Work of Art
Chapter Twenty-Two: Not
Exactly As Planned
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
Raven slammed the phone down on the table, her hand was gripping it so hard, her knuckles were white. Her eyes burned with rage as she gritted her teeth.
Julien Boudreaux was a walking dead man.
She grabbed her wine glass from the table and chugged down its contents in the most unlady-like way. She stood up and headed for her room.
Once inside, she opened her closet and pushed aside some clothes and revealed a small safe. Silently, she knelt down and put in the combination. The door unlocked and she pulled it open, pulling out a silver case. Raven sat on her legs in her walk in closet with the case in her lap.
After Kurt was born, she never thought she'd have any use for it again. She'd given up her days as an undercover agent all those years ago. When Rogue came into her life, she had given away all her weapons, except her favorite gun that had gotten her out of so many jams.
She unlatched the case and opened it up. A black specially designed gun looked back at her. She didn't know if she was going to actually shoot Julien or if she was even going to use the gun. All she knew was that Irene wasn't there to stop her from avenging her daughter this time.
Her daughter. The last two weeks, Rogue was HER Rogue again. Back to how it was before she met the low life artist who stole her away. But in those tell tale green eyes that Raven adored, something was missing. She was sure she wasn't the only one that noticed it. Kurt probably noticed, as well as the rest of her friends.
"If I could, darling, I would give you back your memories of that disgusting low life," Raven whispered as she stared down at the case. "If only to stop your crying...but I can't. But I won't let that other bastard get away with what he did to you. No one uses my daughter and hurts her like that."
Her hands wrapped around the all too familiar handle and held it up. It was like riding a bike to her. She sat there, unsure for how long exactly, just contemplating what she would do when that treacherous man walked through the door. She wanted to know what happened that day. If Bella Donna was telling the truth and if really wasn't LeBeau's fault.
Suddenly the phone rang. Raven's head shot up and, still totting the gun, she stood up and headed for the phone. She snatched it from the charger by her bed.
"What is it?" she demanded in a low, dangerous voice.
"Madam Darkholme?" came Bella Donna's nervous voice. "We won't be able t' make it up t' y'r house tonight after all."
"And why not?" Raven snarled.
"Our car ran out of gas and we're stuck on de Golden Gate Bridge," Bella Donna explained. "I'm sorry-"
"Forget it! I want to find out what the hell he did to my daughter NOW, even if I have to come down there myself!" Raven growled. She slammed the phone down and tossed her gun on the bed.
There was no way he would get out of this so easily. Raven grabbed some clothes from her closet and quickly put them on. Tucking the gun beneath her shirt in the small of her back, she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.
As she reached the front door of her house, Kurt's voice rang out. "Mother, where are you going?"
"I have to run a little errand, Kurt," Raven said, not bothering to even look at him. "I won't be gone long."
"Dressed like that?" Kurt asked with a questioning look. The woman was dressed in black leather from head to toe and she turned around and sent a withering look at her son.
"Just stay here and watch your sister, Kurt Wagner-Darkholme!" She barked. She slammed the door and a few seconds later, the sound of her car peeling out of the drive way was heard.
Kurt frowned and walked back into the kitchen. He picked the phone and dialed Jean's number again. After two rings, Jean answered.
"Hey, Kurt? Did Remy arrive?" Jean asked.
"No," Kurt frowned. "My mother just left. I think she vent after zhem. Can you tell Remy?"
"I don't know if he has his phone on him, but I'll try to call him." Jean told him. Kurt nodded and thanked her before hanging up.
Sighing tiredly, he ran his hand through his hair and decided to check up on Rogue. As he reached her room, he paused at the door. She wasn't crying any more. He gave a quiet knock before opening the door just an inch and peeking in.
"Rogue?" Kurt called out quietly. "Rogue, are you awake?" He listened in the dark room for breathing, but heard nothing. His hand felt along the wall for the light switched and turned it on. As soon as light flooded the room, Kurt's mouth dropped. "Rogue?"
Mental note: Tune up Logan's bike. Remy turned off the side streets and swerved on to the free way. He could see the little red lights blinking at the top of the bridge up ahead, peeking up from the encroaching fog. All he had to do was cross the bridge and make his way up the hill to the residence of Raven Darkholme.
Now dat I think about it...dis might be awkward... he mused to himself, imagining the look on Raven's face when he arrived. Hope she doesn't kill me on de spot.
