Author: Amandab9@aol.com
Shippers: Logan/Mystique; Logan/Rogue
Rated: PG-13/R
Disclaimer: Damn it! I don't own them!
Summary: Alternate ending to the scene in which Mystique enters Logan's tent.
Warning: My first X-men or X-men2 fic. And I have never read the comics.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Logan watched Mystique's skin changed from one beautiful woman to the next. She landed on Rogue's form and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop it."
Rogue's fair skin began to melt back into the blue shell of Mystique's true form.
"No. I meant to stay like that."
Yellow eye met his. But soon they were brown and it was Rogue. His Rogue who he could finally touch.
"Like this? This is what ya want?" the familiar drawl asked.
No, not like this. He didn't want a cheap imitation of Rogue. He wanted the real one. Her beauty shown from inside and out, something Mystique couldn't pull off no matter whose face she pretended to be. He didn't want it like this. He couldn't do this. He wouldn't.
"Just like that," he heard his traitorous mouth say. "Don't change."
"I won't. But I thought ya wanted the red head." Rogue's voice spoke words she would never say. This was wrong, Logan had to stop this.
"It's none of your business."
None of her business meant something he barely understood at the best of times. He wanted Rogue but could never have her. She was too young, too innocent, too deadly. Jean was a safe crush as well as gorgeous. She was married to a guy he never liked, safe, and he noticed her little attraction. He liked Jean - what guy wouldn't? - but if he could have anybody at all there was no contest. He would choose Rogue every time.
How the hell was he supposed to tell that to Mystique of all people?
But he didn't have to. Either she was afraid of him or just didn't really care because she simply shrugged. She angled Rogue's body closer to him and moved Rogue's hands closer to his belt.
"If you ever tell anyone about this."
"I won't."
"You better not."
A smooth tilt of the head that wasn't like Rogue at all.
"Don't ya trust me?" Rogue's drawl hissed in a way she could never manage.
"Not for a second."
Before Mystique could answer in another way to reinforce that she was not Rogue, he leaned forward and grabbed her face towards his.
Lips met and nothing happened. No pain, no powers suck away, no possibility of death. The only way to kiss Rogue was to kiss someone else. Maybe he should warn that kid Bobby. On second thought.
Logan kept his eyes opened as he kissed the lips of an enemy on the face of a friend. He watched as she slowly undressed. He grew impatient when she coyly hit his hand away. Didn't she understand the whole point was to be able to touch her?
A growl was emitted before he could stop himself and suddenly she was pinned down tightly under him. Even he was a little shocked by the motion. His brain didn't seem to be working with his body today.
Mystique was grinning. And suddenly it all clicked. Logan may not have the best grasps on psychology but he could understand what he saw. He saw that she wanted this. The power, the danger, it had to be why she choose him. Wasn't that just true love? But as long as she stayed in Rogue's form he honestly didn't care.
Logan's fingers went to Rogue's hair on their own accord. He let them run down the drained streak of color. Closed his eyes, tried not to breathe in the scent of someone he hated, and let instinct take over. Instinct said he wanted her and she wanted him. Instinct knew that it would never be perfect since it could never happen with the real Rogue. Instinct said to act now before it was too late because there was no way this chance could happen again.
Instinct always won.
===Amanda===
Shippers: Logan/Mystique; Logan/Rogue
Rated: PG-13/R
Disclaimer: Damn it! I don't own them!
Summary: Alternate ending to the scene in which Mystique enters Logan's tent.
Warning: My first X-men or X-men2 fic. And I have never read the comics.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Logan watched Mystique's skin changed from one beautiful woman to the next. She landed on Rogue's form and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop it."
Rogue's fair skin began to melt back into the blue shell of Mystique's true form.
"No. I meant to stay like that."
Yellow eye met his. But soon they were brown and it was Rogue. His Rogue who he could finally touch.
"Like this? This is what ya want?" the familiar drawl asked.
No, not like this. He didn't want a cheap imitation of Rogue. He wanted the real one. Her beauty shown from inside and out, something Mystique couldn't pull off no matter whose face she pretended to be. He didn't want it like this. He couldn't do this. He wouldn't.
"Just like that," he heard his traitorous mouth say. "Don't change."
"I won't. But I thought ya wanted the red head." Rogue's voice spoke words she would never say. This was wrong, Logan had to stop this.
"It's none of your business."
None of her business meant something he barely understood at the best of times. He wanted Rogue but could never have her. She was too young, too innocent, too deadly. Jean was a safe crush as well as gorgeous. She was married to a guy he never liked, safe, and he noticed her little attraction. He liked Jean - what guy wouldn't? - but if he could have anybody at all there was no contest. He would choose Rogue every time.
How the hell was he supposed to tell that to Mystique of all people?
But he didn't have to. Either she was afraid of him or just didn't really care because she simply shrugged. She angled Rogue's body closer to him and moved Rogue's hands closer to his belt.
"If you ever tell anyone about this."
"I won't."
"You better not."
A smooth tilt of the head that wasn't like Rogue at all.
"Don't ya trust me?" Rogue's drawl hissed in a way she could never manage.
"Not for a second."
Before Mystique could answer in another way to reinforce that she was not Rogue, he leaned forward and grabbed her face towards his.
Lips met and nothing happened. No pain, no powers suck away, no possibility of death. The only way to kiss Rogue was to kiss someone else. Maybe he should warn that kid Bobby. On second thought.
Logan kept his eyes opened as he kissed the lips of an enemy on the face of a friend. He watched as she slowly undressed. He grew impatient when she coyly hit his hand away. Didn't she understand the whole point was to be able to touch her?
A growl was emitted before he could stop himself and suddenly she was pinned down tightly under him. Even he was a little shocked by the motion. His brain didn't seem to be working with his body today.
Mystique was grinning. And suddenly it all clicked. Logan may not have the best grasps on psychology but he could understand what he saw. He saw that she wanted this. The power, the danger, it had to be why she choose him. Wasn't that just true love? But as long as she stayed in Rogue's form he honestly didn't care.
Logan's fingers went to Rogue's hair on their own accord. He let them run down the drained streak of color. Closed his eyes, tried not to breathe in the scent of someone he hated, and let instinct take over. Instinct said he wanted her and she wanted him. Instinct knew that it would never be perfect since it could never happen with the real Rogue. Instinct said to act now before it was too late because there was no way this chance could happen again.
Instinct always won.
===Amanda===
