notmarieanymore

Never said I was going to.

I'm sure there is. Oh, what should I bring to drink?

never have and never will

jack daniels
i've got cash to cover half

you're starting to know me too well

already got a bottle I'll bring over.

see you soon

((and i'll get this in my catch-all tomorrow!))

[It's probably best not to worry about how Sheva found out where the younger woman lived, but one afternoon when she knows Rogue's home, there will be a knock at her door.

Sheva herself timed the visit for after a training session, this way she's dressed casually in workout leggings, boots, and a black, zip up hoodie. Her long hair's up in french braided pigtails that have been mussed a bit from sparring. A gym bag is slung over her shoulder, likely holding her clothes from earlier and her sneakers. The faint smell of gun powder stems from it too.

There's absolutely no aggression in her stance, and she's holding an envelope in the hand not resting on her bag. She's here to make peace, or at least apologize properly.]

[The knock at the door is a surprise, and Rogue puts down her book, turns down the music, and approaches it.

The second she opens the door, she's about to slam it shut again, before she reminds herself that she's better than that. That she's supposed to be polite. That's how her mother raised her, and that's how she was going to be, even if Sheva was probably the last person on earth she wanted to see right now.]

What do you want?

[So it wasn't that polite of her. But she was at least trying.]

To make as much peace as possible.

[Sheva has no urge to put the other woman through any more humiliation or embarrassment, that's for certain. It's why she came at a time where she wouldn't be as put together or smell like Remy, when her weapons were safely stored at home or the firing range. There's not a smugness or lording the situation over her. It's just Sheva, here to talk woman to younger woman.]

Which may not be much, but it's worth a try. [For Remy mostly, but she doesn't voice that. Instead, she offers the other woman the envelope.]

It's a gift certificate that should cover a full day at the spa. I figured you haven't had the opportunity yet to enjoy one properly, and you're definitely in need of something relaxing that doesn't involve shit kicking inanimate objects or drinking. Both of which I totally understand, by the way.

[Why did she have to come with a hatchet to bury? That's what Rogue wanted to know, even as she crossed her arms, looking at the older woman in front of her. She wasn't dressed much better- a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, she'd never been one for getting all dolled up to lay around the house.

Rogue looked at the envelope before taking it, about to ask what was in it before Sheva went and explained herself.]

What do you know about what I have or haven't been able to enjoy? [Well, for starters, she's dating Remy LeBeau who happens to be very intimate with your (former) mutation, Rogue. Besides, she just doesn't want to make this easy.]

[Sheva's there because she loves Remy deeply, and wants to avoid any vengeful behavior, wants to avoid more drama and pain for him especially. Though, there's an honest part of her that's trying to help Rogue. Despite her reaction, she remains relaxed, yet watchful.

Her eyebrow quirks upwards at that question, seeing it as redundant.]

I'd recommend getting the ninety minute massage, the hour always feels too short. They do excellent manicures and pedicures there too. [She motions to her crossed hands evenly.] I noticed the purple when you put them in my face. Purple's my favorite color. Lavender, really.

[Suck it up Rogue. Take the spa day and enjoy.]

[Pain. for him. Right. It had to be tearing him up inside, with how oblivious she'd been, how stupid to think a guy like him would ever like a girl like her. Why any guy would, with or without her powers. Cody had been a fluke. Bobby had made a mistake and he had rectified it with Kitty. And Remy just didn't like her. Because he already had his better version of her.

He had her in his reality, and he had Sheva here, why would he ever want tag-along, teenage Rogue?

She tapped her nails on her arm, taking note of Sheva's favorite color just so she knew never to get it done.]

Why are you doing this?

[She needed to know. Why she even cared, or if this was just an elaborate game, or something. She had to stand to gain something from this.]

[Less pain for everyone, in general, or so she'd like to think. Her primary concern is with Remy, who contrary to Rogue's belief, does feel guilty about this all happening, and does care about this Rogue. It's not in the way that she wants or how he cares for the Rogue back home, but it's the main reason she's here. He cares and he's beating himself up over it. But there's that other part of Sheva, the one that can untangle herself from the web, that understands exactly what Rogue's going through on many levels.

