This story takes place in an alternative timeline. I am reposting this story because it sucked in its original form. If you have already read it, please give it a second try.
Barbara Cartland is an author of romance novels and I have NOT read a lot of her books and found them romantic when I was younger. No. That is an evil lie. Because…hmm…that would be almost as pathetic as finding a drawing sexy and…hmm…Leave me alone!
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, if I did I wouldn't have time to write fanfic. I would be to busy making Scott and Wolverine cage-fight.
The Man with the Dangerous Eyes.
Toad was a bad fuck, one would think that he could put that tong of his to good use but she had no such luck. She had been in the Brotherhood for five years and since they didn't exactly encourage dating, her only choice of guys were the regular members Toad; the bad fuck, Sabretooth; the insane selfish fuck and then Mystique. But she never really considered sleeping with Mystique, besides that one time when loneliness and bourbon formed an alliance that got her into bed with her.
She forced the memories away, started smoking a cigarette and told Toad to get the Hell out of there. The first time she did him he wanted to cuddle afterwards, but she made it clear right there and then that this wasn't Barbara Fucking Cartland and kicked him out. She needed a change.
She knew that a new guy was coming today and unless he was horribly deformed she planned on giving him a tour of the deep valleys of Rogue.
They had rescued the guy from some kind of army lab and she didn't even need to see him to know that he was properly fucked up in the head. Rogue herself had been in some of those labs, that was how she joined up with Magneto, and those experiences had helped mould her into the proud Bitch she was today.
The road had been long and hard but it had created a strong woman. Nothing could be so bad that it hurt her. She could handle anything she always said to her self. A year and a half of people pealing off your skin would do that to a girl.
Old Maggie said that the new guy needed some time alone. He was "a bit confused". No shit, he had been in the fucking labs experiencing God knows what and now some odd looking people dragged him away to this place with its steel walls and concrete floors, it wasn't exactly cosy here in Casa Magneto.
He had dark dangerous eyes and a killer body. He also had amnesia and claws in his hands. He acted like an animal but Rogue could tell he wasn't stupid, he might not remember human behaviour but he was watching and learning. This was not a person to underestimate.
She started bringing him fresh met. When she was rescued from the labs, she was fifteen and dying from infection and abuse. Old Maggie had made Sabretooth touch her and from him she got her love of raw freshly killed met still with the stench of fear on it, that and the knowledge of all the different ways people could beg for mercy in, before they died.
He seemed to like the rabbits she brought but he was still cautious. It was easy to forget when she saw him ripping a rabbit apart. But this was not a stupid person, he watched and he learned.
They finally let him out and he cleaned up real nice, he might have amnesia but he still knew how to fight. He was even better then Mystique. It didn't hurt that he could heal from anything. He learned fast about the practical things: about guns, bombs and microwave ovens. But when it came to human relations he was lost. She was the only one he, if not trusted, then at least communicated with.
The first night she slept with him, it wasn't until she lowered herself on to him and felt him inside that the thought struck her that what she was doing might be wrong. That she was taking advantage of a person with no memory of his former life, Hell he only had memory of the last six months. But then she felt his hands on her breasts and concentrated on the task at hand. She let him stay afterwards, she even held him a little, stroked that funny hair of his. That was also a first.
She was the one that went with him, the first time he was outside. She took him to a bar but the crowd was too much for him, to overwhelming. He started growling and the Redneck Fuckers decided to "Beat the Muties up". They did not succeed.
When they left the bar it started snowing, she looked at him and before her eyes the bruises from the fight started healing, he didn't seem to care himself. He looked at the snow that was slowly falling in the dark, then at her, from her expression he would know if he should fear it. When she smiled at him he knew it was safe to reach out and catch snowflakes in the palm of his hands.
A look of sheer joy replaced the look of wariness, as they stood there in the dark watching the snowfall she suddenly realised she cared about him.
She had had no plan of leaving Magnetos gang but then he brought the machine home.
She didn't like the look of that machine and she didn't like the look in Old Maggie´s eyes when he looked at the machine. So when he had Sabretooth hold her down, so that he could test her powers it wasn't a total surprise. Anyway, cruelty was to be expected in life, only kindness would have been a surprise.
When she came too Logan was watching her with those dark eyes of his, she could feel the metal in his bones, almost taste the iron in his blood. But she couldn't stay the Germans were coming for them and…Nein Ich wilst nicht…he stayed with her while she sorted out her head and Old Maggie might have thought he had the advantage in this situation. But she had him in her head, him and Sabretooth. It made her escape easy.
She took Logan with her; she told herself that it was the right thing to do, giving him his freedom. She didn't allow herself to think about the fact, that doing the right thing had not been amongst her priorities in life for a very long time. He deserved to be free too.
