A/N: Am supposed to be doing all my homework, but I've decided to do this instead. Let me know what you think. As always..Romy.
As always, not mine, don't sue. BTW, is anyone else angry that Remy wont be in the X3 movie? Or is that just me?
They always show the one where Remy is in trouble, calls Strom, comes to the mansion, and meets Rogue, falls in love and blah, blah, blah. Lets switch it around.
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"Hello?"
"Hi. Is Logan there?" I hate this. I hate that I've run out of all my options and am forced to call Logan. But, at least I know I can trust him. I know he'll keep me safe. God, I hate the way that sounds. 'Keep me safe.' Like I'm some little girl who can't take care of herself. But, I need this. I need to be safe for a little while..figure out my next move. And I know I can trust Logan. I know I can.
"May I ask who's calling?"
'No, no you may not. Just put him on the phone, god-damn it!' "Um, ya. Can you tell him its Rogue. Thanks." Now just get him, damn-it. I don't have that much time.
"Rogue, that you, darlin'. Whats going on?" I can tell he's concerned. His voice is all gravely and he called me 'darlin'' not 'kid'. He only does that when he's serious about something. Sigh. Well, he comes the hard part.
"Hey. Ya. It's me. Duh. Anyway, I was just wondering, you still got that camper up north? And..if you do, do ya think I could borrow it for a bit?" That's code for 'I'm in major trouble, and I need help.' Without actually saying it of course. That'd break the rule number one. 'Never show when your hurtin'. Ever.' So, I'll just hope he understands the code.
"I still got the camper, ya, but its not up North anymore. It's with me, in Westchester, New York. I'll give ya the address and you can come pick it up." See that? Ya, he understood the code.
"Great. Thanks. It'll probably take me about a week to get out there. No, I don't need you to pick me up." I knew he was going to say that. To ask if I wanted to be picked up. And I do, more then anything. But, the thing is, if I take the train out, that'll give me a good week to heal up, get presentable. If he were to pick me up now, there's really no way he'd let me go off on my own for a good while. I'll admit it, right now, I'm a bloody, hurting mass of Rouge.
"Fine. A week, Rouge. If your not here in one.week. then I'm coming to getchya." Hmp. I knew that one too. That's what I get for calling Logan. Ya, that's what I get. I think I can live with that.
"Deal. Gotta go now, sugah. I'll see ya in a week. Have that camper good and ready for me." More code. What that really means is, thanks, I owe ya one. He knows that though, he's the one that taught me the code.
"See ya soon, kid." And that's the end of that. That wasn't so hard. Now comes the hard part. Hanging up the phone, and getting cleaned up. Freakin Mystique found me. Good ole mom. Guess you could say we had a bit of a family reunion. She musta broke at least two ribs, not to mention giving me a bloody nose, a nice little stab wound, a slight concussion and a black eye. Walked away from it though. Hell of a tough time, but like I said. Rule number one, never let them see your hurtin'. That just gives them an opportunity to hurt ya more. The problem with that, is I'm pretty sure mom knows the same rules as me. So I have no idea how much I hurt her so I have no way of telling when or if she's gonna be coming after me any time soon. But that's fine. It really is. I got Logan to go to, and I can stay here for tonight and get cleaned up.
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"Logan, mon aime, who was that?"
"A friend. Sorry Cajun, I gotta go talk to the professor. Looks like you saved from an ass kicken tonight." I like the Cajun. He's good people. The only one of the X-Men that can play a good hand of poker. But, with where my mind is tonight, he'd wipe the floor with me. God, Marie, what'd you get yourself into now? It's all I'm going to be thinking of for the next week.
Since joining the X-Men, I've met a lot of people, some I like, most I don't. But Marie, Marie is special. As corny as it sounds, she's like a sister to me. We've been through some tough shit together. And I know what that phone call was about. She needs a place to lie low for a while. And if she was serious about the camper, then she probably wants to keep moving too. Oh well, worst comes to worst, I'll tie her down until I think its safe for her to move again. Heh, she's the only person who worries me like this. Already at the profs door, and don't even remember walking. Damn.
'Come in, Logan.' Freakin spook. I hate it when he does that.
"Hey, Chuck, we need to talk."
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Revies, would be nice. Should I go on? Should I crawl into a hole and die? Whats the what, people?