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Chapter 11
The Big Reveal
Even though she had gained control of her powers, and she no longer had to deal with random psyches trying to take control of her mind, she still occasionally had arbitrary thoughts that she knew were not her own. They were usually harmless and insignificant. The closet thing she could compare them to was a conscious. They were little feelings or bits of memories that were odd and felt out of place. Like the time she had the impulse to call her uncle, knowing well enough that she didn't have one. Or like the day when she didn't eat meat because she was influenced by a vegetarian psych she had absorbed, most likely Kitty's. They were ideas that she knew were not her own, and she was fully aware of them.
She was having one of those thoughts at the very moment she let go of Kara. The feeling she received was Let her drop. She is a crazed psychopath and everyone will understand. Just watch her SPLAT on the concrete.
She shook the thought from her head. It would serve the psycho right if she let her fall to her death, after all, she did try to kill her. She also generated another little problem.
Rogue had revealed her newfound powers, and there was no going back after today.
As she noticed the minimum distance between Kara and the ground, she decided it was about time that she prevented a mess on the beautiful property. She quickly flew down and snatched the woman's arm, lifting her again and heading towards a different direction. She flew to the very large lake on the mansion grounds, and released her hold.
The other woman fell into the murky water. As she surfaced for air, she screamed, terrified from her traumatic experience. Rogue found that the piercing screams were becoming rather annoying, and lifted the woman from the still chilly waters.
She noticed Scott by the lake's edge, eyeing her like one would eyeball an alien. She gently glided down and tossed Kara at his feet. The scared woman crawled quickly to him and wrapped her arms around his legs. She was still in a state of shock, and it didn't appear that she would be coming around any time soon.
Scott quickly reached within his shorts, and pulled out some cuffs that were issued from the mansion.
Rogue couldn't help but smile to herself. Even for unexpected situations he was prepared. She had never seen a member of the team actually use the cuffs before, and she could almost sense the excitement from Scott as he maneuvered Kara into a position so he could fit her with them. He proceeded to cuff her, and shake his leg from her grasp. He then spoke to her as if she were a small child. "Serves you right. What did you expect when you bust in here trying to kill someone?"
Kara continued to shake, unable to move or speak.
"What are you going to do with her?"
"For right now, I guess we will have to put her in one of our containment cells."
He finally turned to look at Rogue. "You know, I am not trying to sound high and mighty right now, but you have a lot of explaining to do. Like how you did all of that." He pointed to the sky.
She was so caught up in the moment; she had almost forgotten that he hadn't known previously.
She tucked a piece of untamed hair behind her ear. "I know. I guess I will just explain everything to everyone at one time. Maybe you should call a meeting."
He lifted Kara up by the arm. "Maybe that is a good idea."
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Moments later, she found herself surrounded by her team members, all of them staring curiously at her.
She had just finished telling them absolutely EVERYTHING. There was no more room for secrecy of any kind. Well kind of. She couldn't find the heart to tell them that she had actually killed someone. She kind of grazed around that part. She said she just absorbed her while they were in the containment cell. She glanced around the room, feeling extremely uncomfortable from the agonizing silence.
She darted her eyes over to Remy, and found that he wasn't looking at her at all. Instead, he was showing intense interest in his deck of cards, steadily shuffling them within his hands at a rapid pace. His mouth was in a thin line, and his breathing seemed slightly quicker than all of the others.
Scott spoke up first. "So all the leaders knew? All of them except for me? Why didn't you tell me?"
She guiltily shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, probably for the same reasons I didn't tell everybody else. I didn't want to be treated differently."
Kitty spoke up. "So, you can use any ones power that you ever absorbed?"
Rogue nodded her head. "Yeah. Some take more energy than others, but I can use them all."
"Even at the same time?"
Rogue had to think for a moment. "I don't know. I've never tried using more than one at a time."
"Wow. You should of told us. That makes you a class five mutant at the very least; you may have even created a new class. I'm sure glad you're on our side!"