As he sped down the street, he suddenly realized something. He never did figure out why Rogue had gone to a sitting with Julien in the first place. Of course Raven would have something to do with it. The man frowned as his hands tightened. Rogue had mentioned her mother wanting another portrait of her done to hang at her house. She must've hired Julien to paint Rogue, if only so Rogue couldn't see him.
"What de hell do y' have against me...?" Remy mumbled under his breath. He turned on to the bridge. This late at night, there wasn't much traffic. It wasn't odd to see people stopping on the bridge to take a picture. But at this time?
Remy narrowed his eyes as he saw the dark colored car parked off to the side, it's hazard lights on. A shock of golden blonde hair caught his eye. Worn in a familiar style, Remy's eyes widened as he screeched to a halt behind the vehicle. There was only one blonde he knew who wore her hair like that.
Bella Donna whirled around at the sound of a dying motorcycle engine and gasped. She took a step back from the railing that separated the walk way from the road as the tall, red eyed figure slid off the bike. "Remy?"
"What are y' doing here, Belle?" Remy shouted as he got off the bike and stomped over. "You're supposed to be over at de Darkholme's place!" Wind howled from the sides of the bridge as the Bella Donna's eyes darted around nervously.
"Our car ran out of gas!" Belle stuttered as she glanced over nervously at the car. "What are you doing here-"
"Where is he?" Remy demanded furiously. He jumped over the railing to where Belle was standing and glowered.
Belle shook her head. "What are you talking about?" She wrapped her arms around herself, having only a thin long sleeve shirt to keep her warm from the chilling night air.
"Julien!" Remy growled. "I know y' two were going up to Darkholme's house!"
"How'd you find out?" Belle gasped. "And how are you even sure that Julien's with me?"
"Don't lie t' me, Belle," Remy warned. "Y' already gave yourself away by saying dat 'we' ran out of gas. Now tell me where he is!"
"Remy dis ain't got nothing t' do wid you!" Belle hissed.
"It has more t' do wid me den it has wid y'," Remy said. "Where is Julien?"
"LeBeau, heard y' were in N'awlins," a lazy, smug voice drawled out behind him. Remy whirled around and locked eyes with the other man. "Sorry I missed y'."
"What the hell did y' do t' her?" Remy yelled, taking one threatening step forward.
"Just did her a favor, dats all," Julien said snidely as he stood a few paces behind Remy and grinned. "Saved her de heartbreak."
"Y' erased her memory, y' bastard!" Remy growled. "Tell me how t' get it back!"
"Dere ain't no way t' reverse it once it's done, LeBeau," Julien said as he threw back his head and laughed condescendingly. "She'll never get back her memory."
"Dats a lie and y' know it, Boudreaux," Remy hissed. "I'm giving y' one more chance - how do y' get Rogue's memory back!"
"Y' don't get it, do y', LeBeau? Deres no way I'm going to tell you," Julien laughed. "I hated y' ever since I first saw y' at Sunday School. Wid y'r cocky attitude and y'r disregard for others. Y' think I'd let y' get off de hook after what y' did t' Belle?"
"ME?" Belle shouted. "Julien, what de hell are y' talking about! My relationship with Remy doesn't have anything t' do wid y'!"
"Y' forgetting what he did t' y', mon soeur? How he just left one night, not a word. Left y' in tears," Julien reminded her bitterly, his face twisting in disgust. "All y' could do was cry over dat waste of flesh."
"Dats MY problem, Julien! Not y'rs!" Belle screamed frantically as the wind whipped around her face.
"Y' never should've gotten Rogue involved in dis," Remy growled as red eyes smoldered intensely. "She never did anything t' y'! She shouldn't have been involved!"
"Den y' should've never gotten involved wid her," Julien sneered. "Her mere hates y' so much, she was practically pushing de femme on me t' get her away from y'."
The corner of Remy's eyes twitched as he tried to calm himself. Oh, how he wanted to ring Julien's neck and rip out his internal organs. Belle's eyes darted from her brother to her ex-boyfriend nervously. "Stop it!" she cried out. "Julien, let's just go home!"
"Non! Not until he tells me what de hell he did t' Rogue!" Remy growled. "I swear, Julien, if y' don't tell me what happened t' Rogue-"
The sound of a gun being cocked cut off Remy and immediately, the dark haired man's eyes widened. Julien lifted up a hand gun and smirked deviously. Belle screamed. "Julien! What de hell are y' doing?"
