AoA #1: Only Time
Only Time (Enya, 'A day without Rain')
Who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
---only time
And who can say
if your love grows
As your heart chose
---only time
le do do lay
do do lay
do do lay
le do lay
Who can say
Why your heart sighs
As your love flies
---only time
And who can say
Why your heart cries
When your love lies
---only time
le do do lay
do do lay
do do lay
le do lay
Who can say
When the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say
When the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart
Night keeps all your heart
Le do do lay
Do lay
Le do lay
Do lay
Do…
Who can say
If your love grows
As your heart chose
---only time
And who can say
Where the road goes
Where the day flows
---only time
Who knows---only time
Who knows---only time
Author's note: This story is inspired by some fics I read that told about movie verses Rogue and Logan during the end of the word…caused by the Legacy Virus. But what if they were truly the last two on earth? What if there was absolutely no one else? Beware…sad times ahead for any fans of the X-men except for Rogue and Wolverine fans.
Enjoy!
~1LiLRoGuE/KaTe~
Disclaimer: All right Marvel, here's how its gonna be…you give me Wolverine, and I'll stop writing these fan fics so you don't have to read any more disclaimers. ^-^ err fine Wolverine and all X-men mentioned in this story belong to MARVEL and not ME . !!!
Song disclaimer: The wonderful song 'Only Time' is done by the talented enya.
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"Rogue? Rogue? Can you hear me?"
There it was again. That annoying murmur that had interrupted her happy dreams, dreams of touching people, especially Remy.
Rogue reluctantly opened her emerald eyes to take in her sunny bedroom and a rumpled looking figure standing over her bed.
"Rogue?"
"Wha? Is thaht you, Logan? Fo' Christ's sakes it's onlay---"
She glanced at her dresser clock.
"Ten in th' mornin?! Mah mistake, shugah, ah should be up bai now."
She pushed off her covers.
"Dammit, Cyaik is gonna be so upset. Ah missed mah dangah room session for th' third taime this week."
Logan took a shaky breath.
"He's not gonna be, Rogue."
Rogue turned, surprised to hear the man called Wolverine sounding so close to tears.
"What? But he alwahys is."
Logan looked like he was in a severe state of shock.
"He's dead."
Rogue's face turned white.
"But he cahn't be," She said, unbelieving.
"He is," Logan said, his eyes blank. "They all are."
She felt vaguely sick as the words began to take impact.
"Yah're kidding," She said, shaking her head stubbornly.
"No," Logan stated dully.
Rogue began to rock back and forth, her mind unable to process what she had just learned.
Scott. Jean. Ororo. Hank. Jubilee. Bobby. Kitty. Peter. Warren. Betsy. Kurt. All dead.
And Remy.
Her stomach churned and she barely suppressed a wave of nausea.
"How?" She asked weakly.
"Legacy," Logan said, sinking down onto the bed beside her.
"They're all dead," He repeated. "I mean everyone."
She shuddered.
"Y' sure?"
He nodded.
"Powers off. Water's cold. Took a lil walk outside an checked the houses. All gone."
They stayed quiet for a while, simply gazing at each other as their brains registered that they were the last ones left alive on earth.
"Ahre y' sure?" Rogue asked finally. "Y' weren't mistaken?"
"No," Logan said sadly. "They weren't breathin'. No pulse. I checked. An they smelled dead."
Rogue shuddered.
"Y' check Remy?" She asked, a desperate plea in her voice.
"Yep," Logan looked tired. "All dead."
Rogue suddenly understood what had hit him so hard.
"Jean," She whispered.
"Dead too."
Rogue leaned back, tears streaming down her face.
"Whaih all at once?" She asked to no body in particular.
"I dunno," Logan said with an empty voice.
He got up and looked out the window.
Rogue sank back against her pillows.
"Whaih ahre we still alaive, then?" She asked, watching his back and his tensed neck muscles.
"Prob'ly th' healin stuff," He said, never turning his head to her.
A thought struck her.
"Then Sabertooth's alaive, too," She said in a disgusted tone.
Logan let out a roar and slashed her curtains to shreds with his claws.
"Calm down, shugah," She said, inching backwards over to the edge of her bed.
Ah'm left with th' last person on earth an it hasta be ol' temper boy heah. What luck.
"Sorry."
Logan glanced out the window to the sunny, snow-covered winter landscape for a moment more before quietly leaving the room.
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Rogue took a cold shower and dressed slowly, wishing she didn't have to leave her room to get food, worried that she might chance upon the decomposing bodies of her friends.
The panic that maybe Logan had abandoned her began to register, making her hands shake as she attempted to carry out some semblance to the routine of her former life.
