This story takes place shortly after Rogue
and Magneto's wedding in the Age of Apocalypse.
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AGE OF APOCALYPSE:
Part Two: The Strawberry Incident
Erik was woken by something prodding into his side and hissing
in his ear. As his sleep-fogged brain cleared he realised
the hissing was someone whispering in his ear - specifically,
"Erik, are you awake?"
"There's something very urgent Ah have to..."
Urgent connected with pregnant and Erik was instantly awake.
"My God! Rogue, is it the baby? Are you in pain? Just
stay calm, I'll get Ororo and..."
"Don't try to talk beloved, I have it all under control,
you'll be just fine."
"Still perhaps you should lie down again..."
"Yes, my love?"
"Ah am not in pain!"
"Oh, then..." Erik's eyes widened. "Is it
Apocalypse? He has discovered..."
"NO! AH'M HUNGRY!!!"
"Hungry? Is that all?" Erik stared at her in complete
bafflement. "Then why wake me up? Rogue, you don't need
my permission to make a midnight snack."
"Well, what Ah want isn't in the house."
"We have all sorts of nutritional food."
"Ah want strawberries."
"Yes. Ah must have some."
"Rogue, we are in the middle of a war, 90 per cent of
America is practically a wasteland. Strawberries are not really
part of the essential diet -- I certainly haven't seen any
Rogue's eyes filled with tears. "Erik, Ah have to have
"But there aren't any to be had." Erik yawned.
"Beloved, surely this isn't the best time for this conversation?
It's 3 am and we have a long day tomorrow -- you don't need
"Ah want some! Ah want some!" shrieked Rogue at
the top of her voice. She began swatting her husband with
a pillow. He scooted out of range as the blows became harder.
"Rogue! Keep your voice down! You'll wake the whole
"Good! Why should they all be able to sleep when Ah'm
stuck here with a cold unfeeling man who won't do this teeny
little thing for me?"
"It is not a 'teeny' thing!" Erik shot back.
"Ah think yoah just being mean!" Rogue turned on
the water-works full blast now. "Y'all don't love me
anymoer cause Ah'm blowin' up like a balloon!"
Erik eyed Rogue's still-flat stomach. "You're only two
months pregnant dear."
"Don't ya dare change the subject -- AH WANT SOME STRAWBERRIES
*Bamf* Nightcrawler teleported into the room.
"Mein Gott!" he cried, "Is someone being murdered
"Not yet," muttered Erik. Then louder he said,
"It's alright Kurt, Rogue and I were just having a discussion."
"Loud discussion mein freund, everyone's awake
"Rogue, you see that this silly..."
"SILLY?! Ah hate you! All Ah ask..."
Kurt backed away as Rogue continued to rail at Magneto. The
bedroom door was flung open at that point to admit Pietro
and the other X-Men into the room.
"What's going on?"
"Is it an attack Mr Creed?"
"What's with Rogue?"
"I think they're havin' some sort of argument squirt."
"Father, what is..."
"Pietro!" Erik grabbed his son's arm and pulled
him over to the side. "Do you have any idea where strawberries
can be found?"
Storm overheard them, "OH, so Rogue has cravings does
"Oh great," said Pietro. "Something else
you forgot to tell us Ororo!"
"Well, I would have thought that you would have already
known all of this Pietro, you after all, are so very clever."
Pietro flushed. "Ah, well, alright... so I'm not an
Magneto turned to face his raging wife. "Yes Rogue?"
"Here!" She threw a pillow and blanket at him.
"You can sleep on the couch! Ah don't want you near
"Pietro, son, I would appreciate some help." Magneto
"Don't look at me father. You got her into this
"Your filial piety is touching. Now either help me out
of affection, or under orders!"
"Thanks so much," Pietro turned to the others and
mouthed the word 'Strawberries'.
"Rogue wants what?" cried Dazzler. "Doesn't
she realise how hard it is to get fresh fruit of any kind?!"
"I don't know, why don't you tell her."
"Cause she sure as heck ain't listening to Magneto,"
Dazzler eyed Rogue who was continuing to harangue Magneto
whilst tearing a chair to bits.
"Ummm... I think I'll pass on that."
"They'd still have fruit and stuff in England wouldn't
they?" asked Clarice.
Silence descended. Everyone turned to look at Blink.
"Ya had to say it didn't ya?" muttered Sabretooth.
"Aha!" cried Rogue. "I knew there'd be some
"B-but..." spluttered Pietro. "That's so far!"
"Don't you love me anymore either?" Rogue turned
tearful green eyes on him.
Everybody looked accusingly at Pietro.
"What did I do?"
Storm shook her head. "We can't just go to England,
not without the permission of the Human High Council."
"Yeah," said Morph. "Serve up one fast fried
mutant team courtesy of Sentinel caterers!"
"Did you have to describe the situation like food?"
"Then call them!" snapped Rogue. "If Ah don't
get any strawberries Ah'm gonna make your lives all miserable!"
"Like she's not doing that already," muttered Dazzler.
"Ah HEARD that."
Magneto looked at Pietro, Pietro looked at Magneto.
"Well..." they said together, each knowing that
they would bear the brunt of Rogue's rage if she wasn't satisfied.
"I suppose we'd better make the connection."
Rogue squealed and embraced Magneto rather savagely.
"Ooh! I love you, I love you!"
"That's nice beloved, could you please stop squeezing
me? It's becoming difficult to breathe."
Pietro finished making the connection to the Human High Council.
Moira Trask's face filled the screen.
"Well X-Man," she said. "What's the emergency?"
Pietro cleared his throat. There was absolutely no way that
this would come out not sounding ridiculous. "Uh...
well... do you umm... have any strawberries handy?"