Piotr smiled down at Kitty, as if she had just said the cutest thing in the world.
Rogue appreciated her petite friends comment. She was trying to lighten the mood.
Warren had a very confused look on his face. "How could you have kept a secret like that from me? All this time you have been telling me to embrace my mutation, and the whole time you were hiding yours?"
Her revealing seemed like it was becoming more of an interrogation. She didn't like his tone. "Like you are one to talk about secrets!"
"Exactly! How could you judge me so severely, when you are no better? I was in love with you, and you couldn't open up to me at all?"
"I'm glad I didn't! You would be telling Kara my business in your after sex babble!"
Everyone started to shift uncomfortably.
She could tell that her words were beginning to get to him.
"I only showed Kara a form of love because you showed me NONE! I practically begged you for your affection, and you would rather see me broken!"
For a slight moment she felt guilty. Maybe he didn't deserve the harsh treatment that she had given him, but he was really pushing her buttons. "We will talk privately later."
Remy abruptly stood. "Excusez moi." He headed out the door without saying another word.
Rogue followed his figure with her eyes, and suddenly felt abandoned. She would definitely have to talk with him later.
Jean spoke next. "Rogue, I am not going to sit here and pretend I'm not disappointed. An extremely dangerous man is seeking you out. Sinister is not a force to be taken lightly. If we had known that he was looking for you, we would have made sure that you were more effectively protected while you were in the mansion."
Rogue couldn't help it, but she was beginning to lose her patience. "How would you better protect me? What, would you keep me locked up in my room all day? News flash: I can protect myself. And besides, he doesn't even know if I really exist. Right now he is trying to locate Shaw."
"We could have better protected you by knowing what was going on! Not to mention the fact that you could have put every person in this mansion in danger if we were attacked unexpectedly."
Bored up until this point, Emma's blood began to boil at the sound of the red heads accusations towards her friend. She spoke up. "Look at how you are reacting! This is exactly why she didn't want to tell any of you. You are already trying to make drastic arrangements that aren't necessary."
Jean quickly turned to Emma, and pointed an accusing finger in her direction. "You have no right to speak in here! After all, you caused ALL of it! If she never would have met you, she never would have left and she would be fine!"
Rogue didn't like to be talked about while she was sitting right there. She decided to speak up. "If I never would have left, I would never have gained control. I would still be the outcast. Don't treat me like one again."
Jean seemed only to be paying a slight amount of attention to the southerner. She was still turned towards Emma, her fist balled.
Rogue quickly realized their argument was no longer about her.
Emma was slowly loosing her calm façade. "I just think your upset because you wanted her to stay untouchable. You wanted her to stay miserable so she could stay under your thumb like everyone else!"
Jean slowly began to lift from the ground. "I would never want that!"
Emma looked down at her fingernails, pretending to shine them on her shirt. "Is this conversation still about Rogue? Or is it about the lack of attraction your fiancé feels for you since I came to the mansion?"
Rogue quickly stood, knowing that the situation was about to get out of hand; she had used Jeans powers, and knew what she was capable of.
Scott stood as well. "Emma! That's enough!"
Jean lifted higher into the room and made her way over to the blonde. "You. Take. That. Back."
Emma transformed into her diamond form. "Make me."
"Ok gals, that's enough." Rogue quickly flew over between the two. Jean closed her eyes and took a big breath in and exhaled. "I'm sorry if anything I have said offended you. I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't voice my true opinion." She then turned towards Emma, narrowing her eyes. "And you. Stay away from me and MY fiancé." She stormed out of the room.
Scott awkwardly addressed the remainder members. "Well…um…you all are dismissed." He rushed out after jean.
Emma watched Scott leave the room and returned back to her normal form. She appeared hurt that he hadn't spoken with her. She huffed loudly and quickly left the room.
Rogue promptly chased after her. "Emma wait!"
Emma quickened her pace.
Rogue flew to catch up with her friend. "Emma, what was that about?"
