Less fuss this way.
Don't want to make a mess. Where then?
Oh, the bathtub. Easy to clean. I could even run a bath; no, don't want to be found in the bath.
Hmmmm...
The lake. I can stop by the kitchen on the way.
When did these stairs get so long? Need to be somewhere he can't find me. Not until...
Not until I'm done.
Where's the knife drawer? Damn, the knives were in here yesterday. Well, I guess this will have to do.
There, I have everything. Nobody will miss me. Nobody will care. Nobody except him...
Not going to think about that.
Here it is. The perfect spot. No one can find me.
It's time.
Logan walked down along the lake in the early evening chill. He could smell Marie in the air, but had yet to find her. He could also smell...
His breath quickened. It couldn't be, she couldn't have, not without talking to him, not without telling him...
He started to run, following the elusive trail of perfume and Rogue-scent until he reached his destination.
"Marie, Baby, how could you?..."
Marie turned around guiltily, attempting to hide the pint of Rocky Road she was trying to gnaw open in the absence of a knife to cut the clear plastic covering. "Uh.. hi Logan." She flashed him that innocent grin that almost always won him over.
Not tonight.
"You came out to eat ice cream without telling me?" Rogue looked apprehensive.
"Sugah, ah wanted to tell you, but..." She faltered at the look on his face, then let out a long sigh and held up her spoon.
Wolverine leapt at the chance, and after snagging the utensil out of her trembling fingers and taking the carton equally brutally, he snicked the covering off without a second thought and dug in.
Rogue, ice-creamless and spoonless, was reduced to stealing Logan's spoon until he growled at her to give it back.
Even the best-laid plans can go astray.