Moria stared at him. "Did I hear ye right? Strawberries?!
Is that why ye called me on the emergency line? Risking detection
by Apocalypse's forces??!!!!!"
"Strawberry picking isn't in me job description mutant!!"
"Actually, this is very important."
"What is it then? A matter of life and death over strawberries?!"
"Yes," Pietro sighed. "Look, just give us
permission to come in, get some strawberries, and get out.
Really, we won't get in your way."
"Permission denied." snarled Moira, and broke the
"Damn." Pietro turned and smiled weakly at the
others, who had been watching from the doorway. "Who
wants to tell her?"
Sabretooth snorted in disgust. "Ya buncha cowards, I'll
tell her, I ain't scared of Rogue."
Two minutes later Sabretooth returned with the remains of
a metal lamp and tray wrapped around his head and shoulders.
"Wow," said Morph. "She didn't hurl you into
orbit -- she must like you Vic."
"Shut up Morph."
In the bedroom Magneto was trying to soothe the distraught
"Beloved, we will get them, I promise!"
"Ah have to have them... soon!"
Magneto straightened his shoulders. "Alright,"
he said. "I wouldn't do this for anyone but ou my love."
He went to the communications room and connected with an
Gambit's face appeared on the screen. "What's dis? Why
you callin' me Eric?"
"This is very serious Remy."
"It'd better be."
"Do you know where there are any strawberries?"
"Yeah I heard you... but I t'ought you were jokin'.
What d'ya want strawberries for?"
"Just answer me, yes or no?"
"Well, no. Try Worthington."
Remy just looked at Magneto as if he though his former friend
was insane (a concept he was beginning to entertain) and closed
Eric left the room and called to his son.
"Try Worthington! Speed is of the essence!" There
was an earth-shattering crash from the direction of Magneto
and Rogue's bedroom.
"You don't have to tell me twice father." Quicksilver
turned and was gone, running at top speed all the way to Heaven,
the prestigious nightclub run by the King of neutrality --
Warren Worthington, the Angel.
Warren was half-asleep, his eyes closed and his mind at ease.
A sudden rush of wind startled him and he opened his eyes
to see Quicksilver standing over him.
"Pietro? What are you..."
"I'll make this short Worthington," snarled Pietro.
"I want some information... NOW!"
"If it's about Apocalypse's new base then I..."
"No, it's not that."
Warren frowned, "What else about Apocalypse's activities
do you want to know?"
"This has nothing to do with Apocalypse."
"Where can I find some strawberries?"
Warren shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't have heard
that right. Strawberries?!"
"Yes. Those little red fruits that taste very good with
"I know what they are! Why do you want them now?!
It's 5 am!"
"I know that, but it's very important!"
Warren shrugged, convinced Pietro must have been hit over
the head with something very hard. "I don't know of any
you can get freely."
Quicksilver's shoulders slumped. "Damn. We're toast."
"But," amended Warren. "We sometimes get strawberries
"From who? TELL ME!!!"
Quicksilver stared blankly at him. "McCoy? The Beast?
You mean that there are strawberries inside the pens?! In
"Uh... yes. How desperately do you need these strawberries?"
Scott Summers, aka Cyclops, and his brother Alex aka Havoc
returned from an audience with Sinister to find that someone
had made a new entrance to the pens. The two prelates rushed
inside and found the Guthries -- Sam and Elizabeth -- directing
guards to clear up the shamble of a raid.
"What happened? Who did this?" asked Scott.
Elizabeth sighed, "It was the X-Men sir. They just hit
us, bam! It was so sudden."
"Did they destroy anything of value?"
Sam frowned, "That's the funny thing sir. They blew
a few things up, but nothing critical."
"Perhaps it wasn't the X-Men," suggested Alex.
"No, it was definitely them," replied Sam. "Ah
saw Storm just as they were escaping, and there were a number
of the others too."
McCoy came running out. "The garden's been hit!"
"What?" Scott stared at him.
"You heard me, my one-eyed friend. Those annoying rebels
have decimated my garden! Especially the fruit areas -- not
a single strawberry remains!"
Alex laughed, "It almost sounds as if those pathetic
rebels had attacked specifically to steal our fruit!"
Scott shook his head, "That's ridiculous Alex. Why would
they risk their lives for a basket of fruit?"
"Well, big brother, you come up with a better
"Was it necessary to do that much damage to the
"Ororo, do you want them to think we broke into
the pens, risking all our lives, for the sake of a few strawberries?"
"Uhm... you do have a point."
Quicksilver, Storm, Sabretooth and Wildchild returned to
the mansion feeling footsore and weary. But they had triumphed.
In a small covered basket Pietro held twenty perfect strawberries.
But as they entered the mansion they encountered Blink and
Morph who rushed up and ordered them to be quiet.
"What's up?" asked Ororo.
"Did you get the strawberries?" whispered Blink,
ignoring the question.
"That we did pup," said Sabretooth. "No more
"I'll take these to Rogue," said Pietro.
"Uh, you can't." said Morph.
"Well... uh... Rogue's asleep."
"Shhhhhhh! She fell asleep half an hour ago." Clarice
looked apologetic. "I think the craving wore off."
"'Wore off'?" Quicksilver was incredulous. "We
break into the heart of Sinister's operation to get these
bloody berries and she goes to sleep??!!"
Clarice bit her lip. "Maybe she'll want them later?"
"Give me strength," groaned Pietro.
"Oh well," said Morph, eying the strawberries.
"Pity to let that beautiful fruit go to waste..."
"Don't even think it, Morph."
Concluded in Chapter
It's seven months later and time for the
X-Men to attack Apocalypse's base in order to protect the
survival of the refugees. Guess what else it's time for? :-)
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