"She was demeaning you. I spoke up in your defense. That's it."
"I appreciate that, but that's not what I'm talking about. You said some pretty harsh things to her back there—"
Emma abruptly turned around. "It's the truth. Whose side are you on anyway?"
"Emma, we are all on the same side."
Emma laughed sardonically. "You forget that I have only been here a few months. I am still the outcast. Now I will be pushed further out of the ring because of what I did to you. Did you ever stop and think about anyone but yourself? You have a home. I am just an intruder to them, and I always will be."
"That's because you act like a loner, I know because I used to be one too. You put on your hard ass exterior and don't allow the others to know you like I do."
Emma shook her head and rested her fingers on her temples. "Look. I have a headache, I'm exhausted, and I have a possible family member in a coma located in the med bay. Excuse me for not giving a fuck right now if they want to embrace me as a team member or not."
She swung around and headed towards the med bay.
Rogue sighed in frustration. She would let her have her own space for now. Besides, she had other matters to attend to, like seeing what the hell was going on with Remy.
She turned around and proceeded to make her way to his room.
When she finally reached his door, she tapped lightly.
No Answer.
She knocked again, this time a little harder.
"Yeah?"
"Can I come in?"
"The door's unlocked."
She entered his room, realizing that this was the first time she had ever been in it. She took a moment to take in her surroundings. He had beautiful mahogany furniture, and his king sized bed looked warm and inviting. She had to resist the temptation to run over and collapse within the fluffy comforter. She had to admit that he had some taste when it came to decorating and his furnishings. She was brought out of her own personal thoughts when she noticed a bag on his bed.
He spoke up as if he read her thoughts. "Leavin' for a few days."
She wrapped one arm around herself. "Why?"
"Business."
His short abrupt answer began to ignite the dangerous fuse which was her temper.
"It is a bit of a coincidence that you're leaving as soon as I told everyone about my powers."
"Not a coincidence, more like a push."
"Don't leave because of me—"
He didn't even turn around when he answered her. "Despite what you think, not everything's about you."
She stood there, hurt from his retort. "Can you please just talk to me?"
"What do you call this?"
"You know what I mean."
"Nothing to talk about. You have your business, and I have mine."
"Don't pull that shit with me! I thought you of all people would understand!" She could feel the familiar sense of wetness taint her eyes, threatening to overflow.
She saw him tense up, and he sharply turned towards her. He almost hissed when he spoke. "You should have told me."
She desperately tried to defend herself. "Remy there were so many times that I wanted to. I just didn't know how or when—"
"How about when I came to your room, like a fool, and confessed my feelings for you? When I told you I wasn't really with Kara?"
"I didn't know how—"
"You let me think that you were going to die! I have never been that scared in my life!"
She looked into his eyes and saw a glimpse of the fear he had experienced. She shifted her stance, feeling guilty. "I was going to tell you—"
"Dat' s a pretty big secret to keep. Makes Remy wonder what else your hidin." His accent was becoming thicker with his anger.
She defensively crossed her arms. "What did you expect me to do? I went through hell, and I came back here expecting you to be there for me. I didn't know your plans! I thought you had a girlfriend!"
His eyes began to glow crimson red. He released some of his tension within his build by slowly lowering his shoulders. "It shouldn't have mattered. Even if you came back and found me married with five kids, you should have still told me."
"Why should I?"
"Because before everything else, we're friends. And we were the close type. Guess I was wrong."
She didn't know what to say after that.
He continued. "And on top of everything else, I have to see that little display between you and wings downstairs. I saw how your eyes softened when he spoke to you. Maybe you cared more then you thought you did, non?"
Now he was going a little too far. She almost growled in her defense. "I know what I feel, and I have no strong feelings for Warren. There is only one person I care about, and he is standing in this room. Can't you see what is right in front of your face, you stupid man?"
He had finished packing his bag, and swung it over his shoulder. He turned to her with a sad expression on his face. There was a reason he was going, and it was ironic she said that to him before he departed. "I have to go."
