Her Curse, Her Cure
By the Daughter of the Black
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or any of the ideas or settings. If I did own Logan, I would never let him see the light of day.
It was only a week after the funerals of the beloved mutants when all hell broke loose again. It was supposed to be a quiet day, except Logan was on the rampage, he was supposed to be teaching the older kids how to use teamwork in the Danger Room, but actually, he could be seen ripping apart drones with his adimantium claws. It was shocking to see the Wolverine in such a feral mood after having such a morose version only yesterday. Finally, Storm turned the power off and sent the children out to the garden; Logan retracted his claws and waited for his power to heal to kick in.
Storm frowned when the muscle bound maniac made his way towards the kitchen, ignoring everything else. When he pulled a beer from the stash on the highest shelf, Kitty and Bobby walked into the room, he grunted, expecting them to leave. They merely sat down on stools and began to eat the cookies that Storm had made that morning. It was awful; everyone knew that if Rogue came back she would be crushed by this development. They disgusted Logan, he stalked out to the garage and got onto the bike that had belonged to Scott, and he quickly rode out of the gates, to the surprise of many students. Logan had stayed in the mansion for longer than anyone had expected, and many had come to see him as the authority figure.
Logan could stand no more of the sad children, the whispers about Rogue, or the blatant disregard for her. She had it harder than almost any mutant, and she took it in stride, when she had left that night, it tore him up inside. He could not stand to think that she was in this much pain. When he saw a woman on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride, he ignored it at first, and then he noticed the two white streaks on either side of her face. He turned around, barely keeping himself from wiping out. He stopped and she smiled at him, she still wore the gloves, out of habit, and gripped his hand and swung herself over the back of the motorcycle. They did not talk; they just drove around until Logan decided to go back to the mansion, when they saw the gates, Rogue's arms squeezed tighter around his torso.
"Logan, it didn't work, my powers were stronger than the serum. My powers are not the same, I can feel mental switch of sorts, but I haven't tested it yet." Rogue was trying to gauge his reaction.
Logan pulled over and stopped, "Okay, try it on me."
Rogue pulled off a glove and hesitantly moved it towards Logan's bare hand. She only put it lightly on his hand, hoping it would not hurt him, after a few seconds and nothing happened Rogue smiled and kissed him on the cheek, he smiled slightly and ruffled her hair. She quickly pulled off her jacket and shoved it in her back pack, now she only wore a black halter top and blue jeans. The gloves followed the jacket, and once she was set, the pair continued on their way to the school. When he realized that everyone would just be getting out of lessons, he grabbed her bag and slung his arm around her shoulder. Since he had shed his leather jacket, his skin was warm against her own bare flesh, and she was happy that he was the first to really touch her skin without danger.
They had just walked into the hall, when Kitty and Bobby stopped at the foot of the stairs, others who saw the Wolverine enter the hall stared, and many had to gaze directly at Rogue before realizing that she was not sucking the life out of him. Bobby who was standing very close to Kitty saw Rogue, but she also saw him. He walked across the distance and Logan moved away, he wrapped his arms around her, she did not move her arms from her side. Only seconds later, his skin was ashy, and his breathing ragged, Logan reacted first, he stepped forward and wrenched Bobby from her, and he crumpled to the floor. Storm who had come in a moment or two before, stepped through the crowds, quickly, she directed one of the other teachers to pick the boy up and take him to the infirmary.
"Rogue, you know how dangerous that is-," Storm was cut off because the girl had turned into Logan's embrace; he wrapped his arms around her. Storm was ready to separate the two, when he saw Logan gently stroking her hair and speaking softly to her.
Bobby who was fighting to stay conscious yelled, "She's mine, you can't touch her!"
Rogue stepped away from the strong arms and walked over to him; she slapped him, and said that she was no one's. Logan gently pulled her from the spot and took her to his room, he sat her down on the chair and grabbed a can of pop from the fridge, and he handed it to the girl. She took it and set it down on the table, Logan sat down next to her, unaware of her thoughts. Before he realized what she was doing, her lips covered his and she was kissing him deeply, he responded, and somehow he knew, she wasn't trying to get back at Bobby.
Later, when the two walked into dinner, Logan got some strange looks, his arm around Rogue's waist and her hand in his back pocket. Storm who sat at the teacher's table was shocked and happy for the two. Bobby recovered a week later, and Kitty broke up with him, he tried to beat Logan up, but knocked unconscious in the process. Logan and Rogue fit together like puzzle pieces, but somehow they still fought, but that only seemed to bring them closer together. As far as Storm went, she felt the presence of Charles Xavier, Jean, and Scott smiling down on the school, now that the storm had passed, and the cure applied.