The Never Ending Story #4: Saving Baby Ryan
Author's note: Hiya pplz !! I had an incredibly good time writing the last story…and the tale just couldn't end
there, so here is the sequel to 'Beautiful Blue' !
I've been thinking over plots lately, and this story is to be about saving Ryan…
Yes yes I just had to have my little joke. The name came to me from the movie titled
'Saving Private Ryan'. Haha. Funny huh?
*ignores whispers of "she's crazy!!"* heh heh
Well just for ur info, I've decided to truly make this the never ending story.
I have plots lined up for at least a dozen sequels cuz I love this series so much.
Hope u don't mind reading and of course reviewing !! ^_^
Well here's the story…
~Rogue~
Dedications: To my sista, addicted annie ^-^, my friends, and all my loyal fans. I wuv u all! ^_^
Disclaimer: Attention Marvel! This is a holdup!
Hand over all your Wolverines right now and nobody gets hurt!
*tries to look menacing* fine fine…*sigh*
all characters except Forest and Ryan (kind of) belong to marvel enterprises.
HAPPY NOW?!!
Song Disclaimer: The song ' ' belongs to _______________. All rites reserved.
Saving Baby Ryan
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Rogue was smiling so hard that her cheeks felt like cracking.
"Wipe that stupid grin off'a yer face an get fixin' with yer dress."
She shook her head to clear the happy daze that clouded her mind.
"Huh?"
Logan was looking at her long gown.
"Y' gotta fix it."
Rogue looked puzzled.
"Why?"
Logan sighed and pointed at the bike.
"It'll get caught."
Sudden realization dawned on Rogue.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Ah can rip it."
Logan held up a hand to stop her.
"Y' sure y' wanna ruin that?"
Rogue laughed.
"Ah reallahy don't cahre raight now! C'mon, help me out heah shugah."
She started to rip at the surrounding skirt of her dress when a loud, somewhat altered but basically familiar sound rent the air.
"Yah—yah—b--but---" She stammered.
"What?" He asked, then realized she hadn't seen his bone claws yet.
"Oh—these—turns out they weren't some crazy experiment. Had 'em all th' time. Weird, huh?"
He let her run her fingers lightly over them before getting to work on the heavy fabric of her dress.
In no time, her long wedding gown was transformed into a mere skirt that ended above the knees, exposing her nylon-encased legs to the still-chilly winter air.
"Ah don't need this anaymore, ah guess," Rogue said, ripping the veil off and undoing her piled hair, letting it flow free in the slight breeze.
Ever since she had found out she was pregnant with Ryan, she had let it grow free until it reached to about the middle of her shapely back.
Logan couldn't help staring for a few moments.
"Logan, ahre we going or not?"
Rogue's voice startled him out of his drooling stupor.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. Get on."
He mounted the bike and waited until she had wrapped her arms around his waist before kick starting the engine and pulling out of the church parking lot.
"So, what now?"
He wouldn't have heard her through the wind if it hadn't been for his intricate sense of hearing.
"Well," He shouted back.
"I thought we'd get together…y'know, move in with each other, get married, raise our kids…"
Rogue leaned back slightly.
"Kids? As in more than one?"
Logan grinned.
"Yeah. As in more than one."
Rogue digested this for a moment.
"Y' gonna help me faind Ryan, shugah?"
Logan glanced behind him at her face.
"Of course. I had a lil suggestion…dunno if ye'd like it though."
Rogue practically bounced up and down on the seat.
"Tell maih!" She said in a loud squeal very reminiscent of one miss Jubilee.
Logan winced.
"Be a lil easier on the ears, darlin', yer worse than that lil firecracker friend of yours,"
Rogue lowered her voice.
"Sorrahy. Tell maih please."
His tone became less teasing as he spoke about his plan.
"Well, I thought we'd skip town 'n get hitched…how does Vegas sound?"
He felt her arms tighten around his waist.
"Sounds good, shugah. Where does Ryan fit in all this?"
He changed gears.
"Thought insteada takin' that vacation thin', we'd search for him 'n kick some ass while we're at it."
Rogue grinned from behind him.