He walked past her. She followed him, and as she exited his room he locked his door.
He then continued to head towards the garage, and she was right behind him on his heels.
"Remy, where are you going?" There was a hint of desperation in her voice.
"Already told you I have to handle some business."
"You can't leave! Our mission is in a week!"
"I'll be back by then."
By this time they made it to the garage, where he proceeded to mount his motorcycle.
She placed her hand on his arm. "Please don't leave because of me. I don't think I could stand it if you left right now. Remy, you don't know what I went through. I think about it everyday! I don't even know if she had a family or kids…I was just trying to protect myself. And she's dead! She's dead because of me!"
She couldn't hold it in anymore. She felt her knees buckle, and she began to cry. As she started to collapse, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She cried even more at the comfort he was providing. She buried her face within his chest, wanting to stay like this and keep the outside worries at bay.
He gently stroked her hair at the base of her neck. "It's ok Chère, I'm here."
He allowed her to silently weep close to his body. Her shoulders would occasionally heave because of her sorrow. When her movements subsided, he gently lifted her face up with his finger. "What happened to you?"
She told him about the room where she was trapped with Ms. Marvel, and what she had to do to survive. When she was finished, he grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and pushed her back so he could look at her. "Listen to me. You did what you had to do. Her death is not your fault, it was his."
She tried to look away from his intense gaze. "I should have just let her kill—"
He shook her slightly. "No."
Although simple, there was much force behind that small word.
She wiped at her eyes. "Anyway, please don't go."
"I have to."
He got back on his motorcycle and started the engine. He felt her hand rest once again on his arm. He turned to face her, and saw so much sorrow behind her enticing emerald eyes.
She whispered lightly. "I need you."
He cupped her face between his hands and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry. I have to go."
He released his hold and took off at a high speed. When he turned to look behind him, he could still see the beautiful woman with two-toned hair staring after him.
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Her level of anxiety was soaring to new heights. It was already Friday, and the Cajun still hadn't returned from his little get away trip. Men were all the same. They were weak, frail creatures that had to run from women at the first sign of issues. The only reason she had chose Remy for the mission at all was for her friend. The sexual attraction between the two southerners was so strong that somebody had to do something about it, especially since neither of the two seemed to be progressing in establishing any type of title on their little situation.
She sighed at the thought of her own complicated love life. She had one man that seemed to constantly linger in her thoughts, and he was engaged. But anything could happen, right? It was entirely possible that he cared for her also… She just couldn't catch a break. The sound of footsteps brought her out of her personal dilemma. When she looked up, she saw Rogue for the first time since their little disagreement.
"Hey Emma. How is he doing?"
Emma looked down and the comatose body, and tenderly brushed his hair back. "No change."
"Listen, about the other day—"
Emma cut her off. "Don't worry about it. I was stressed out, that's all."
"Well I need your help."
Emma raised her eyebrows in Rogues direction, inviting her to continue with her request.
Rogue grabbed a piece of her hair for display. "I need to dye my hair for tomorrow's mission. I have never done it before. I just don't want it to be permanent, I actually like my hair the way it is."
"That's a simple request. We can do that tonight."
"Ok. Thanks."
Emma took in Rogues appearance. She almost appeared ill.
"Rogue, are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah, I'm just nervous about tomorrow."
Emma leaned back in her chair. "And you're worried that a certain Cajun isn't going to show up?"
"He said he would be back, but with him you never know."
"If he doesn't show, we might have to put in someone else."
"I know."
Emma could see that Rogue was becoming aggravated. "What's wrong?"
Rogue began to pace the floor. "Its just that…never mind."
"Tell me."
"Its just that I poured my heart out to him. I mean really poured my heart out. And he just left me. He left even after I practically begged him to stay."
"That's a man thing. They are all the same. You should save yourself a lot of pain and just forget him."
Rogue looked at Emma astonished. "Wow. That sounded bitter. What's going on with you?"
