogue would be here soon. Or at least that's what John hoped. He had felt prying eyes on him the entire way here. Lighting up a cigarette he leaned on a tree and listened to the music drifting from the club. He remembered the club, he and Amara had spent a couple dates there before. She had thought it would be best to take him to a place where it would be hard to catch a fire. Course that had been before they had stolen that from him. Sucking in the bitter smoke he realized that it some way he missed Amara. But after he couldn't sense the "heat" coming from her he had realized that she was not that interesting at all.
A twig snapped from his right. He was instantly on alert. It wasn't a movement actually, more of a tensing. When Rogue stepped out into the light he still didn't relax. Above him in the tree Gambit sat. He could bring Piotr up here because he hadn't wanted anyone to hear them. So Piotr was in front of the club waiting for him. Remy LeBeau let out a deep breathe when Rouge stepped into the light. She was wearing a skintight body suit of green and yellow. She looked different somehow. Then he realized what it was. She was somehow older. Her hair was down to her waist and fell in wavy curls. She had an edge to her that had taken the place of the insecurity that he had sensed before. He didn't like this change, he had no control over the situation and he definitely didn't like that.
"Rogue?"
"John?" They circled each other. Though Rogue knew instantly that it was John, she knew that John's caution would cause him to doubt who she was. He would require proof.
"Tell me something that only you would know."
"You can no longer control fire." John shrugged as if to say "more."
Rogue smiled as she knew exactly what she would say. "You have my name tattoed on your ass."
"Which name?"
Rogue smiled broader. "Marie Darkholme Cassidy."
John let out a breath. "Good to see you. Now you want to tell me why?"
"Yah never passed out in mah bed while Ah was gone again."
"No, I mean why are we here?"
"Kurt miscalculated. We're two weeks too early."
"Where's Katherine?"
"She'll be here soon. But we have another problem."
"What?" Rogue's eyes drifted up. John stepped close as if to kiss her.
"How many?"
"One. Y'ready?" John nodded. Rogue reached up with Magneto's mutant ability and pulled down the eavesdropper. Remy fell to the ground before them. He smiled nervously and put his hands up in placating gesture.
Rogue smiled big and wide. "Now what are we going to do with you?"
***
For anyone interested this is the picture that I used to show Rogue's wedding gown.
The gown can be seen at
So, are we shocked?
The water splashed as she danced. People bumped into her, she into them. Occasionally someone would turn around and engage her in a "grindathon" but Rogue didn't mind. She couldn't remember the last time she had had this much fun. Slowly Rogue stopped dancing and walked off the dance floor. She looked grief stricken and people moved out of her way. The problem was that suddenly Rogue could remember the last time she had had this much fun.
***(Flashback)***
Cheers came up from the tables as the bride and groom walked into the room. Rogue smiled as she took her seat at the head table. Sean sat beside her and grasped her hand under the table. He leaned over and whispered, "It'll be over soon. Grin and bear it darling."
Rogue's answer to that was a pinch to his arm. He jumped and tickled her side. The best man, Kurt, stood in one lithe motion. He rose up a champagne class and spoke. "To zhe happy couple, you hurt mein schwester and I vill hurt you. Rogue, you vant an annulment you call me." The crowd laughed at that since Kurt had just recently passed the bar to become a lawyer. "No, veally. I hope you find zhe happiness you've searched for, and Sean is a very lucky man." The tables rang with applause. Kurt drank down all his champagne in one gulp and sat back down.
Rogue smiled as she looked at her new husband, Sean Cassidy. She was Mrs. Sean Cassidy. Rogue and Banshee. Who would have thought it? The music started up and Rogue and Sean rose from their seats. Rogue's wedding gown was beautiful. Kitty had picked it up in New York before coming to Scotland for the wedding. Sean pulled her into his arms as they began to waltz.
"Ah thought we decided that waltzing was stupid."
"Love, you just can't dance it well."
"Mah music comes more under the genre of headbanger."
