Title: Overrun
Rating: PG-13
Summery: For the life of me, I am incapable of making one
Fandom: X-Men:Movieverse
POV: Rogue



Life is life a cup. At least to me. It seems that people all around me have a vision of what and who I am. I am an ornate cup; pretty to look at but soon forgotten in this merry world called life. Host, the cup or me as some might care to view, am overrun. I am overrun with the emotions that weave slapdash nightmares in my swarming head. It's sad that after all my years the most genuine thing I'm in contact with causes the most additional pain. Logan-the air I breathe comes from him. It must be an aura he gives that makes everything around him seem so ordinary and fruitless. Without him, my life would be nothing but shadows. I tend to hover in the shadows now, watching them. I hide in the darkness wishing I were she.

I am overrun with anger

I watch their leering glances. His hazel eyes lit afire with his yearning for her. She always responds with a quiet cherry blush, which she has no right to produce. So I watch them, how his hands seem to be half way up her skirt before they even reach the bedroom. A little more of me dies each time I see it. More of me is emptied with the anger that it is her he wants.

I am overrun with agony

I follow them with silent footsteps. They know I follow them. He could smell my ten million miles away. But she leaves the door ajar, something he would never do. He is to cautious for that, to aware of his senses to leave a door opens like that. But she is acutely aware that she does it. Because she knows I get around to watching. Like a junkie who knows that the next fix is driving them deeper into despair but just can't stop. So I watch. And I listen. I gaze at the patterns his hands make upon her body-with long stroking movements and fast frenzied kisses. I close my eyes and for a moment I sware it is me who neck he is devouring, not Jean. And when I open up my eyes it's still there and it's not me. So I run, run to my room hoping that sleep will claim me and take me away from the agony of their touch.

I am overrun with memories

I throw myself at the pillows and cry silent screams into the white linen. I shut my eyes, trying to keep the memories at bay. But then I learn I cannot, I have him in my head. It was always Jean he wanted; from the first time he caught sight of the ruby colored hair and the pristine white lab coat. So I have him in my head making love to her as well. And I can't sleep, for behind clouded eyes I see them again, and again, and again.

I am overrun with happiness

I hear them finish, that in itself is inescapable. So I hear the door creak slightly as he leaves her room. I am always waiting for him, when he leaves. "Hi Logan." I say softly I the darkness. He smiles "Hey Kid" he says. And the smile is enough to fill me with happiness, but the sentiment of "Hey Kid" is enough to kill me. So because of that smile I wake up everyday. Because that one moment with him, the one smile he can give me has to be enough.