Emma awkwardly shifted in her seat. "Nothing. Lets go buy that dye."
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She woke up to birds chirping happily outside her window. She placed a pillow over her head to drown out their chipper tune, but found that it was no use. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, glancing over at the mirror. She stared at the stranger looking back at her. They had dyed her hair the night before, and it came out rather nicely. It further enhanced her eyes more than she thought possible. Yet, she didn't feel like herself. As she took a closer look, she could tell that the color was already beginning to fade in appearance. It seemed that her mutation had other plans when it came to dying her hair.
She glanced at the clock and 9:00 AM was glowing at her in bright green numbers. Her stomach began to twist in knots when she remembered what day it was. Today was the day. The day of their big mission.
She got up and headed to her shower. While she cleaned herself, she couldn't help but feel upset at the little fact that Remy hadn't shown yet. Emma had even talked to Bobby about filling in for the mission.
She felt disappointed and let down.
When she was finished, she stepped out and wrapped her towel around herself. She stepped into her room, half expecting Remy to be in there. When she found that he was not present, the disappointed feeling within her grew stronger. She put on a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt, knowing that it would be a waste for her to dress up until that evening.
As the idea of the mission came back within her thoughts, she became increasingly nervous. The last time she went to a formal dance, things didn't go so smooth. And that was with a group of mutants. This time, they were going to be surrounded by people who had a strong disgust towards the mutant population. The idea that she had to hang around and even act flirtatious with these men sickened her. It would of at least been a little more exciting if Remy were going to be there. She wondered where he had run off too. She also wondered why he wouldn't tell her where he was going. The more she thought about it, the more it angered her.
She had just cried like a baby, and he still took off! It was so typical of him. And right now he was jeopardizing the team by not showing up for the important mission. Because of him, they were being forced to use Bobby, and he wasn't exactly the best candidate for the job. Plus, she had to act like eye candy, and the thought of clinging and being flirtatious with him made her feel weird. He was like a little brother to her, and the situation would be more uncomfortable then it already was. Although, he probably didn't feel the same. He had already bragged to his friends about escorting herself and Emma. He thought he was such a player.
She heard the roar of a motorcycle engine outside, and felt extreme excitement run throughout her body. She ran over to her window to see if it was Remy.
She was once again disappointed when she found that it was Scott. She was about to turn away, but she noticed that he was talking to someone in the garage, someone that she couldn't see because they were out of her line of view. By the look on his face though, they were having a pretty intense conversation. His eyebrows were constantly moving up and down. She saw him pause for what seemed like an eternity, and he ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner. He then walked into the garage, and the odd scene was over.
She wondered whom he was talking to. Maybe it was Jean. They hadn't exactly been getting along well recently.
She headed out of her room, and as she turned around she ran right into another person. She suddenly found herself on her behind on the floor.
She looked up and her own eyes met a pair of sad blue ones. Warren quickly offered her his hand. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk to you."
She allowed him to help her up. "Warren, we really don't have a lot to talk about."
"But we do. It's not just about what you think I'm here to talk about. Its also about your mission tonight."
She sighed and walked back into her room. "OK. Come in."
As he walked in after her, he attempted to close the door behind him.
She quickly stopped his movement. "I don't think so. The door will stay open. This isn't going to take that long anyway."
Warren looked hurt. "Why, you don't trust me to be on good behavior when the door is closed?"
She arched one eyebrow in his direction. "Do you really want me to answer that?"
He gave her a half smile. "No?"
She tried not to smile. "Good choice."
"Rogue, about tonight, you have to really be careful around these types of guys."
"Warren, I can handle myself just fine."
"I know, but you do have a little bit of a temper when it comes to men, and these guys won't put up with that. You really have a hard part to play tonight because it is totally out of your character."
"Did you in a round about way just call me a bitch?"
"No…I just…I didn't…" He stopped his stuttering when he saw she wore a smile on her face.
"Wow, I walked right into that one didn't I?"
