Rogue smiled as she opened the letter. Inside was a plane ticket from the local airport to Edmonton International, and a little note.

Marie,

Here's your ticket. I'll pick you up at the airport. Don't forget anything, since we probably won't have it at the cabin.

Miss you,
LoganRogue slipped the tickets back into the envelope, and secreted it ( Read more... )

Rogue stumbled into her room, weighed down by bags that hadn't seemed so heavy when she left. She dropped them on her bed, and started to unpack. She smiled to herself as she thought about her Thanksgiving, and started humming Christmas tunes. She couldn't wait for the first snowfall.

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Rogue flopped onto her bed, tired from staying up all night talking to Jubilee and her Kitty and the early morning flight back. Even though she knew this Kitty would never come back, it was somewhat reassuring every time she talked to her Kitty. "Only here," she muttered ( Read more... )

Sometime around 9 pm FST, Rogue opened the door to her room. She looked around, swallowing back a sob, but headed straight to her bed. She emptied her bag into the clothes hamper, staring moodily at the rumpled clothes. She slipped into her pajamas, and flopped onto her bed. "I wonder when Kitty's parents will come get her stuff?" she muttered ( Read more... )

After talking to Crichton Anders and Bridge (and wasn't he cute? And he wears gloves!) during study hall, Rogue heads back up to the East Attic. She's nervous, too nervous really. It's just Logan. Just the man who gave her his dogtags and promised to come back for her, the man who saved her life over and over, the man whose nightmares disturbed ( Read more... )

Rogue felt dirty, disgusting, fouled all the way into her pores. She was proud she didn't vomit in from of Dr. Grissom; she's sure the nasty clothes were enough of a bad impression, and she didn't need to show off a weak stomach. Even Logan and Erik were mildly disgusted by the body farm trip and that was saying something. She was glad she wore ( Read more... )

As soon as her classes are over, Rogue flops onto her bed. She pulls out her Classics books and handouts, and start studying intently. She has to pass this class, or Mr. Summers will be all over her ass not in that way, but that'd be fun. She settles in for a long night ( Read more... )

Rogue throws her schoolbooks on the floor and flops down onto her bed. She'd spent all of last night working on her presentation for Death and Dying, and it paid off, but now she's restless. She knows if she sits in one place too long, she'll start thinking about Shane Logan people things she shouldn't be thinking about. Frustrated with herself ( Read more... )

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