"That's so romahntic," She said teasingly.
He shrugged.
"Hey, I ain't Summers, but 't least we'll have a good time."
They only too well recalled Scott's courting of the redheaded Jean Grey.
"Remembah when he proposed?"
Logan chuckled.
"Nobody ever forgets a thin' like that, darlin'. He just about yelled at th' moon fer not bein' full on th' big night. Poor guy was so nervous he nearly shitted his pants."
Rogue smiled and snuggled closer to his back.
"Maybe it was jus' me, but I could swear all y' lil kids doubled yer volume. Good ol' Chuck wouldn't let me kill none o' yah, not even fer an example."
Rogue slapped his back lightly.
"Yer evil!" She said in mock anger.
Logan shrugged.
"Then I'm probably a bad influence on yeh."
The southern girl with the skunk-striped hair frowned.
"No yah're not, shugah. Yah're th' best thang that evah happened t' meh."
Logan sighed.
"Then y' don't have very good luck."
Rogue frowned.
"That's not true, shugah," She said in a firm tone. "Ah have lots of luck. Good luck, at that."
She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Ah have yah son, an ah have you, an ah can touch y' both. That's prettahy dahned lucky."
Rogue giggled suddenly.
"What?" Logan asked, the contagious smile spreading to his face.
"Ah jus' realized somethang," Rogue said.
"What?" Logan repeated.
"Y' nevah proposed t' meh," Rogue said as she blew a strand of hair off of her face.
Logan raised his eyebrows.
"I didn't?" He asked incredulously.
Rogue leaned her head on his back.
"No, but it's okay. Ah know y' meant t'."
"No," Logan said, easing the bike to a stop.
"It's not okay. Get off."
Rogue slipped off the bike, her knees feeling weak.
"What ahre yah doing?" She asked with wide green eyes.
"Doin' what I shoulda done a long time ago. I'm proposin'."
Logan sank to his knees and took Rogue's hands gently in his.
"I may not be as damned articulated as Gumbo, an I ain't no one-eye in relationships, but I know fucking well when I got somethin' good goin' fer me, an this here is some pretty good shit."
Rogue smiled as Logan cleared his throat.
"I'm pretty much fucked up, an I ain't got nothin' t' give y' but myself…an kids, if y' want 'em."
Rogue kneeled down and put a hand to his face.
"Oh shugah," She whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"That's plentahy."
Logan smiled grimly.
"Fer a smart girl yer pretty blind about choices. Y' could have th' Cajun instead---yeh'd have th' finest o' treatment, an y' wouldn't hafta put up with my stupidity all th' friggin' time."
Rogue grinned and gave Logan a quick kiss.
"Ah laike stupid people," She said, her tone musical with laughter.
Logan took her hands in his again.
"I…I…I…Are y' sure I should ask? 'Member, there's no turnin' back from here."
Rogue looked him confidently in the eyes.
"Ah'm sure," She told him, her tone steady with decision.
Logan looked at her face closely, reading her expression and using his natural instincts to decipher what her true feelings on the subject were.
"Y' won't back out?"
Rogue shook her head.
"Ah won't back out."
Logan sighed.
"Okay then, but y' dunno what yer gettin' yerself inta."
He looked away for a moment, trying to fit the words together in his head.
"Y' wanna blow this joint and tie th' knot?"
Rogue burst into giggles, that sentence being what she least expected.
"O-of c-course," She gasped between spasms.
Logan raised his eyebrows.
"Y-yes! Ah'll b-blow th' j-joint an t-taih th' k-k-knot with y', s-s-shugah."
Logan's face relaxed and he pulled her to his chest.
"Glad y' want t'," He said affectionately as he kissed her hair.
He held her like that for a while, just reveling in the feeling of having her for his own after so long.
"Logan," Rogue said finally.
"Shouldn't we be going? It's ah long way t' Vegas."
Logan grinned and kissed her hair.
"Yeah. Let's get goin' darlin'."
He helped her to her feet and lifted her back onto the bike seat.
"Vegas, heah we come!" Rogue said jokingly as Logan climbed back on and started the engine.
"Guess so," He said.
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