My first X-man fanfic. Rated for later langauge and romance. I don't own the characters.

Fighting the Feeling

An X-men movie fanfic

By Chrissy G.

Prologue

Everything had changed. It was doubtful if it would ever be the same again. Jean, Scott and the professor were gone. A mutant cure had been found and it had changed the lives of many mutants, be it for the better or the worse. Some even got the cure against their will.

Rogue had been one of the mutants who had been given the cure. It was supposed to have made her life better, being able to experience contact between herself and another person. A certain person. Her boyfriend Bobby. The first day that Rogue came back after being cured, she held his hand (really held his hand) and for the first time, she had felt him. She didn't let it stop at just holding his hand either. If she was going to touch him, she was going to go all out with it. Her first time touching Bobby became her first time having sex with Bobby.

After that first time, she wanted to touch everybody. There was a certain thrill to having her skin against someone else's. She could give hugs, hi-fives, handshakes, and even bump into people without the fear of absorbing their powers and possibly killing them. After a few weeks though, the thrill had worn off. It was no longer as exciting when she touched someone. Even being around Bobby was losing its effect on her. She had touched just about everyone in the mansion. Everyone, except for Logan.

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After the Alcatraz incident, Logan had kept to himself, bottling up his emotions inside of him. Whenever asked to talk about it, he refused. A few times, he had made threats, withdrawing his dagger claws in order to scare a person so bad that the subject would get dropped. It got to the point where he couldn't stand being in the mansion any longer. Late one night, he took one of the cars from the garage and just drove off. He never had a destination in mind, but when he arrived in Florida three days later, he turned around and came back to the mansion.

From then on, he set himself to the routine of leaving the mansion around lunchtime and returning around nine-thirty with a large case of beer. For the rest of the night he would sit in the common room, drinking as many as beers as it took to get himself nice and drunk. Then he would either fall asleep in the common room or stagger down the hall to his bedroom. Everyone had stopped paying attention to Logan, in the hopes that he would eventually snap out of it. Everyone, except for Rogue. Whenever she saw him, she gave him a small smile before Bobby called her away. Deep down, it made Logan glad to know that Rogue still cared, even if she was busy with her boyfriend.