Barbara Cartland is an author of romance novels and I have NOT read a lot of her books and found them romantic when I was younger. No. That is an evil lie. Because…hmm…that would be almost as pathetic as finding a drawing sexy and…hmm…Leave me alone!
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men, if I did I wouldn't have time to write fanfic. I would be to busy making Scott and Wolverine cage-fight.
The Man with the Dangerous Eyes.
Toad was a bad fuck, one would think that he could put that tong of his to good use but she had no such luck. She had been in the Brotherhood for five years and since they didn't exactly encourage dating, her only choice of guys were the regular members Toad; the bad fuck, Sabretooth; the insane selfish fuck and then Mystique. But she never really considered sleeping with Mystique, besides that one time when loneliness and bourbon formed an alliance that got her into bed with her.
She forced the memories away, started smoking a cigarette and told Toad to get the Hell out of there. The first time she did him he wanted to cuddle afterwards, but she made it clear right there and then that this wasn't Barbara Fucking Cartland and kicked him out. She needed a change.
She knew that a new guy was coming today and unless he was horribly deformed she planned on giving him a tour of the deep valleys of Rogue.
They had rescued the guy from some kind of army lab and she didn't even need to see him to know that he was properly fucked up in the head. Rogue herself had been in some of those labs, that was how she joined up with Magneto, and those experiences had helped mould her into the proud Bitch she was today.
The road had been long and hard but it had created a strong woman. Nothing could be so bad that it hurt her. She could handle anything she always said to her self. A year and a half of people pealing off your skin would do that to a girl.
Old Maggie said that the new guy needed some time alone. He was "a bit confused". No shit, he had been in the fucking labs experiencing God knows what and now some odd looking people dragged him away to this place with its steel walls and concrete floors, it wasn't exactly cosy here in Casa Magneto.
He had dark dangerous eyes and a killer body. He also had amnesia and claws in his hands. He acted like an animal but Rogue could tell he wasn't stupid, he might not remember human behaviour but he was watching and learning. This was not a person to underestimate.
She started bringing him fresh met. When she was rescued from the labs, she was fifteen and dying from infection and abuse. Old Maggie had made Sabretooth touch her and from him she got her love of raw freshly killed met still with the stench of fear on it, that and the knowledge of all the different ways people could beg for mercy in, before they died.
He seemed to like the rabbits she brought but he was still cautious. It was easy to forget when she saw him ripping a rabbit apart. But this was not a stupid person, he watched and he learned.
They finally let him out and he cleaned up real nice, he might have amnesia but he still knew how to fight. He was even better then Mystique. It didn't hurt that he could heal from anything. He learned fast about the practical things: about guns, bombs and microwave ovens. But when it came to human relations he was lost. She was the only one he, if not trusted, then at least communicated with.
The first night she slept with him, it wasn't until she lowered herself on to him and felt him inside that the thought struck her that what she was doing might be wrong. That she was taking advantage of a person with no memory of his former life, Hell he only had memory of the last six months. But then she felt his hands on her breasts and concentrated on the task at hand. She let him stay afterwards, she even held him a little, stroked that funny hair of his. That was also a first.
She was the one that went with him, the first time he was outside. She took him to a bar but the crowd was too much for him, to overwhelming. He started growling and the Redneck Fuckers decided to "Beat the Muties up". They did not succeed.
When they left the bar it started snowing, she looked at him and before her eyes the bruises from the fight started healing, he didn't seem to care himself. He looked at the snow that was slowly falling in the dark, then at her, from her expression he would know if he should fear it. When she smiled at him he knew it was safe to reach out and catch snowflakes in the palm of his hands.
A look of sheer joy replaced the look of wariness, as they stood there in the dark watching the snowfall she suddenly realised she cared about him.
She had had no plan of leaving Magnetos gang but then he brought the machine home.
She didn't like the look of that machine and she didn't like the look in Old Maggie´s eyes when he looked at the machine. So when he had Sabretooth hold her down, so that he could test her powers it wasn't a total surprise. Anyway, cruelty was to be expected in life, only kindness would have been a surprise.
When she came too Logan was watching her with those dark eyes of his, she could feel the metal in his bones, almost taste the iron in his blood. But she couldn't stay the Germans were coming for them and…Nein Ich wilst nicht…he stayed with her while she sorted out her head and Old Maggie might have thought he had the advantage in this situation. But she had him in her head, him and Sabretooth. It made her escape easy.
She took Logan with her; she told herself that it was the right thing to do, giving him his freedom. She didn't allow herself to think about the fact, that doing the right thing had not been amongst her priorities in life for a very long time. He deserved to be free too.