At some moments it became too hard, and she would simply collapse on her bed, tears squeezing themselves out of her as though she were a ketchup bottle.
Just before darkness claimed her little room in its grasp, Logan entered carrying some food, flashlights and blankets, his features molded into a state of grim acceptance.
"Heya," He said, glad of his enhanced night vision.
"Logan!" Rogue cried, shooting for him and nearly crushing him in a tight hug.
"Whoah, whoah, need t' breath!" Logan grunted, glad for the adamantium for the first time in his life.
Rogue grinned, for a moment forgetting the tragic circumstances that had wound itself around them.
"Sorrahy, ah forget how strong ah am."
He smiled grimly and kissed her hair softly, like he used to do a long time ago when they were both happier people.
"I brought some grub," He said, holding up the bag.
"When y' say it laike that, shugah, it's just so appetizing," Rogue said teasingly.
He grinned half-heartedly and proceeded to divide the booty between them.
"Ahre y' gonna be okay, shugah?" She asked, seeing the vague look return to his face.
"Yeah," He said heavily.
Rogue laid her head on his shoulder.
"It's gonna be okahy," She said, amazed that somehow, she was adapting to the idea of living alone.
"How kin y' be so---carefree?" He asked, almost envious. "Y' jus' lost Gumbo. Don't it hurt?"
Rogue wiped the eyes she thought she had cried out during the previous hours.
"It hurts somethang terrible, shugah, but ah'm tryin' not t' think about it. Remy would'a wanted maih to concentrate on survaiving, not grieving for him till ah daihed too. Ah mean, we're th' last people alaive! If we don't live, humahn kaind will be extinct. It's important thaht we live, Logan. Grieving won't help."
He nodded sadly, knowing she was right but unable to stop his heart from burning.
"It feels so stahnge t' say we're th' last people on earth," She said, chewing thoughtfully on her food.
Logan closed his eyes.
"Yeah," He said with a sigh.
They finished their food in silence.
"Rogue, we're gonna have t' leave the mansion," Logan said as he pushed away his plate.
She looked at him, puzzled.
"But—theah's watah heah. An theah's shelter—an food! Whaih leave?"
"The bodies, Rogue," Logan said with a grim smile. "It's gonna smell like hell here within a week. Y' just can't wash it out. Sides, we need t' live somewhere where we kin' grow food 'n hunt."
Rogue's expression sobered.
"Yah're raight…theah's too many mem'ries heah," She said, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Don't cry, darlin'," Logan said, pulling her against him and patting her back.
"Y' were right. 'S not gonna help us. Now let's sleep fer the night and light out t'morrow, okay?"
Rogue nodded against his chest and loosened her hold on him as he reached for their blankets.
"Will y' stay with meh, shugah?" She asked timidly.
"Course," He said, starting to unroll a blanket on the floor.
"No," She said. " Ah meant on th' bed."
"Oh," He said, stopping.
"I—I guess,"
Rogue bit her lip.
"It's okahy if'n y' don't want t', shugah. Ah understand, with mah skin n all."
He shook his head.
"'S not that, darlin'. I might hurtcha with my claws."
Rogue laughed for the first time in what felt like years.
"Ah'm invulnerable!" She said between giggles.
"Yer not gonna hurt me none."
"Oh yeah," He said with a stupid grin.
"I forgot about that."
They climbed into the bed, Rogue still chuckling.
"Hang on," She said, remembering she had to change for sleep.
"Ah gotta throw some jammies on."
She reached for her big t-shirt when she realized that Logan was still watching her, somewhat keenly,
"Uhh, Logan, can y' look away?"
He blushed.
"Uhh-sure. Sorry bout that."
He looked at the window until he felt her slide under her covers beside him.
"Y' can look now, shugah. 'S safe."
Logan was quick to strip himself down to boxers as he prepared for bed.
"Uh—Logan---is it safe fer y' to weah so lil' when yah're with meh?"
He slid in next to her.
"It's what I always wear. Yeh'll be fine if y' can keep yer hands t' yerself."
She slapped him with a glove-encased hand.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
She grinned.
"Fer bein' a jerk. Now let's get some sleep."
She laid her head onto her pillow and was on the verge of falling asleep when she felt Logan lock his arm around her waist, his hand cupping her breast.
"Uhh," She said, unsure of what to do.
"Oh, gee, sorry," Logan said as he realized what he was doing.
He pulled his hand away and put it on a less suggestive part of her anatomy, glad it was dark so she couldn't see his flaming cheeks.
"Thanks," She said sleepily.
"No problem," He said with a yawn.
Then sleep claimed the last people on earth.
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