She grinned in his direction. "Yup".
He loved the way her eyes would light up when she would smile. He couldn't control himself any longer. He suddenly crossed the room and forced his mouth on hers.
She stood in shock for a moment, and quickly pushed away from him. She heard someone clear their throat in the hall.
When she turned her head, her heart sank into her stomach when she realized it was Remy. He apparently had just gotten back because his bag was still slung over his shoulder. His face was blank of any emotion when he spoke. "Glad to see that you missed me Chère."
She put even more distance between herself and Warren. "Remy, it seriously isn't what it looks like."
He laughed in an antagonizing way. "Come on, even you can come up with a better excuse than that."
She made her way over to him. "Its not an excuse, it's the truth!"
She didn't know if he had fully heard her or not because he had already shut his door in her face.
She heard Warren step up behind her. "What's his problem?"
She turned and shoved him out of her way. "Get away from me Warren. And if you ever pull anything like that again, I'll break your arm!"
He became angry from her threat, and then he had a sudden revelation. "You are sweet for that Cajun trash, aren't you? Is that why you never showed me any affection? Because you secretly wished I was him?"
She remained silent, and that was the only answer that he needed.
"You act all innocent, but you are just as bad as the rest of them. I'm lucky I did what I did; otherwise you would have ended up fucking him while I played the oblivious fool! You know what? Have fun tonight. The role of an escort is perfect for you." He quickly turned his back, and left her there enraged.
If her night was going to be anything like her day was starting out, it was going to be a long one.
She turned her attention back to Remy's door.
She knocked hard. "Remy LeBeau, you let me in right now!"
"I'm a little busy at the moment."
"I swear if you don't let me in I am going to break your doorknob and let myself in."
"I said I'm busy."
"Ok. I warned you."
She made quick work of the doorknob, and tossed it on the floor. She opened the door, and immediately regretted her decision.
There in all his glory stood Remy, and he was naked.
She immediately froze. His tan body looked like it was chiseled and carved by Michelangelo himself. Her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, and they traveled further down his form. They reached his fine trail of hair bellow his belly button, and noticed that it led a clear and direct path to his manhood. She tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't stop herself from staring at it. How did ANY woman handle the size of THAT?
She quickly covered her eyes, mortified. This was her first time, well, seeing a real one of those things, and the scenario wasn't exactly as she thought it would be. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry."
She heard him snicker from across the room. "I told you I was busy. I'm about to take a shower; we have a busy night ahead of us. Want to join me?"
"No. I already took one…I mean I wouldn't take one with you…I mean I would but not now…I mean…."
He laughed at her, and she didn't like it one bit. "You can open your eyes. I'm decent."
She peaked out of one of her eyes, and saw that he was only in a pair of boxers. "Um, that's a little better, I guess."
"I have had women want to be with me before, but I have to say your eagerness impresses me. None of them had ever broken my door to get to me."
She was becoming frustrated at his sarcasm. She decided to get right to the point. "You didn't see what you thought you saw between me and Warren."
His smile quickly faded, and he headed to his bathroom. "You don't owe me any explanations."
"Yes I do—" She turned bright red and turned quickly as he stepped out of his boxers and stepped in his shower. "He kissed me and surprised me. Don't be stupid, you know I don't care about him."
"What ever you say Chère."
"Remy, I'm serious!"
When she got no reply, she decided to change the subject. "So, where did you go?"
No answer.
"What are you trying to hide?"
"Just because you're guilty and feel the need to explain yourself doesn't mean that I have to."
"I was explaining the truth to you because you didn't give me the opportunity to when you slammed your door in my face!"
"Whatever. Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
Her hot temper got the better of her, and she rushed out of his room.
Yup. Tonight was going to be a long one.
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As the day continued to progress, she became more nervous about their upcoming mission. The little event started at 8:00 PM, and the last thing that she wanted to be was late; that definitely would send a red flag to the Trask members.
