Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time I had stood in front of him, my heart bared for him to see.
"I love you."
He had closed his eyes, shook his head and turned away. Didn't say no. "You're too young Marie."
Now he stands in front of me, eyes wet with desperation. And maybe a little fear.
"I love you."
Now it's me that turns away, that shakes my head, that closes my eyes. Doesn't matter, not like I can see much anyway.
"You're too young Logan."
AN: I know … short right. Just something that I couldn't get out of my head, the muses only gave me this much so blame them.
Want a sneak peak at an upcoming Rogan story to make you feel better? Okay this one … could be quite some time away … I've got two other long stories to write and this one is immensely complicated. I'm talking like … nah, don't want to give anything away. But trust me, this is a good one, so put me in your favs and keep checking.
Currently Nameless Story
She woke up to a roar that had her screaming and clutching at her temple in alarm. The inside of her head felt like a torrent. Logan, Bobby and Hank came running in; Hank immediately pushed her back down on the bed and mouthed something to her. For some reason Bobby hugged her tightly and peppered her face with kisses then he too mouthed something to her.
She wondered why they didn't just talk.
She wondered where Scott was.
Panicking silently at the increasing tension in her head she focused in on herself like she'd been taught, focused on the frightening roar in her head and was surprised to find out that they were words.
Voices.
Horrible voices, screaming over one another, telling her what they would do to her if they ever got a hold of her, what they think of her.
How she had murdered them.
What in the world was happening to her? She hadn't ever killed anyone.
Then a soothing voice she is sure she knows but can't recognise over the din tells her to ignore them. Imagine doors, it tells her, now imagine slamming them shut. The voice is young. Female. So soft she can barely hear her.
She has been working with the Professor for years on her telepathy; he even used the same technique when she was younger to help her not go crazy hearing everyone's thoughts. Was this girl a student of the Professor's? It works a little, some of the voices were gone but she still can't hear what Hank is saying into the phone he's holding.
Maybe he was calling Scott.
Bobby tips up her chin, pulling her attention back to him, his eyes are soft, a little too intimate for her liking and tinged with excitement, but there was sad smile on his face. He mimed something.
Just one word.
"Why are you calling me Rogue?" she asked him.