"Y' think I'm going t' let y' be happy?" Julien laughed insanely. "I know how much y' cared about de femme. I also know how much Raven Darkholme hates you. Says y'r not good enough for her little Rogue. Dats why when her mother called me t' do a portrait she asked me t' try t' make her see de light about you. And trust moi, I had plenty of ammo. But why do dat when I can just make her fo'get all about Remy LeBeau? Dats much better, non?"
"Y' used voodoo on her? T' get her t' fo'get about me? Y're disgusting, y' know dat?" Remy told him angrily.
"A man has got t' do what he has t' do," Julien grinned. "Y' know what else? De Madam Darkholme called again and asked me...no, more like ordered me to not lay a single hand on her daughter. So I said I wouldn't...'sides, all I had t' do was light up some good ol' powder t' make de belle femme fo'get all about le diable blanc. I didn't even expect y' t' come! But I'm sure glad y' did! Finding her like dat...all bruised and battered and barely dressed...being caressed by y'! It was TOO perfect! I know dose bruises were from de paint cans. She fell against de table and knocked dem over...but like hell I was going t' tell her mere dat!" Julien laughed, infuriating the already pissed to hell Remy.
"I'm going to kill y', Julien!"
"Wid what, LeBeau?" Julien grinned. "A deck of cards?"
"Julien, put the gun down!" Belle screamed. She was about to run in front of Remy, knowing full well her brother wouldn't shoot her, when Remy held his arm out to stop her. "Remy, are you crazy? Y' know Julien's a good shot! He'll kill you!"
"Y' hate me dat much? Y' really wanna kill me?" Remy snorted. "Always knew y' were crazy."
"I ain't gonna kill y'," Julien grinned. "I want y' t' live. Live and spend de rest of y'r life knowing dat de one woman y' ever loved fo'got all about y'. Dere is no hell like dat," He smirked and motioned his head towards the car. "Belle, get in de car."
"I thought you said you were out of gas," A sultry, commanding voice wrapped around the Cajun trio like the fog that was creeping into the bay. "And here I came all this way to offer my assistance."
Julien whirled around at the sound of the womanﾁfs voice and suddenly felt something cold pressed against his forehead. A pair of eyes stared at him with utmost contempt as ruby colored lips sneered back at him. "Ma...Madam Darkholme!"
"Drop the gun."
"Y' wouldn't shoot me." he told her, completely assured that a uptown woman like Raven would never be able to lower herself to murder. Instead he received a cold smirk.
"You want to try me?" she challenged. "Drop it." she ordered again, this time pressed the barrel of the gun deeper against his skin.
"We were just on our way t' see y'," Julien told her coolly as he lowered the gun slowly. "But LeBeau caught up with us-"
"I've heard enough already," Raven said in her eerily calm and collected voice. "You disregarded my order. You put my daughter into physical danger. You tampered with her mind using voodoo. You used her as a tool against your enemy. And now she is goes through her days missing her...how would you people put it? Joie de vivre."
"Eloquently spoken, Mrs. Darkholme." Remy piped up. He would've sworn that if Raven weren't glowering at Julien, he would've gotten one hell of a death glare.
"What you did to my daughter is unforgivable," Raven hissed. "And I cannot allow you to get away with it."
"Y' gonna kill me now? Is dat it?" Julien smirked. "Y're too old t' get me, lady!" Julien suddenly shoved Raven back and lifted his gun. Before he even got a chance to aim, a muffled shot rang through the air, followed by a howl of pain. "AHHHH!"
"Julien!" Belle screamed as she ran from Remy's side to her brothers. Raven was on the concrete, gritting her teeth as hair fell over her face. A furious glare was on her face as she lowered the smoking gun. Julien had fallen to his knees, desperately clutching his hand as blood poured from the bullet wound. "You shot him! You shot him!" Belle screamed. She glared at Raven through tear filled eyes. "Why did you do that?"
"My dear, are you blind?" Raven spat out as she stood up and swept back her hair. "He was about to shoot ME. Just be happy his hand was all I shot."
"Mrs. Darkholme..." Remy began, unsure of what to do now.
Discriminating eyes looked at the tall artist up and down and then she lifted her nose in distaste. "You'd think I'd be glad that my daughter dumped an obviously inferior man like you," she grumbled as she straightened out the black leather jacket around her body. "But she's crying so hard a night, I can't sleep."
Remy smirked slightly. "Didn't know y' could shoot."
"Remember that when you come near my daughter again," Raven told him. "I as an agent for the U.S. Government in my native Germany before marrying Kurt's father."
