Father Figure
Summary: Rogue is sick of father figures. Post-X3 AU drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: For scribblemyname, who prompted me with Rogue/Logan and "She never had much luck with daddies." This was such a challenge to write!
Rogue never had much luck with daddies: they always abandoned her in the end. Her biological father had left her family for a blonde bimbo, and her stepfather had practically pushed her out the door when her mutation manifested.
She didn't want a new father figure. She didn't need one. She was twenty-two years old, capable of living her own life and making her own decisions, and she could make it on her own without someone playing daddy to watch over her and make sure she was safe.
And that was why Logan infuriated her. He looked at her sometimes like she was a kid, a helpless little girl, and yeah, she could admit that their relationship had started with him playing the rescuer to her damsel in distress - but those days were over now. She was an X-Man, his teammate and equal, and she didn't need saving any more. She was an adult - a woman, not a girl.
As they had grown closer over the years, fighting side by side, supporting each other through respective heartbreaks, her feelings for him had morphed from schoolgirl crush to something deeper, warmer, more complex and mature. But he drove her crazy. They would go out to bars together and he would buy her drinks, look at her with hungry eyes. They would spar in the Danger Room together and he would banter with her, every sentence laced with barely-disguised flirtation and innuendo. Yet still he called her 'kid'; still he ruffled her hair; still he treated her like the teenager she had been when they had met.
She loved the interest he took in her life. She loved the attention he paid to her. She loved him. But she was waiting for the day he would stop pretending to be the father figure they both knew he wasn't.
Fin