"I love you anyways." Sean gave that smile, the smile of his that melted her knees and made her stomach flutter. It was devastating. She had been the recipient of that smile for six months, ever since she had left the institute. At the thought of the institute Rogue features darkened. Sean of course knew immediately what she was thinking about. "You wish they were here."
"Yes, but I also wish that I had been strong enough to help."
"Rogue, you couldn't have helped. No one even really knows what happened yet. Besides, it brought you to me." Sean smiled again. NO as bright as before, more of an echo. He stopped dancing and pulled her veil back over her face. Leaning down he kissed her through it. Rogue laughed. Sean had been the only person she had ever known who had known about her mutation and not really cared. He had grabbed her from behind and taken her swimming, almost as if she was normal. It was because of that that she had fell in love with him so deeply. Sean was her life. Rogue truly believed that she would not be alive today without him.
Sean, sensing that her mind was miles away, gave a signal to the D.J. A slow tune started up that immediately caught Rogue's attention. She laughed, a loud infectious laugh that came out easier that it should have. Wheatus's "Teenage Dirtbag." She had played that song on their first date. Rogue had claimed that she knew what Sean was, a teenage dirtbag, though of course he was twenty-three. Sean had form then claimed that this was their song. Sean began to swing Rogue around in a circle. Then pulling her toward him he lifted her off her feet. Pulling her close he whispered so that only she would hear. "Told you I'd sweep you off your feet."
***(End Flashback)***
Rogue shook herself out the reverie. She could not dwell on the past, or in this case the future. If she did she would begin to doubt herself and there was no room for that here. Rogue cast out her senses and knew that John was waiting. Quickly she left the club and went to the forest.
***
John didn't like the forest. He hadn't ever since Genosha. Strange how spending two weeks living in the forest hiding from commandos could affect you. Rogue would be here soon. Or at least that's what John hoped. He had felt prying eyes on him the entire way here. Lighting up a cigarette he leaned on a tree and listened to the music drifting from the club. He remembered the club, he and Amara had spent a couple dates there before. She had thought it would be best to take him to a place where it would be hard to catch a fire. Course that had been before they had stolen that from him. Sucking in the bitter smoke he realized that it some way he missed Amara. But after he couldn't sense the "heat" coming from her he had realized that she was not that interesting at all.
A twig snapped from his right. He was instantly on alert. It wasn't a movement actually, more of a tensing. When Rogue stepped out into the light he still didn't relax. Above him in the tree Gambit sat. He could bring Piotr up here because he hadn't wanted anyone to hear them. So Piotr was in front of the club waiting for him. Remy LeBeau let out a deep breathe when Rouge stepped into the light. She was wearing a skintight body suit of green and yellow. She looked different somehow. Then he realized what it was. She was somehow older. Her hair was down to her waist and fell in wavy curls. She had an edge to her that had taken the place of the insecurity that he had sensed before. He didn't like this change, he had no control over the situation and he definitely didn't like that.
"Rogue?"
"John?" They circled each other. Though Rogue knew instantly that it was John, she knew that John's caution would cause him to doubt who she was. He would require proof.
"Tell me something that only you would know."
"You can no longer control fire." John shrugged as if to say "more."
Rogue smiled as she knew exactly what she would say. "You have my name tattoed on your ass."
"Which name?"
Rogue smiled broader. "Marie Darkholme Cassidy."
John let out a breath. "Good to see you. Now you want to tell me why?"
"Yah never passed out in mah bed while Ah was gone again."
"No, I mean why are we here?"
"Kurt miscalculated. We're two weeks too early."
"Where's Katherine?"
"She'll be here soon. But we have another problem."
"What?" Rogue's eyes drifted up. John stepped close as if to kiss her.
"How many?"
"One. Y'ready?" John nodded. Rogue reached up with Magneto's mutant ability and pulled down the eavesdropper. Remy fell to the ground before them. He smiled nervously and put his hands up in placating gesture.
Rogue smiled big and wide. "Now what are we going to do with you?"
***
For anyone interested this is the picture that I used to show Rogue's wedding gown.
The gown can be seen at
So, are we shocked?