Dat would explain the scary gun totting abilities... Remy nodded. "Does dis mean y're giving me and Rogue y'r blessings."
"Oh, God no, don't be absurd!" Raven snorted. "I'm merely willing to put up with you until she realizes the folly of her choices and leaves you of her own free will. No voodoo."
Remy struggled to hide his knowing smirk. "And y're positive Rogue'll dump me?"
"Of course she will-"
"Julien!" Belle's voice cut in and the conversing odd couple stopped in mid sentence. Julien, still bleeding and apparently forgotten shoved, Belle backwards against the railing. The blonde woman fell back against the metal bars as Julien scrambled up. He clutched his bleeding hand to his chest as he gritted his teeth and stumbled to the side of the bridge.
"What de hell are y' doing, homme-" Remy began. He rushed forward, but Julien just smirked, satisfied.
"Y're never going t' get her back," Julien smirked. "She's never going to remember y'...not when y' can't cancel out de spell." He threw his head back and laughed maliciously.
"Julien, we need t' get y' t' a hospital!" Belle screamed.
"I can take care of myself, Belle." Julien grinned and began to scale the barrier. Belle's eyes nearly fell out of her sockets as the wounded man stood on the ledge of the bridge.
"Julien!" Belle screamed.
"Julien, stop!" Remy ran forward, arms outstretched to grab the man.
"I don't need help from y'." Julien sneered at Remy one last time before he stuck his foot out and stepped over the edge.
"Logan, you horrible man!" Jean Paul gasped in mock horror as he put down his steaming cup of hot coffee. "When Remy gets back, you apologize to him for hitting him!"
"I ain't apologizing to nobody." Logan grumbled. They were at his apartment, where Jean Paul said he would meet them for some late night coffee and cake, at Jean's eager agreement, to celebrate Jean placing at a tournament. She had gotten second place in beginners in her age group.
"It's okay, Jean Paul," Jean said as she put a fork through her slice of burnt almond cake. "He did lend Remy his bike."
"If puts ONE scratch on it..." Logan began.
"We know, we know..." the two others sighed. "You'll kill him."
Logan bristled and snorted. "Well, I ain't gonna give him a hug."
Jean and Jean Paul laughed as a happy tune ran from Jean's purse. Still chuckling, the red head lifted up her phone. "Hey, Kurt," Jean said with a smile. "Any news?"
Logan and Jean Paul watched Jean's brilliant smile fade into a worried frown. Logan frowned as well. "Something wrong, darlin'?"
Jean held her hand up, asking for a moment to listen to Kurt's nervous sounding voice. "What do you mean she's not there?"
"I checked her bedroom and bathroom, zhe closet, even under zhe bed!" Kurt exclaimed as he was practically running around the house.
"Did you check the other rooms?" Jean asked.
"Of course I did!" Kurt sounded frantic. "She's no vhere to be found and..." His voice trailed off as he passed by the front window and froze. Suddenly Jean's ears were graced with the sound of numerous words, which she assumed were German curses.
"Kurt! Kurt! What's going on?"
"SHE TOOK MY CAR!" Kurt nearly screamed. She could hear him panting as he ran through the house. "My keys are missing!"
"So she sneaked out and stole your car?" Jean asked, confused.
"I don't know..." Kurt let out a groan of frustration. "She must've! God, how does she do zhat?" Of course he knew he shouldn't have been foolish enough to just leave his car keys laying around on that table in the upstairs hall way. But he never excepted his own sister to take off in his car...without his permission.
"Where could she have gone?" Jean asked.
"I don't know!"
"What about your mother? Have you tried to call her?" Jean asked.
"I tried," Kurt sighed as he fell back on the stairs and ran a hand down his face. "But her phone started to ring in her room. She didn't bring it vith her on her little 'errand'."
"Oh no, she'll completely loose it when she finds out Rogue ran away!"
"ROGUE RAN AWAY?" Logan and Jean Paul chorused, loud enough for Kurt to hear over the phone.
Logan groaned and ran a hand down his face in frustration. "That girl never did learn...always running away when things got rough."
"Well...how do you know she just didn't...you know...go back to your apartment?" Jean Paul suggested. Jean's eyes lit up.
"Kurt, maybe she went back to our apartment!" she beamed. "I'll go there and check! You wait for your mom. I'll call you if we find anything."
"Okay," Kurt agreed. "Hey, did you ever contact Remy?"
