Disclaimer: Rogue is not mine,
I'm glad cause then she'd know where I lived and could murder
me in my sleep...the X-men aren't mine and Magneto, which
got to short of a part since I can't write him (sorry), are
not mine either. If they were I'd have so much money that
I wouldn't have to write disclaimers. They are Marvel's, in
case you didn't know. I am not making any money off this,
and hopefully I won't be sued and lose money over this. The
title was suggested and taken from Raven (with her permission
of course [MMMMMmmmm] *THUMP* eh eh no that ain't a tied up
body back there....yeah she gave me permission on her own...didn't
even have to use a crowbar) so she gets credit, nough ramblin
Rogue looked in the mirror a satisfied smile on her face.
Today was perfect, her hair was just right, her makeup was
great. Even her clothes were perfect. She had finally lost
that last pound and could get into her "wish" jeans
for the first time in years, and to top it off she wore her
new pink sweater that went perfect with her white jeans, accenting
her breasts and flat stomach while loosely sagging off her
shoulders. Jean and Ororo had invited her to the movies, their
first girls night out in a month. She heard Jean call her
from the bottom of the stairs and with a last tug at her blouse
she rushed out the door, snagging her purse on the way.
The movie had been great, Dr. Dolittle had her laughing so
hard her eyes teared. The only problem was crying made her
mascara run, forgetting it was there she had wiped at her
eyes and she just knew she looked like a raccoon now. After
the movie ended she rushed to the bathroom, but it was too
full, and she didn't feel like standing there for an hour
with little kids laughing and pointing like one little boy
was already doing.
She stalked back to Jean and Ro trying her best to keep her
face hidden with her hands. Jean looked at her a moment, "What's
wrong Rogue?" As an answer she looked up at her, dropping
her hand. Jean gasped, and her mouth tightened as she tried
not to laugh.
Rogue ground her teeth, "Do any of ya'll have a tissue
ah can use?" Storm rummaged through her purse a moment
before shaking her head no.
Jean grinned, "I have one, but its been used for makeup
Rogue nodded her head, "Gimme, I'll use it anyway."
Jean shrugged and handed it to her, "Anyone got a mirror
ah can use?"
Jean shook her head and Storm rummaged again coming up with
empty hands. Storm smiled ruefully,"Generation X visited
last week, and Jubilee borrowed my compact."
"Mine too!" Jean said, "I wonder what she
did with them."
Rogue felt like screaming and started dabbing at her eyes.
Storm grinned when she looked back at her, "Rogue you
are only making things worse."
"Ah need a mirror!" she wailed.
Jean thought frantically as Rogue clenched her fists, "Let's
take a walk, it's dark outside so no one will see you. We
can look for a bathroom with a mirror on the way."
Rogue ducked her head, returning her hand to the side of
her face, and hid behind Jean a bit without being obvious.
Once outside they crossed the street to where it was fairly
empty and started searching for an open business with a public
bathroom without much luck. Rogue was muttering to whole way
about suing the makeup company for saying the mascara was
waterproof when it obviously wasn't. She was also cursing
Eddie Murphy for being to funny. When they had walked the
length of the street and come up empty Rogue finally screamed,
causing everyone on the other side of the street to stare,
making it worse.
Suddenly a glowing sphere came out of the sky hovering above
the street. It was Magneto. His cape billowed about him, and
the bucket helmet was secure on his head. The bank roof across
the street started shaking. Jean glanced at her companions
and as one they all flew up in the sky.
A earth shattering shriek sounded from Rogue slightly behind
them and Jean turned, letting Storm continue toward Magneto
to see how badly hurt her friend was. Rogue was floating in
the air, her face bright red, holding up her sagging sweater
"What is it?? What happened Rogue????" Jean wondered
if Magneto hadn't harmed her and she was trying to cover it
Rogue turned a brighter shade of red,"Ah-Ah'll just
stay on the ground. This sweater ain't made for flyin."
Jean nodded and turned back to fly off sending a mental call
out to Scott. Rogue stayed on the ground and threw rocks at
him, but after one nearly bounced off Storm she stopped and
just watched. The other X-men arrived and Magneto soon flew
off, the city saved once again.
Bobby iced over to her with a grin on his face before he
stopped and stared at her, "Rogue! What happened??"
Rogue mumbled something about faulty mascara, but he shook
his head," No you're bleeding! Were you hit?"
Rogue felt the color leech out of her skin, as she looked
down at her white pants which were slowly turning red.
She cradled her head in her hands and stomped past Bobby,
shouldering him out of her way as she walked onto the Blackbird
leaving her footprints faintly in the cement. Will this
day never end? she asked herself as Beast turned towards
her, knowing glint in his eyes.
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