Heroes and Thieves
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Summary: There are a lot of things Anna Marie is uncertain of, but Remy LeBeau isn't one of them.
Prologue:
24th May, 2012
And the time keeps going on by, and I wonder what is to become of me. Lady - Stevie Nicks.
After everything they'd been through, her high school graduation was rather anti-climactic. It would be a relief to get away from the bigotry and the rampant bullying, of course, and Rogue would never look upon her memories of Bayville High with any sort of fondness, but a small, sentimental part of her thought she should feel a little more nostalgic, thought she should join in the celebrations with her friends, thought she should be optimistic for the future. Instead, all Rogue could feel was a detached sense of triumph, and a particular impatience to leave.
In the silence of her room, Rogue snapped shut her guitar case, shouldered her bags, and cast her gaze around the emptied dormitory. In this place, in this room, she'd grown and changed and thrived in ways she'd only ever imagined possible. She was no longer the scared, lonely 16 year old without any control to call her own, without a home, without much of anything.
She was no longer Rogue.
In the wake of that revelation, however, she was lost. Without Rogue, who was she?
Kitty had already packed up, had moved her things into the X-Wing of the mansion, and although Rogue had once planned to join her, it seemed life - and Destiny - had other ideas.
Irene Adler was dead, Caldecott County was calling her home, and Rogue wasn't sure she wanted to stay. In the time since she'd acquired control of her mutation, and through the intervening conversations with the residents inside her head, Rogue had spent a lot of time reevaluating everything, and it was hard to pursue a dream when she was no longer sure she believed in it.
It was simply another uncertainty in a long line of them.
"You are leaving, then?"
Unsurprised by his presence in her doorway, Rogue offered Kurt Wagner a nod, shouldered her guitar case, and tugged the straps of her duffel and messenger bags on the other.
"There are things I have to do," she said simply, and didn't bother to elaborate. She'd already offered her explanations, and she'd never been one to repeat herself.
"You will stay in touch?"
She offered him a comforting smile. This, she knew, was something Rogue was certain of. "Wild horses couldn't stop me, Kurt."
He nodded with a regretful sigh, and followed her towards the garage. There, Rogue deposited her guitar in one of the back footwells, and her bags in the passenger seat, hugged Kurt one more time, and clambered behind the wheel of her - much loved - Jeep.
"I'll see you 'round, sometime, Kurt," Rogue said, ignited the engine, and pulled into the drive.
She didn't look back.
Author's Note: I have a lot of ideas for this one, but every time I try to write, the words just… won't. It'd be nice if this one could find a new home.