Lost and Found
Author: Victoria aka. Duskspectre
Summary: A motorcycle roars through the gates of Charles Xavier's Academy for the Gifted… Logan comes back to the only thing that's ever mattered, only to find, that she's gone.
Pairing: Wolverine/Rogue =)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men, they're rightfully Marvel's!
Prologue
He downed the Scotch and swiped at his chin with the back of his hand. His other hand sent the glass sliding down the bar to meet the barkeep at the end. The old man poured him another and sent it sliding back. Logan gripped the glass tightly, bringing it up to his lips and gulping it down, signalling for another.
The barkeep obliged, refilling the glass but the surprise evident in his eyes at the man who seemed far from intoxication.
Logan ignored him…and the burning sensation in his throat and again downed the glass' amber contents. For the first time in his life, he was drinking to forget.
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Somewhere in the South, in a small room, her deft hands fumbled around her neck and undid the dogtags she'd worn for the past three years. She let them trickle from her hand onto the bedside and there she left them.
She pulled on her bag and quietly exited the room, and out the door. Greeting the midnight air with a sigh she lingered at the garage, her nimble fingers brushed across the hoods of the various cars. She made for the convertible but her eye caught sight of Scott's motorcycle leaning casually against the wall.
She smiled lightly as she walked over to it, Cyclop's pride and joy ever since his first 'baby' had been taken by that 'awful' Wolverine.
At that, she frowned, the dull pain throbbing somewhere inside again at the mention of him.
Him…
She reached up to her neck to finger her well-worn tags but was met with surprise when she remembered their abandon by her bedside.
She was almost tempted to retrieve it, to feel the cold metal against her skin again…close to her heart where he was but no…
She didn't need another milestone around her neck.
Marie mounted the motorcycle, gripping the handles awkwardly.
The Logan inside her acted and on his accord, she knew what to do. Now it was like an old friend, warm but clumsy.
Her fingers turned the key as the engine elicited a violent growl.
Like Logan, in his berserker rage…
Marie left the thought in the air when she tore out of the driveway, the gates opening slowly for her exit before closing slowly behind her.
Once Marie, now Rogue.
The loneliness was nothing new to her. She was surrounded by hundreds of teens everyday at the Mansion.
But…
It didn't matter, the same awkwardness, the same wariness and the same facades hung in the air around her.
And it became painstakingly obvious one day…that only he could help her.
That's why she was running away…because she couldn't be satisfied with the evanescent memory he had left behind.
Author's Note: First story in…a few years? All the same, review! Constructive criticism is appreciated =) Question as to whether I should continue or not…