Hi everyone! I am in a super mood because I'm listening to all these awesome musicals and I'm just having a blast. So if the chapter is a little more awkward than usual, then sorry.

Hey, I was listening to "Annie Get Your Gun," and I swear that Annie, in the musical, could be Rogue, so this gives me an idea… strokes imaginary goatee

Oh, and is it true that we can't put up songfics anymore? 'Cause if so then I am totally bummed 'cause I had this great idea… sigh

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Chapter Two

She was on the roof again. She didn't know why- after all, that stupid Cajun could be there- but she was always attracted to the sky.

Rogue looked at the stars, saw their never ending patterns and stories, and immediately forgot where and who she was. She felt confusion, she felt peace- she felt home.

Rogue sighed and looked away. She didn't want to remember home.

'Besides,' she thought, 'I don't have a home anymore.'

Then, almost as if to spite herself, she looked up again and felt her green eyes widen at the wonders above her.

She wondered what it would be like to fly; she wondered what it would be like to float in the air and not care that she was going to fall; she wondered if Earl was still washing dishes…

She let out a frustrated sigh and let her head fall back. 'Stupid Stella. Why'd she have to invite me?' she thought, glaring at the constellation of Stella Fields that she saw in the stars.

Rogue looked elsewhere and tried to focus on other matters. She went on this long without any homesickness, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Getting lost in the stars was a habit that Rogue had ever since the womb, so said her "family" back in Caldecott County. "Yoh mama wanted ta be an astronaut," Diana told her when she was five or so, "She prob'ly woulda been one, too- she was real smart, sugah- but yoh daddy came along and, Gawd rest her soul, she decided to be a housewahfe an' take care a' ya." Then Diana shook her head and went on about her business, never finishing the story.

"Mah motha," Rogue said aloud, tasting the words in her mouth, rolling them over with her tongue. She scoffed, deciding she didn't like the taste and said, "What motha?"

Rogue lied down to get a better view. It was so easy to lose herself- why couldn't everything else be this easy? Why wasn't forgetting the past this easy? Why wasn't starting over this easy? Why wasn't peace between people this easy?

She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to give them a rest from such a dazzling and loathsome sight. She shoved her hands in her pockets- why was it so cold?- and, to her amazement, found some paper. She pulled it out and it was the invitation. She glared at the happy blue color of the envelope and said, "Can't ya jus' leave meh alone? Ah'm thinkin' 'bout it, alrahght?"

Rogue pulled out the invitation, and then another piece of paper fell out. Her eyes looked upward, accusing Whoever that she was going to get them when she was through with everyone else on earth.

She opened the folded paper. 'Great,' Rogue rolled her eyes, 'A letter.'

"Dear Rogue,

How the hell did you get to New York? We searched high and low for you! Then Irene told us where you were and what happened and everything. Rogue, why didn't you stay? We all love you very much (yes, even Earl) and we miss you sorely. You know we wouldn't have turned you away if you needed a place to stay. We're not mutant haters like all those other no-good wannabe humans! Please, Rogue, come to the wedding. Stella doesn't know we sent you an invitation and she would be so happy if you were there. We all would be happy. We're just not a family without you, Rogue. Come home.

Love,

Diana

P.S. And bring someone along. Someone will need to tell you it wasn't a dream when you get back to New York."

Rogue didn't even realize she was crying until Remy wiped a tear away with a gloved finger. Rogue jumped when she felt his touch and immediately went on a rampage, "Swamp Rat, how many tahmes do Ah have ta tell ya ta leave meh alone!"

"At least once more, chere," Remy said, his eyes filled with pain for her, "At least once more. Always."

"Fahne. Leave. Meh. Alone," the Southern mutant said, getting up to leave. But that damn Cajun pulled her back down and made her sit.

"Rogue," Gambit said in a tone that Rogue did not like at all, "Y' are goin' t' dat weddin'. Ok?"

"Ah am not and ya cain't make meh!"

"Wanna bet?'

"No, but Ah still ain't goin', and that's that."

"What are y' scared of, chere? Dat letter said dey wanted t' see y' again."

Those emerald eyes that Remy adored grew wide with anger and accusation, "Ya readin' mah mail, Swamp Rat? Well, ya jus' sinkin' ta a whole new low now, ain't ya?" She moved to get up again but Gambit pulled her back down.

"Remy's serious, Rogue."

Rogue looked at his stubborn, handsome face and knew it was true.

Remy continued, "'Sides, what have y' got t' lose if y' go back?"

Rogue looked down, "Mah family."

Gambit was silent for a while, giving himself time to acknowledge the amount of pain Rogue was going through. "'It's better t' die on yoh feet dan t' live on yoh knees.'"

Rogue snorted, "Please, Cajun, no quotin' radical revolutionary leaders, ok?"

"Only if y'll go t' the weddin'."

She looked at him and sighed. He was right, in a way (but hell will freeze over before she admitted it) and Diana wouldn't pull something so cruel just for a few laughs…

"Alrahght, Ah guess Ah betta start packin'."

Dang. There was that damn cocky grin again.

Rogue had to admit, she missed that grin (but pigs will fly before she told anyone that.)

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On July 20, Rogue was saying good-bye to everyone at the mansion.

"Call me if ya need anything," Logan grumbled. It was probably the nicest thing he had ever told Rogue. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and moved on to Kitty.

"I just don't, like, see why I can't, like, go with you." Kitty blew her nose and wiped her eyes. Rogue hugged her before she could start bawling again and said, "Ah told ya, this is somethin' Ah need ta do alone."

Kitty nodded, but the tears kept flowing.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Kitty, it's not lahke Ah'm goin' off ta college. It's only five days."

Next was the professor. He smiled and handed her ticket to her, "Rogue, you are eighteen now. I trust that you will make wise decisions and use your best judgment."

"Don' worry 'bout dat, m'ssieur. Remy'll make sure dat chere won' get int' no trouble."

Rogue turned to find the Swamp Rat come out of the house with a suitcase and his damn cocky grin.

Rogue's eyes glowed with anger, "No way. C'mon, Professah, tell'em he cain't go."

Professor Xavier simply smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Rogue, but Remy approached me before you did about this trip. And I think it would be best if you were with someone rather than by yourself."

Rogue glared at Remy, who simply grinned in return. She gave a frustrated yell and threw her suitcase into Scott's car's trunk. She got into the front passenger seat and, without looking at him, said, "Well? Are ya comin'?"

TBC!

Wee! That turned out differently than when I thought about it. Oh well! What ya think? Bad or good? Review, 'cause they make me smile more than McDonald's. Oh, and that quote was by Emiliano Zapata.

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