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*Sigh* Only one more month of summer left.
And then year two, semester three of college... 15 weeks of
school... Christmas vacation... 15 weeks of semester 4...
graduation... summer vacation... University -- God No! I'm
not ready! Ooops! Sorry about that. Now let's move onto things
that actually relate to the silly fic below.
Disclaimer: As always, it's Marvel's.
If you think you're too small
to do anything,
you've never been in bed with a mosquito::
(Body Shop T-shirt -- from memory, so probably a bit off
< g >).
Her toe was tingling, Rogue realized as she woke from a restless
night's sleep. She lay still, trying to place the sensation.
Her brow furrowed as she searched to match that sensation
to those in her memories.
As the tingling began to move across her foot, Rogue placed
it. There was a bug on her! She threw back the covers, and
sure enough, found a mosquito busily attempting to circumvent
her invulnerable skin and get a little morning snack.
"Get off!" Rogue hissed, shaking her foot roughly.
The mosquito flew off of her foot indignantly, and Rogue
continued to glare at it as it flew across her room to land
on the ceiling. She momentarily debated getting up, but a
quick glance at her clock dissuaded her of that notion.
It was still too darn early to pull herself out of bed.
Rogue sighed and snuggled back under the covers, her eyes
drifting shut again. And then, she felt it. A soft pressure
on her cheek. Her eyes snapped open mere moments after they
had closed, and she swung her hand up, swatting at the determined
bug.
"Shoo!" Rogue growled.
The mosquito was flying around her head, across the room,
back towards her, and away again before landing on her knee.
"That's it!" Rogue said angrily. She was too tired
to be kept up by a damned bug!
Her hand snapped down, but in that annoying mosquito fashion,
it had flown off before her hand could squash it. Rogue growled
and pulled herself out of bed. She wouldn't get any sleep
until the bug was dead, so she'd make damn sure that it was!
She scanned the room, looking for the small (if incredibly
annoying) creature and found it resting on the wall above
her head board. Rogue grinned nastily and grabbed the box
of tissues on her night stand. She pulled a wad out and lunged
towards the wall and mosquito.
The handful of tissue ground against the wall and Rogue smiled
triumphantly. No mere mosquito would keep her up!
Rogue moved back.
She stared at the wall and blinked. She looked down at the
tissue and blinked again. No mosquito.
A tickling at the bottom of her foot alerted Rogue to the
presence of the mosquito. "No more games," she hissed
as the mosquito casually moved off of her foot and drifted
towards the vicinity of its brush with death.
The bug was fast, Rogue allowed, so she'd have to be careful
about this. As the mosquito landed, Rogue slowly crept forward.
Her hand inched out, and ever so slowly moved down to snuff
out the mosquito's existence.
It flew away seconds before she moved to squash it.
Rogue shrieked and flew into the air. She looked around wildly
and began flying after the mosquito, her fist smashing into
walls and ceiling repeatedly, always missing it.
When her shrieking and thrashing about had faded, Rogue carefully
looked around.
No mosquito.
It was over.
Meanwhile, Wolverine woke to a slight tingling on his arm...
~End~
Next time, the X-Men meet up with 'Moskito!'
the Vampire Mosquito from our Buffy Badfics :) j/k
I know it was very silly, but I just liked the idea
of Rogue chasing around a mosquito :)
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