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Leaving
"Où aimeriez-vous aller, Mademoiselle?"
Rogue snapped out of her daydreaming state and looked up into the questioning eyes of the cab driver who had apparently spoken to her. "Ah'm sorry. Ah just spaced out there for a moment. Uh, Ah can't understand ya. Do ya speak English?" she asked his, going over her words slowly, lest he not be a fluent speaker of her native language. The man smiled at her and continued to babble in French. Rogue sighed discontentedly as she looked at her watch; a quarter to three in the morning. This was going to be a long ride back to the hotel she was staying at.
Faint signals from behind the cab approached, getting louder with every passing second. Rogue used her sleeve to clear the dirty mist from the glass of her window and watched as a police car gradually rode down the street. The car stopped abruptly at the sight of her in the cab window. "What have Ah done now?" Rogue muttered to herself, shaking her head in agitation. It could possibly be the cab driver's fault, but she doubted that highly.
A man, around his late thirties, knocked on Rogue's car door. He wore a dark blue suit and cap that he tipped at her. His gold badge shone brightly, as if he had spent all night polishing it. She rolled down her window and poked her head through the gap. "Yes. What can Ah help ya with, Officer ..." She hastily read his name off of his badge and added, "Larry. Officer Larry."
Officer Larry looked down at a pad of paper he held in his right hand. "I need you to get out of the car, Mademoiselle," he said to her, taking a walkie-talkie off of his belt and murmuring a few French words into it. He grabbed the handle of the door and politely held it open for her. Rogue decided to follow the policeman's orders as a word of advice from Professor Xavier popped into her mind: 'Don't argue with the authorities.' He told her that the night before she left, like he was reading into the future. She stepped out of the car and stood up, grabbing the officer's outstretched palm with her own gloved hand. "You are Mademoiselle Rogue, oui?" She nodded her head in response. "Please get in the car."
She stepped inside the car and sat down in the leathery seat, buckling her seatbelt tightly over her lap. Another policeman sat up front in the passenger seat. He looked back at her and tipped his hat, in the process, wiggling his eyebrows and showing off his two front teeth, gold coated. Rogue vomited inside of her mouth, but immediately swallowed it back down. Once the other man got back inside of the car, Rogue asked, "Sir, may Ah ask ya what Ah did?"
"Monsieur Summers and Mademoiselle Grey were very upset upon discovering that you weren't in bed when they came to check up on you around midnight. Be very glad they called us, though. On these streets, you could've been laying in a ditch somewhere, incredibly maimed, or worse," he explained to her as the three drove along the French streets.
Rogue got a few dirty looks from bystanders who saw her in the backseat of the police car. She just ignored them as best as she could; they didn't know what was happening---the current situation. Therefore, they couldn't judge her if they didn't know here or the offense she hadn't even committed. That was another word of advice she had been given before she left, only this time, it was from Logan instead of the Professor.
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Once arriving at the designated hotel, Officer Larry and Officer Russell---the other man's name, as he claimed---escorted Rogue back up to her three bedroom suite. She was bombarded with hugs from her fellow teammates. Scott led her over to a chair while Jean reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, which she handed over to Rogue. Slowly, she sipped it up. "Are you alright?" Scott asked worriedly. "What happened? Where were you?"
Rogue took in a deep, serious breath to prepare her for the lie ahead. "Ah went dancin' at a club last night and lost track of tahme. Ah caught a cab and was about ta come back ta the hotel when Officer Larry caught sight of meh and accompanied me back here, with the help of Officer Russell, of course." She took another swig of water and gulped it down.
Jean yawned and covered up her mouth with the palm of her hand, the lines of her mouth stretching as she widened her jaw. "We're both relieved that you're okay." She patted Rogue's shoulder and smiled slightly. "Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going back to bed. I'll see you later," she said before sauntering back into her room. The silk, rubber ducky robe Scott had bought her dragged across the royal blue carpet.
Scott shook the officers' hands and guided both men to the door, bolting it behind them. He headed to his own room, directly across from Jean's and stepped inside the threshold, but not before saying, "Rogue, you had us scared ... real scared. We were about to call the rest of the Institute on a search party. We all love you and don't want anything to happen to you. We're all here for you. I'm going back to bed, but don't forget what I just told you; we love you." And with those final words, he walked into his room. The door softly shut behind him.
Rogue curled up into a little ball on the chair and snuggled up against the giant pillow she laid her head on. 'Great,' she thought to herself. 'Now Ah feel guilty.'
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Nightfall soon came and after unsuccessfully recruiting the new mutant, Ames, the three X-Men were directed to come back to the Mansion. Scott had already loaded up the X-Jet with their suitcases and at the present time, was helping Jean prepare for takeoff. Rogue sat a few aisles back from the happy, go-lucky couple and stared out the window and up at the stars. Her mind kept bouncing back and forth between her first and last meeting with Remy and the X-Men finding out about the inexcusable incident.
'Nothing's going to happen,' she convinced herself.
In about seven hours, half the time it would take for a normal airplane to get back from France to Bayville, New York, provided going through different time zones, Scott, who had relieved Jean of piloting the jet several hours ago, lowered the X-Jet in the hangar.
"Stripes?" Logan called into what seemed like a vacant aircraft. "Are ya in here?"
He heard a soft, muffled voice answer him. Stepping in farther, he came upon a sleeping Rogue and smiled. The permanent white strands of hair covered up her face. Carefully, Wolverine pushed them away, revealing the beautiful girl beneath. He gently picked her up, making sure not to touch her lethal skin. An unfamiliar scent wafted in the air and Logan wondered---could Rogue have met someone in France? He pushed the idea away, believing it impossible with her powers, and carried the girl to her room. He tenderly laid her down on her bed and pulled her comforter over her.
As he exited, he muttered under his breath, "I'm startin' ta grow a soft spot for these kids."
- I just wanted to say that this is set before "Cajun Spice". Thanks for all the review---I feel so special. xmengirlzrule -
