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The mutant's body was rolled up underneath the covers, knees unconsciously tucked near her chest. Her long brown hair was becoming knotted.
Why did you do it?
Then there she was. Sitting in front of couch later that night, when all the kids were asleep.
"Rogue?" Bobby said softly. His lips and face was inches away from hers.
"Bobby!" Rogue said, pushing him away. "I've been through this many times. You know I don't want to hurt you. You know what happened last time."
"But Rogue," his blue eyes was staring intently into hers. "If we don't try, we won't get better."
Rogue's face turned away, and one of her white locks fell, covering her face.
"Rogue?" he said.
In a flash, Rogue began kissing him passionately! She pulled away – feeling herself exhaling the icy vapour. On impulse, she planted her lips on his again while wrapping her gloved arms around his neck.
At last, she pulled away. Ecstatic, they were beginning to overcome the powers of her skin….
"Bobby?" she shrieked. "Bobby!"
His eyes were glazed over, struggling to breathe, his limp body was falling onto her.
"Get some help please! Somebody help me!" she screamed.
Rogue awoke with a start, almost hyperventilating.
She was breathing hard. She closed her eyes and sadly covered her face with her hands.
Realising she'd have trouble falling asleep again, she kicked off her covers and slipped on her gloves and street clothes.
She walked silently to the Medlab.
Logan was prowling the kitchen, hungry for some beer and angry there weren't any.
It's a school, Bobby had told him.
He eyed the cool soda, at once wishing Bobby the Iceman was here to chill it for him.
Oh well. Soda will do then.
Beep. The heavy metal doors unlocked and slowly slid open as she punched in the right password. Then they closed behind her.
As she saw his almost lifeless body on the Medbed, she felt herself choking on an influx of memory again.
"Hank," she had said. "How is he?"
"Not too good miss," the Beast shook his head. "We have to wait and see. He is in a deep coma right now."
"No! No! Bobby…" she shook him, wishing he would wake. He was hooked up to all sorts of monitoring equipment. An IV drip stuck to his arm. A heart monitory regularly producing beep beep – to indicate he was alive…
"Bobby!" she said as she finally settled for grabbing his hand, knowing that he wouldn't wake.
Maybe not ever.
"Why? Why did I do it," she uttered to the dead silence of the room. "Now – I might have killed you."
Yeah, you would have killed him, Magneto's personality and evil voice said in her mind.
"Why did I do it? I can never touch anyone again…"
Beep. The doors were opening again. Then a muscular Logan strolled into the room.
"Logan?" Marie said. "Aren't you – aren't you meant to be asleep?"
"Apparently not," he said as he grabbed a spare chair and sat next to her.
"What's the problem, kid?" he said. "Need any help?"
"Did you follow me here?"
"Sort of, " he squirmed a little. He raised an eyebrow. "He's gonna be ok?"
"You wish," she said. "You know how I told you my first boyfriend was in a coma for three weeks. Well – this is worse."
"Really?" he said.
"Yeah – Dr. McCoy thinks so."
Her eyes were dropped to the floor.
"I should just leave Xavier's…" she said finally.
"What good would it do kid?" he said. Instinctively, he touched the side of her cheek to turn her downcast face towards him. He could only touch her a few seconds before pulling away.
"Don't touch me!" she said, drawing back. "Sorry… I mean… I just want to get away. Get away from people. I can't ever seem to stop hurting them…"
As a white lock fell down to her face, a tear began to fall, like a rivulet.
"Come here," Logan said as he put his arm around her. The reluctant teenager acquiesced and allowed him to pull her close.
Logan gently kissed her on the side of her head.
"No Rogue," his gruff voice said. "Don't leave. We'll miss you. We love you. Bobby still needs you. Imagine how he'd feel if you left."
"You don't want me to leave?" she said as her eyes searched for his. She had to know – to know if he really meant what he said.
"Yes," he said. "I have told you I will look after you. I keep that promise now. I will do my best."
"Really?"
"Yes Rogue."
"I'm not sure if I believe you," she wiggled out of his grasp, leaving him on the chair. Bobby's body still lay breathing silently, on the Medlab table, tube stuck down his throat to help him breathe.
"Just look at him!" she said. "Look! Look at what I did. No. I have to leave. I have to leave now!"
She immediately turned and attempted to open the Medlab door by pressing the button.
"No!" Logan yelled.