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Her breath formed fluffy little clouds before her face as
she walked briskly down the cement sidewalk. Stopping occasionally
to glance into the display windows, Rogue was relatively on
her own this wintry afternoon; she liked to refer it as her
The sunlight bounced off the snow in an annoying glare, causing
her to squint every once so often. Other than that, she wasn't
bothered by much, considering how her powers made the meteorlogical
temperature the least of her grievances. Rogue could, however,
feel, to a minimum extent, the frost in the wind that caressed
her rosy cheeks. Not so much as to make her shiver, but enough
to remind her that she was alive and human.
Stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her bomber
jacket, she walked on, trying to mingle with the people in
the streets, trying to pretend that her life was as normal
as the person who had just rudely bumped into her without
apologising. She didn't even mind. She was getting away with
it, and even those few occasional stares from passers-by;
it was because of that unusual streak in her hair.
Yes, today was her day to be free of her duties as an X-woman,
and a day to indulge in simple normalities.
Kids played with the slush along the sidewalks, only to get
reprimanded by their parents for playing so close to the road.
Friends stood outside their doors, talking about just everything
under the sun. Lovers strolling towards the park nearby, with
their hands entwined together.
Her footsteps slowed to a stop as she stared wistfully at
the couple. She wished she could've shared this day with Remy
-- it would taken the pretense a step further. Unfortunately,
he was away on a mission. As like other occasions, he would
be free from duties, but she would have hers to see to and
vice-versa. Come to think of it, she found that she really
didn't mind that much. Remy would've probably laughed at her
There weren't many people at the park today, thanks to the
weather. Rogue was about to settle on a bench when a loud
yapping startled her. She grinned when she saw that she had
nearly squished a chihuahua pancake-flat with her butt. The
little critter stared doefully at her with its big, brown
eyes, wagging tail a blur and tiny forefeet up in a begging
"Hi there, ya cute l'il thing," Rogue gushed as
she picked the dog up into her arms. "You must be freezin'
There was a shiny little tag around its neck, so it definately
wasn't a stray. Rogue looked around, hoping to find the chihuahua's
"Well, looks like your master's not here, sugar. Let's
just take a look-see at your tag here..."
E-101, SE 177th Street.
That was just on the other side of the park. Not far...If
she flew there. "Now listen here, Frankie. We gotta have
a mutual understandin' here, okay? Ah don't like bein' licked
'cos ah don't fancy getting your doggie powers and growin'
fur in funny places, y'hear?" She looked sternly into
the dog's eyes. "So don't touch me, Frankie. Or ah'm
gonna have to whupp your butt. You got all that?"
Rogue didn't really expect an answer, but to her surprise
(or imagination), Frankie actually nodded. With a smug look
on her face, Rogue smoothed the dog's coat and decided to
"Ah used ta have a doggie too, Frankie. A silky terrier,
we called her Mudpie 'cos she was a gorgeous chocolate all
over...Then she ran away an' ah never saw her again,"
A trace of sadness lingered in her voice as she spoke quietly
to the chihuahua, in an attempt to keep him entertained. "Y'know,
ah haven't thought of Mudpie in years. Ah still miss her."
Rogue stopped and looked at her surroundings. The sidewalks
were free of litter, the walls clean and void of graffiti.
The blocks of apartments showed little signs of wear and tear;
they were well-maintained. This was definately the upper-class
She winked at Frankie and commented, "You, sir, are
one lucky dog!" Jogging lightly to the door labelled
E-101, Rogue knocked on the door and waited for a response.
"FRANKIE!!!!!" The feminine shriek of joy resounded
in Rogue's ears, and left her a little stunned. "My baby!!
I was so worried!!"
Watching in amusement, Rogue smiled as Frankie's owner, a
lady in her early forties, pranced and danced around with
her precious dog in her chubby arms. It felt good to have
helped; and she didn't even use her powers!
The bubbly woman looked up at Rogue with tears in her eyes.
"Bonjourno, bambino! You are so kind to bring my baby
home...Come in, come in!!!" Rogue found herself scurried
into the cozy hall of the luxury apartment, where a whole
horde of people were gushing over the formerly-lost chihuahua.
"You must stay for dinner, call home, call home! I must
thank you much, my friend!"
"Uhm, yes ma'am..." The overwhelmed X-woman picked
up the receiver off the phone that had been pushed to her
and dialled back to the mansion. "Hello? Remy? You're
back early, sugar...Uhm, ah'm not comin' back for dinner,
"You must be her amore!! Come, come and have dinner
with us, I insist!" The lady prattled enthusiastically
into the phone. "Tell him to come, girl, come!"
A little shudder escaped Rogue as she glanced at all the
people who were staring at her eagerly.
While waiting for Remy to show up, Rogue was patted on the
back and showered with praises for her good deed. These Italians
here were indeed scary; Southern hospitality didn't even begin
to tip their scales. There were easily about fifteen people
in the big apartment, all talking at the same time.
Rogue began to fear for her hearing.
Oh, but they were lovely people. They didn't stare, they
didn't pry. All in all, they were practically worshipping
her for the simple act of bringing their lost chihuahua back.
Freda, as Frankie's owner was called, had brought her round
to everyone, introducing her as 'The Angel'. How she wanted
to giggle at all the attention she was getting!
"Now, dear, you've been here for ten minutes, and we
forgot to ask for your name, and you forgot to tell us. But
now we remember, so..." prompted an old man called Antonio.
Everyone turned and stared at her again. They seemed to like
Rogue faltered a bit; she couldn't say, "Hi, ah'm Rogue,";
that would freak them out and spoil everything.
'Heck, just use your name, girl. It's a nice name, 'cept
that you wanted to forget everything that was from the past...'
she cursed inwardly.
"Sabine. Ah'm Sabine, and y'all are just too kind t'me,
thank you," she smiled winningly.
There was a huge chorus of her name after that, comments
on how pretty it was and everything. It wasn't that bad after
Until the doorbell rang.
"Oh no...Remy!" Rogue was momentarily mortified.
"Ah, the bella's man has come!!" Freda rushed to
the door, pulled Remy in and dragged him into the hall like
a rag doll, all in one smooth action. Rogue sniggered at the
shock on the Cajun's face; he was about to suffer the same
fate of overwhelming hospitality as she was! "Eh, we
must see a kiss!!"
'Uh oh,' The two mutants thought simultaneously.
The next thing she knew, the handsome man scooped her gloved
hand up, his thumb moving in a seductive caress, and kissed
the back of it. Rogue wanted to burn up in spontaneous combustion
with embarassment; Remy just smiled knowingly and put his
arm around her waist.
"Everyone, this is Remy LeBeau, my...Uh...boyfriend,"
The infuriating man smirked and held her all the closer. Not
that she was complaining, mind you.
"Bravo, Sabine...Very nice!" Freda gushed as Remy
kissed her hand too. "Lucky girl, no? Come, dinner!"
As the others flocked to the dining area, the two X-men lingered
back, hands entwined, broad smiles on their faces. The Gallianos
knew enough to see that they were mutants, but they didn't
even mind. It was as if they'd been neighbours for years or
something. The acceptance was so comforting, and for Rogue
and Remy, the presence together as a couple was sheer heaven.
For now, this was their little bit of normality for the day.
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