Fic: Getaway (lil'Rogue, Mystique/Destiny)

[willowaus]

Title: Getaway
Author: willowaus
Characters/Pairings: lil'Rogue, Mystique/Destiny
Rating: K
Summary: Rogue learns how to drive.
A/N: For resolute who wanted a story of little Rogue learning to drive the "getaway car".



Anna sank back against the seat. Blowing on her bangs, watching them rise and fall. Fluttering through the air like wings. It was hot--hotter than hell like old Miss Jenkins would say--and the car didn't have any air conditioning. So the windows were rolled down letting in flies and she kept hoping for a bumblebee or a butterfly to join them. But nope. Nothing that exciting seemed to be happening.

A tiny bead of sweat trailed down her forehead, making her go cross-eyed as she followed its path along her nose. She shifted against the seat, making scrunching noises. Her back feeling as moist as her armpits. "Stop that," Momma ordered, from the front seat. Her own fingers tapping along the steering wheel as she stared into the never ending line of automobiles.

"Its hot," Anna whined, continuing the motion. Trying to get comfortable. Stopping when her mother turned around, yellow eyes flashing in warning. "Yes, ma'am."

She sank back, crossing her arms. Stared out the window at the car across from them. Windows rolled up. She bet they had air conditioning. "Come here," Momma stated, and Anna turned. Raised an eyebrow. Unsure who she was speaking to until the woman beckoned with a finger.

Anna undid her seat belt and climbed over the seat, climbing into her mother's lap. "She is seven," Oma stated from the passenger seat. The first words she'd spoken since they'd left behind their Virginia Beach apartment. Anna had a feeling they wouldn't be going back.

"I know her age," Momma grumbled, placing Anna's hands on the steering wheel.

Anna's eyes grew wide. Excited. "I"m gonna drive?"

"She cannot see over the steering wheel." That was definitely Oma's admonishing voice.

"If'n I stand I can!" Anna showed her mother. Beaming. "See!"

"Hush, child," Oma interrupted.

Anna frowned, hands on her hips. "You're talkin' like I ain't even here."

"Anna," Momma stated, an air of warning to her voice.

"Yes, Momma." Anna gave an apologetic smile before pursing her lips. Thoughtful. "But why I gotta see over it anyway?"

She froze at her mother's look. Like she was assessing that statement. "A very good question."

Oma snorted and Anna's mouth dropped open. Astonished. "Do not be foolish."

Momma waved her hand and put Anna's hands on the wheel. "She would not be driving long. Just enough that we can make our getaway."

"Like Robin and Lil'John did with the cart and horse?" Anna asked, gripping the wheel tightly.

Momma brushed her hair back, smiling. "Yes."

Oma was looking at both of them and even if her eyes didn't see anymore, Anna swore she could see disapproval shining through them. "Only she will be driving a massive piece of metal that could kill her."

Anna shook her head. Touching the dashboard. "I like metal, Oma. Feels cool."

"Quiet, darling." Oma reached over, drawing her hand through Anna's hair. Giving that look that said she knew something. "Go sit back down. We are about to move."

Anna scrambled from her mother's lap and buckled up. Grinning as the car in front of them finally began to drive. The breeze drifted through the car, cooling them down a bit and Anna looked out the window watching Virginia Beach pass by. Maybe she'd get to drive the next car that Momma got for them. She thought she'd enjoy that. Especially if it had air conditioner.