And to answer that question? Because Remy's a good person. He's a good man despite his faults.]

Would you rather I came over here physically put you in your place? [Her eyebrow raises curiously, and she watches Rogue's reaction before shaking her head.] Whether you think you need it or not, I'm just trying to help, and unless you want me to take you on a run, shooting at the range, or spar with me in a gym... [Doubtful, and she's not about to suggest drinking with Remy.] Spa sounded like the next best possibility.

Sugar, you've got no reason to try to beat me up.

[That she knows for a fact. She hadn't caused any divide between Sheva and Remy, and maybe that's what hurts so much. She exists here, and in Remy's world, but he didn't care enough about her to look twice, to think twice about maybe giving her a chance. She'd given Remy ample opportunities. She wasn't any sort of competition.

She never was.

She wasn't beautiful, not the way Sheva was, she was young and stupid, weird looking. She had a gap-tooth because she hadn't been able to afford medical work as a kid. And she was damaged.]

I could take you. [She wasn't the fighter that Remy's Rogue was. She was just a teenage girl here, with a whole lot of intense superhero training behind her. Superhero training that had never actually relied on her powers, giving Rogue ample time to learn how to fight hand-to-hand. So at least, in a physical fight, she stood a chance.]

Hey, I--I just wanted to let you know I've decided to go back home.

[ There's a pause on Zoe's end because she really hates doing this to Rogue after other people have already left her. ]

I'm sorry. Hope I get to hear from you before I go.

[ And then she hangs up, not really knowing what else to say. ]

[Zoe was leaving. Oh. That was enough to get Rogue to pause, and immediately call her back.]

Hey- I, ah, got your message...?

(The strangest thing was that Eddie kept feeling blank. For someone as emotional as he was, it was a shock to his system. Of course there were bright flaring moments where he was livid or upset, but mostly, he just felt like someone had snipped a vital part from his body and let him float, float all the way to the top of the universe. Like a balloon.

He thinks maybe it's because he hasn't spoken to his friends in a while now. He thinks it's because he's never felt disjointed from them before, and is only now just realizing how tethered together their souls actually were.

When he calls Rogue, Eddie sounds unlike anything he's ever sounded like before. He sounds quiet, his voice is remarkably flat, and there's just something not quite right.)

Do you think there's some things that can't be fixed?

This is Rogue.

[She answers properly anyway, even knowing it's Eddie. When he speaks, she has to double-check to make sure that yeah, it's him.

Something is really. Really. Wrong.

Concern clouds her voice:] What makes you say that, Eddie?

Everything's gone to shit.

(He rubs at his face, and holds his hand there for just a moment. He takes in a slow, deep breath.)

My friends and I saw our futures, Rogue.

(They don't know that it could only be potential futures. They don't understand that. All they know is that it felt real, that their pasts were true. What more did he really need to say? She knew what kind of past they had. She could figure out that their future wasn't much better.)

[Oh. Shit. Rogue swallows on her end of the line. She can draw her own conclusions.]

Eddie? D'you wanna come over and talk? I can make some tea if you'd like.

[Tea solved a lot of problems.]

...Okay...Sure.

(Eddie can't even begin to deny how lonely he was. It's why he had called her, even if he felt blank. A part of him just wanted to crawl onto her lap and just. Sleep. For as long as he was allowed.

Another part of him just wanted to figure things out, figure himself out.)

I'll be there soon. I'm not- in my room.

(Hasn't been for some time, really. He hangs up without another word. He makes his way out of the Observation Deck and he's a bit of a mess. He hasn't been sleeping well, which isn't super uncommon, but normally Richie or Bill was laying around with him to help with bad dreams or restless nights. Not anymore. He's got chalk dust all over him too in patches of bright color, his hair a little unruly and curled from not bothering to do anything with it. He arrives outside of Rogue's unit and gives a small knock.)