"No, he's not answering his phone," Jean frowned. "I've tried to call him several times."
On the other end of the line, Kurt let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, we'll try to track him down later. You go to your apartment. Call me if you find her."
"Right!" Jean snapped her phone closed and turned to look at her friends. "Jean Paul, think you can drive me to my place?"
"I can take ya." Logan began, but Jean shook her head.
"Someone has to stay here until Remy gets back," Jean said as she started gathering her things. She grabbed her jacket and put it on as Jean Paul put on his. "We'll call you if anything happens" Logan snorted and frowned, but nodded.
Just before he was about to close the door, he felt a small kiss on his cheek and froze. "That better have been from Jean..." he grumbled as his eyes narrowed. Jean Paul laughed and Jean beamed him a smile.
"Thanks so much, Logan! You're the best!" Jean shouted as she ran after Jean Paul.
"JULIEN!" Belle screamed, horrified as her brother plummeted down into the cold waters of San Francisco bay.
"Merde..." Remy growled. Clenching his hands at his sides, he swore. Without hesitation, he climbed over the railing.
"Remy! Not y', too, cher!" Belle screamed out. She scrambled to her feet and ran after him.
"Belle! Get in de car and go home!" Remy shouted over the roar of the wind and the ocean. "Mrs. Darkholme! Go back home!"
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, young man! Just because I said my daughter can-" Raven began, but Remy cut her off.
"Belle, get in de car and go home! Call the police and tell dem t' send someone - tell dem someone jumped!" Remy ordered. Belle was in tears after witnessing her brother attempt suicide and now, the man she still had feelings for, was standing out on the ledge.
"Remy, don't y' dare jump in dere!" Belle screamed.
A hand clamped down on Belle's arm and she dragged the girl in the direction her car and handed her the car keys. "Can you drive home?"
"What?" Belle growled. "Lady, are y' crazy? Y're just gonna leave him out dere-"
"The longer you talk, the less chance your brother is alive," Raven spat out. "Now take my car and drive yourself home. I will pick up my car tomorrow."
"But...Remy!" Belle gasped.
"Don't worry about me, cher," Remy said as he looked over his shoulder and gave her a wink. "Luck's always been on my side."
Belle looked at Remy and at Raven unsurely. She nodded and started the car. "He better be alive, Remy!"
"Dat's a promise, cher!" Belle took out her phone and began to dial 911 as she ran towards Raven's car.
"Mrs. Darkholme!" Remy shouted as he dug into his pocket. "Can y' ride a bike?"
"Shut up and dive before the police arrive!" Raven snapped. She caught the keys he tossed at her effortlessly. The second she turned around, she heard a flutter of cloth. She looked over her shoulder. Remy was no longer on the ledge.
"Rogue?" Jean burst into their apartment and looked around. She instantly began turning on all the lights. "Jean Paul, check the kitchen and living room, I'll check the bedrooms!"
"Sure thing!" Jean Paul closed the door behind them and rushed to the living area. Jean shot down the hall. She didn't even bothering knocking on Rogue's door as she barged in and looked around.
She hadn't moved anything, let alone entered, since Rogue went to live with her mother two weeks earlier, when she got out of the hospital. Jean flipped on the lights and her eyes shot open wide with surprise. "JEAN PAUL!"
"What! What is it?" Jean Paul ran in and skidded to a halt next to Jean. "What happened here?"
"Rogue happened here," Jean said. She rushed to the open closet and looked inside. "Her suit cases are gone...so are some of her clothes."
"Didn't she move back with her mother?"
"Yes, but she had a duffel bag, not suit cases," Jean said. She walked past Jean Paul and went into the bathroom. "Her travel bag is gone..." Jean walked back out and stopped. Her eyes were focused on the two clear glass panels on the bed. They had been taken apart and the parchment that they had encased was missing.
"What is it?" Jean Paul asked. He followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Glass?"
"She took the sketch..." Jean murmured. "Why would she take the sketch...?"
"What sketch?"
Jean sighed. "Jean Paul, weren't you listening to me and Wanda the other day when we had dinner with your friend Ororo?" Jean frowned. "Remy gave Rogue a priceless original Raphael sketch that he owned because he had lent it to the museum. He first saw Rogue when she was looking at it."
Jean Paul's face softened. "That's so romantic..." He grinned. "And so Remy." he added as an after thought.
"Maybe that's it, maybe she remembered and went to Remy's!" Jean exclaimed excitedly.
