"It's not leaving," Rachel told her. Answering the thought, not the words. "Working for X-Corp is not leaving." Rachel turned to face Anna, giving her a rather weak grin. "And it's not retreating. So stop that."
Rachel got out of the car and stretched. She crossed the garage, over to Scott's new favorite bike. Rachel grinned. It was a beautiful machine.
Right. Time to go in and meet whoever wanted to say something before they left.
Before they transferred, Rachel corrected herself with an irritated shake of her head. Hadn't she just told Anna it wasn't leaving?
Rogue shrugged. "Sugarcoat it however you want, Ray. But its what we're doing."
She opened the side door, entering the kitchen and frowned. "I am gonna miss this place. A lot." She looked back at Rachel, anxious. "I never thought this was gonna happen. I thought I'd stay here forever. Well, no. Not forever but when I did leave it'd be because we were really at peace and I was gonna go off and raise a family. Or something."
"What do you think the chances are that we won't see Mystique while we're here?" she asked hopefully.
Rachel hugged Anna. "The chances of us not seeing your mom are zero." Rachel looked around. "I hope she tracks me down in a part of the mansion that is easy to repair," she said thoughtfully.
"Okay," Rachel said. "Off to pack. D'you want me to leave a little link to you? So if you want my attention I'll notice right away? It might be useful, if there's trouble or something . . ."
"Honey, we're home, not in some kind of combat situation." Rogue squeezed Rachel tightly. "Try to remember that."
Grinning, she pulled back. "But yeah, do the link thing. That way we can know when we're each ready to leave or if you need me to bail you out or something. Feel free to kick Mystique's ass though."
She offered a reassuring grin and then exited the kitchen, heading towards her room.
Mystique reread Rogue's email with the same mixture of glee and anger she'd experienced the first time. She didn't trust the girl's reasoning at all. There was little doubt in her mind that Rogue's leaving the X-Men rested squarely on the fact that she was embarking on this ridiculous relationship with the self-appointed mutant protector. But she was delighted that her daughter was getting out of these damn walls and away from these brainwashed miscreants.
She'd seen the car pull up to the garage from her vantage point in the rec room and had made her way to Rogue's room, knowing the girl would eventually make her way there.
Rogue looked at the door to her room and frowned, hand resting on the doorknob. It wouldn't be her room anymore. some new team member would move into it. And the paint job would change and she highly doubted that teddy bears would adorn the shelves anymore.
God this was hard.
She opened the door and sighed exasperatedly. And it had just gotten a hell of a lot harder.
"What do you want?" Rogue demanded, trying not to glare at Mystique. No sense in provoking the woman.
Mystique smiled, pleased that Rogue didn't appear to have lost her spirit. "I feel as though I should be throwing you a party for finally breaking free from these degenerates."
She picked up the small party horn she'd purchased and blew on it. "Congratulations, baby."
"You ain't funny." Rogue glared, entering the room and removed the suitcases from her closet. This is gonna be just so much fun.
"Move," she demanded, and dropped the cases onto the bed. "If you're gonna bother me then help."
She picked up the various picture frames from the dresser and the walls. "And stop with all your derogatory terms, Momm--Mystique. They're my friends. My family."
He wasn't sure that nice was the word. "It was...productive. And I am sure that you will, miss it there. It was your home."
He smiled briefly. It was a hard expression to hold. His mind was thinking about what would happen in a few hours. "I'm sure Mystique isn't making this pleasant."
"Rogue..." Erik didn't know what to say. "No. Probably not." He pressed his fingers to the glass. "So you are moving to Paris, with Jean. And Rachel, too?"
Maybe knowing that would help her prepare for whatever fallout there would be. She doubted it. "Yes. Not too sure on all of the details yet. But I think it'll be good. And different." She smiled. "At least I'll feel like I'm actually helping, instead of just fighting."
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Rachel got out of the car and stretched. She crossed the garage, over to Scott's new favorite bike. Rachel grinned. It was a beautiful machine.
Right. Time to go in and meet whoever wanted to say something before they left.
Before they transferred, Rachel corrected herself with an irritated shake of her head. Hadn't she just told Anna it wasn't leaving?
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She opened the side door, entering the kitchen and frowned. "I am gonna miss this place. A lot." She looked back at Rachel, anxious. "I never thought this was gonna happen. I thought I'd stay here forever. Well, no. Not forever but when I did leave it'd be because we were really at peace and I was gonna go off and raise a family. Or something."
"What do you think the chances are that we won't see Mystique while we're here?" she asked hopefully.
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"Okay," Rachel said. "Off to pack. D'you want me to leave a little link to you? So if you want my attention I'll notice right away? It might be useful, if there's trouble or something . . ."
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Grinning, she pulled back. "But yeah, do the link thing. That way we can know when we're each ready to leave or if you need me to bail you out or something. Feel free to kick Mystique's ass though."
She offered a reassuring grin and then exited the kitchen, heading towards her room.
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She'd seen the car pull up to the garage from her vantage point in the rec room and had made her way to Rogue's room, knowing the girl would eventually make her way there.
They needed to talk.
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God this was hard.
She opened the door and sighed exasperatedly. And it had just gotten a hell of a lot harder.
"What do you want?" Rogue demanded, trying not to glare at Mystique. No sense in provoking the woman.
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She picked up the small party horn she'd purchased and blew on it. "Congratulations, baby."
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"Move," she demanded, and dropped the cases onto the bed. "If you're gonna bother me then help."
She picked up the various picture frames from the dresser and the walls. "And stop with all your derogatory terms, Momm--Mystique. They're my friends. My family."
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He smiled briefly. It was a hard expression to hold. His mind was thinking about what would happen in a few hours. "I'm sure Mystique isn't making this pleasant."
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She wasn't all that sure she wanted to think about what he would consider being productive. "You're...I'm not gonna like what you're doing, am I?"
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She sighed. "I'm so tired of fighting, Erik."
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