She glanced at the clock and noticed it was 5:15. She inhaled deeply, trying to release some of her nervousness. Emma should be here any minute because she was going to do her hair.
Right on time, Emma entered her room without knocking. She had a woman following her. "Rogue, this is Dee. She will be doing your hair for tonight."
Rogue looked at her confused. "I thought you were going to do it?"
Emma burst out laughing, and stopped when she saw the confused look on Rogue's face. She put her hand on her chest before she spoke. "Oh, you were serious. No dear, I don't even do my own hair for these kinds of events. Dee here is fantastic. She will know what to do."
At the mention of her name, the short, thick woman came over and pulled Rogue's hair out of her ponytail. She held it up to inspect it. "You're hair appears healthy and has a natural curl to it; we will use that to our advantage." She turned around the room trying to locate something. "Where is your dress?"
Rogue pointed to her closet. The woman went over and shuffled through her belongings like they were her own. She found the dress still wrapped in its plastic covering. She ripped the plastic off, and held it up. She must have turned it from front to back at least six times. She finally spoke. "Its very sexy yet sophisticated at the same time. That's how we are going to do your hair. The back is very low, so we definitely want to pull your hair up to allow your skin to show. No use of having a back like that on a dress and not showing it off. Your make up can't go wrong with the triple 'S' look."
Rogue looked at her, confused. "Triple 'S' look?"
The woman looked at Emma, and then rolled her eyes back over to Rogue's direction. "Yes, the Triple 'S' look. Sexy, Sultry, and Smokey. It works every time."
Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "That's fine, but I was just going to keep everything simple."
The other woman took a step back and looked insulted.
Emma stepped over to her southern friend. "Dee knows what she's doing. Just let her do it."
About an hour later, Rogue found herself being stared at by this Dee woman. She took a step back and tilted her head to the side, as if she were admiring a piece of art. She looked at Emma, and spoke. "This is why I'm the best. Go look in the mirror."
Rogue stood up, and was amazed at her reflection. Her make up made her look like a glamorous movie star, and she loved it. She could see why the triple 'S' look would never fail. Her hair was swept up and gathered at the base of her neck, and hung closer to her right ear. It looked like it was woven together in a loose, perfect and impossible way. There were a few tendrils of hair that that hung loosely around her face.
She turned and gleamed over at the other two women. "I look like a different person!"
The other woman began to pack up her things. "Well my job is done. Thank you ladies."
Rogue once again was confused. "What do you mean? Emma still needs her hair done."
The other woman seemed to ignore her, and headed out of the room.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
Emma stopped her. "She isn't fixing me up tonight."
"Why? Are you doing it yourself?"
"No."
"Ok…so what are you doing?"
Emma walked over to the mirror, and began to mess with her hair, turning from side to side examining herself. "Nothing."
Rogue had no idea what was going on. It wasn't like Emma to not care what she looked like when they went out in public.
Emma saw Rogue looking at her in the mirror's reflection, and slowly turned around. "I'm not going tonight. You and Gambit will have to handle it."
Rogue felt a sense of panic beginning to manifest in her chest. "What do you mean? I can't do this by myself!"
Emma nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. "You wont be by yourself. You will be with Gambit."
The panic in her chest was slowly forming into anger. "You have to go. We have planned this for weeks. There is no excuse in the world that is good enough to explain why you can't go!"
Emma sat on Rogue's bed, a look of worry on her face. "Trust me. My reason is a really, really good one."
Rogue was becoming impatient. "Well what is it?"
Emma looked very out of character, she appeared very nervous and her hands were anxiously rubbing together.
"At these functions, there is rowdiness and drinking and—"
Rogue cut her off. "Exactly. Sounds like your type of party. Get your ass up and get ready!"
"I can't!"
Rogue felt like pulling out her hair in frustration. "WHY?"
Emma looked into her eyes, and stated calmly, "Because, I'm pregnant."
To be continued…
Don't kill me just yet…the next chapter will go right into the date/mission, and maybe some juicy lemony stuff. We'll see.
