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A/N: Sooo…Sorry it has taken so long to update the next chapter. Seeing some one new, so it's taking up most of my time. Lol.
But here's the next chapter and I hope you enjoy it. Next chapter there will be a small twist but it shouldn't take away from my original plot to much.
At the end of the week a large package arrived at the hotel Rogue was staying at.
'Right on time, ´ Rogue thought as she carried it with her towards the hospital she has spent so much of her time at.
As Rogue entered the familiar pastel colored walls of John's room she watched quietly for a moment as he argued with his nurse over the flavor of jell-o he had received with his lunch that day. The nurse finally noticed her and gave her a weary smile and just rolled her eyes at John's antics, quite used to his constant string of stubbornness he emitted.
"So St. John are you ready for freedom?" Rogue asked as she moved from the door towards his bed. The nurse smiled brightly at her as she picked up his tray.
"Thank God he's leaving," the nurse said half-heartedly as she mockingly rolled her eyes. At this the three laughed, no ill will passing between them.
"You're thanking God, I'm fucking praising him. I can't wait to get out of this dump," John said flaying his arms about the bed.
"Sure ya are, no more being waited on hand and foot for you Mr. Allerdyce, for now on you're on your own. I do hope you're ready for that sugar," Rogue said as she slowly regained composer from laughing at the nurse and John's bantering.
Minutes later after a brief lecture from Dr. Willbanks Rogue had John loaded up into her red Pontiac that she had rented at the beginning of this trip.
"So John where to now?" Rogue asked as she pulled the small car out of the hospitals drive.
"Home," was his only response as he leaned his head against the head rest and sighed in contempt.
"Okay sugar but where exactly is home now? We ain't exactly welcome back at Xavier's, like I'd go back anyways, and the Brotherhood has disbanded. Personally I don't think the life as a terrorist is a good look on me at this point. So we're going to have to find something one the less suspicious side. Someplace that the police won't ask to many questions about," Rogue said as she drove almost aimlessly.
"Point taken, let's just see where the road takes us. The moment we find a place we like we'll stay. We're good at that," John said as his eyes closed and he rearranged him self into a more comfortable position. While Rogue turned onto the highway directing the vehicle towards a new direction and a new life.
"What about this one?" Rogue asked as they drove aimlessly through the small suburb.
"Well…I don't know," John started as they opened the car doors to take a look at the one story, yellow house.
"St. John this is the fifth house we've looked at just today! Please be a dear and make up your fucking mind already!" Rogue said angrily as they walked up the stone path towards the house.
"Fine, I'll at least go in," John said dejectedly as Rogue opened the white painted door.
After two weeks of traveling around different states, Rogue and John both decided on a small suburban town just below the Mason-Dixon Line. Rogue was beyond happy, Southern towns reminded her of home. Of ma'am's home made cooking and long summer days out by the river. John even commented on how she actually had color in her pale cheeks, something that she rarely had in back in New York.
"Great!" Rogue smiled as they entered the old house.
The house was adorned with oak wood floors, white walled rooms and several windows. Old furniture littered the house covered in white sheets. The kitchen was southern fashioned with white appliances along with white tilled flooring. Three bedrooms, two baths, a living room, dinning room and a kitchen completed the small but spacious house.
"So what do you think?" Rogue asked as they went out the French doors towards the backyard.
"Maybe," John said hesitantly as they walked out on to the back porch.
"It's got a pool and enough space for a pretty expensive grill," Rogue told him trying to win his favor over the house. She absolutely loved it; it was perfect for the lives that they were expecting on living.
"Yea," was John's only response when he turned to see Rogue's pouting face.
"What? You like it?" John asked with his sarcastic smirk. Rogue just nodded as she moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Fine then, you win. Call the real-estate agent and tell her you want it," John told her with a mockingly defeated sigh. Jumping up and down in happiness Rogue pulled out her cell phone to call Lynn they're agent and tell her the good news.
"So exactly how are we going to pay for all for this?" John asked Rogue once she had gotten off the phone with Lynn.
"Oh no worries, I'm paying the same way I've paid for this whole trip and your hospital bills," Rogue said with a smile.
"And how's that exactly?" John pressed with a curious look.
"Well cash silly," Rogue told him sarcastically.
"You've been around me too long, you know what I mean Rogue," John sighed in agitation.
"Well, there are something's you don't know about me," Rogue told him sheepishly. John raised his eyebrows waiting for the rest of the explanation.
"You could say I'm kind of like a computer programmer," Rogue told him with a large, innocent smile.
"Kind of like?" John questioned.
"Well, I think it would be better for me to explain if my boss was here," Rogue said as she flipped opened her phone.
"Mom! It's me, would it be possible for you to fly out here tonight and help me explain to Pyro what's my real job?" Rogue asked sweetly into the phone.
"Great! See yea tomorrow!" Rogue said cheerfully as she hung up the phone.
"You know tomorrow around two," Rogue said as she walked back inside there new home.
"Well that was easy," John said as he followed her inside the yellow house.
A/N: Thank you for the reviews and I hope you like this chapter also. Sorry it's kind of lame, but that's only because things will start to make more sense in the next upcoming chapters! Thanks again!