[While Rogue waits for Eddie to arrive, she starts making the tea in the small kitchenette of her unit. She'd picked up enough on Kaittos that she could spare some for friends. Especially those who were surely in need of it.

The water's just boiled when Eddie knocks, and Rogue turns down the stove before moving to answer the door.

Eddie looks like shit, she realizes immediately. But she's not going to say anything about it- he came to her for a reason and she wasn't going to scare it out of him.]

Hey, Sugar. [She sounds sympathetic, and holds her arms out for a hug.] What's going on?

Hi.

(Her voice is more soothing in person than over the communicator. Actually, her being there in general was just soothing. Eddie steps automatically into her arms and rests his face against her chest. It's an odd comfort, and maybe it reminds him of his mother when he was really small, but it's nice to hug a woman like this if only because it felt safe in a warm kind of way.

Eddie doesn't think about getting her shirt dirty, doesn't think much of anything at all except he needs this desperately.)

Everything goes to shit. (He squeaks against her, his voice muffled. Eddie pulls his face up and he's crying very softly. The kind of tears that just go without the sobbing breaths. They run through the chalk and make his face a colorful mess.)

We sa-saw our future, Rogue. Everything is so, so bad.

[She can feel him crying, but she doesn't care, she gently strokes the back of his head, his shoulders and back, letting him do what he needs.]

Oh, Eddie... [She frowns a little and reaches down to wipe at his tears with the pad of her gloved thumb.]

C'mon. Let's have a seat, I've got tea. You can tell me whatever you need to. [She was his sister, damn it. She was gonna let him cry as much as he needed to. She wasn't sure what could be so bad, but considering he'd fought some weird demon clown? It could probably be pretty fucking bad.

Carefully, she leads him toward the couch.]

Thanks.

(He has never been that interested in tea, but he wasn't going to say no either. A warm drink sounded nice in a distant sort of way. He walks with her to the couch, thinking for a moment that he had to find a pair of gloves he could wear around Rogue. If only so he could hold her hand sometimes.

He sits down on the couch, tucking his hands under his legs. He sits back against the couch.)

If one of your best friends died and you were in a bad place, would you try and get their body out of it?

Of course.

[Rogue lets him sit, pouring the tea almost immediately. For Eddie, she takes a wild guess and manages to add some sort of sugar-substitute. With two cups in her hands, she comes over to the couch and takes a seat before handing Eddie one of the cups] It's not as good as it would be at home.

[Just, for the record.

Rogue sets the cup of tea on her knee, watching Eddie carefully. The poor kid looked like hell, and while she had queestions, she'd let him speak, first. He was the one that had reached out to her, after all.

When he speaks, she frowns, remembering the water crashing down around Dr. Grey as she held the X-Jet aloft long enough to get the engine running again. She would have been crushed by the water pressure, drowned. They hadn't been able to find a body. And so they left her.] I would- if it were possible. If I was in a dangerous situation, I know my friends would want me to get out more than they'd want their body buried.

[She's surprisingly quick to answer.But this was something you had to think about, when you were an X-Man.]

What happened, Eddie?

I don't have too high of expectations for tea.

(Eddie admits. He's used to iced tea at the most, so really, she was safe. He takes a small sip and decides that it isn't so bad. He takes another sip. Her response makes him feel guilty though. Guilty for being so upset, and he stares down at his knees, sinking a bit into himself. Was he selfish for being upset?)

Maybe it's stupid.

(He mumbles the words. Though the situation hadn't been like that. They could have gotten him out. And he was forgotten. That and everything else....Really, it was Ben thinking he belonged there that hurt more than everything else.)

I die. Fighting It when I'm older. It rips my arm off and I bleed out and die. (He stares down at his tea.) And Richie's taking care of my body but then for some reason Bev and Ben tell him to ditch it. And Ben says I belong in the sewers. But maybe I'm being dumb about being upset about it. I don't know. Selfish I guess.

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