"I'll call Logan, maybe he heard her knocking on Remy's door," Jean Paul said, hoping the exact same thing as Jean was. He reached for Rogue's house phone on her night stand and dialed in Logan's number. After one ring, a gruff voice answered. "Logan, it's JP. Has anyone knocked on Remy's door? Maybe Rogue went there?"
Jean watched Jean Paul's face intensely, hoping that he showed some sign that Rogue was indeed there. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. Jean's face fell. "I guess it was too much to hope...I mean...her luggage is missing..."
Jean Paul hung up the phone and looked around. "Well...she's not here now...and she's not at Remy's..."
"I'll call Kurt and the others." Jean sighed. She walked out of the room, followed by Jean Paul. She sat on a stool by the breakfast bar and began to dial the numbers of the usual suspects as Jean Paul walked over to Rogue's desk. He looked through the books on her shelves.
"Does Rogue like to travel?" Jean Paul asked.
Jean nodded as she rubbed her head. "Yes...She has a little guide book for all the places she's been. She puts her own notes in the margins."
Jean Paul grinned. "Has she been to Europe?"
"Of course she has, her mother and brother are German," Jean sighed. She paused and turned around. "Why?"
Jean Paul pointed to an empty spot in the book shelf. "Frommer's Guide to Europe seems to be missing."
Kurt was pacing the living room floor when he heard the front door open. Instantly, his head perked up and he ran to the front door. "Mother!"
"Kurt, I just noticed that your car wasn't parked out front-"
"Rogue is-" Kurt paused and looked over his mother's shoulder. "Vhen did you get a motorcycle?"
Raven frowned. "It's a long story. What are you still doing up this late?"
Kurt ignored her mothering and frowned. "Mother, Rogue is missing."
Raven's head shot up. "WHAT?"
"I vent to check on her after you left and she vasn't in her room. I checked zhe entire house and zhen I realized my car keys were missing and so vas my car," Kurt explained. "I called Jean and had her to go to zheir apartment, but she hasn't called yet-"
"She can't be gone! When would she have time to leave?" Raven gasped. She shot past Kurt and ran up the stairs to see for herself. As she burst through Rogue's bedroom doors, she found the bed empty. Obviously it had been slept in, but the sliding glass door was also open. Raven swore. She started regretting putting a deck outside Rogue's bedroom.
The phone began to ring and Kurt ran over to the nearest phone. Snatching it up, he brought it to his ear. "Hello?"
Jean's half excited, half worried voice rang clear as a bell through the line. "She went to Europe!"
Rogue took her boarding pass from the woman at the counter and gave her a thankful smile as she headed towards the security check point. She had bought the last seat on a plane headed for London. The last plane was leaving from San Francisco International and she quickly got through security to catch it.
She arrived at her gate just as her row was being called to enter the plane. Rogue took a deep breath and took her phone out of her pocket. She quickly dialed the number to her mother's house, but the line was busy. She hung up and dialed the number to her apartment. The line was also busy.
"Gawd...Ah finally get the nerve ta call them..." she grumbled. She hung up and dialed the first number that came to her head. After four rings, she reached an aswering machine with one of those automated voices telling her to leave a message. There was a small beep. "Listen, Ah don't really know who Ah called...oh, Gawd...that sounded dumb. Anyway, Kurt, yahr car is at SFO's parking lot, short term parking. Don't know when yah'll are gonna get this message. But Ah'm just gonna go away for a while. Ah'm about ta board a plane...don't ask ta where. Ah need ta think about some stuff. Momma, Kurt, Jean, Betsy, Kitty...don't yah dare come after meh! Ah need ta sort some stuff out. Ah'll come home when Ah'm ready...bye."
Rogue hung up and Logan stared at Remy's answering machine. He didn't want to answer the phone, after all, he'd only come in using the key the Cajun hid under Logan's doormat after Jean Paul called to see if Rogue had gone there. He was hesitant at first, but now he was glad that he did. He picked up the phone and dialed Jean's phone number.
Jean Paul answered. "Logan?"
"Rogue's at the airport - SFO," Logan told him calmly. "She's boarding a plane."
A.N. - Thank you all for the well wishes to get healthier, even if there is some sort of conspiracy to make me go home ill. If you're curious, I live about an hour from San Francisco, so it's been getting cold, but no snow or anything. Side note, as if 2003, over a thousand people have jumped off GG Bridge, around 20 have survived. Um...sorry if the story suddenly got weird(er). Please be patient with me and thank you all again for reading!