Chapter Two
Rogue awoke feeling pleasantly warm and secure. Her pillow was moving in a gentle up and down motion. She called up Logan's super senses playing a game her parent's invented when they heard her sister, her cousins and her talking about a blind girl from school. They would blindfold them and lead them to up a hiking trail and ask one of them to lead the group back to camp using their other senses. Rogue took to the game quickly and was always able to lead her family back to camp. Her cousins never understood the game. Her sister soon took the game to new levels by using it as way to strengthen her other senses. Since Rogue left home she stole her sister's idea using it to sharpen her skills in battle.
She used it in her individual danger room sessions. Smells hit her first woods, sex, campfires were the smells closest to her and beyond the room the smells muddled. Sounds were next, someone was breathing deeply like sleeping, but they were awake. A shower dripped, Alex Summer whispered to himself the same mantra she had heard him say on the days she spent wondering the halls. His room was a floor down from her hall. 'Logan's room, why do I always wake up in Logan's room?' She asked herself the same question everyday she actually slept through the night. She smiled a little at the thought of the answer, 'Home, Logan was her home.'
"Mornin', kid." His voice rumbled through her body sending a shot of desire to her core.
"Morning, sugar" she replied quickly hoping she could prolong this illusion because having him here instead of someone telling her of the damage she has caused by living on, since her powers came back after the not so much a cure. She snuggled up to the illusion of the man she thought of as home, wishing he was really here instead of God only knows where. She knew that the Professor would be disappointed with how she was dealing with her out of control stolen powers this morning, but he felt so real, she could smell, hell she could even taste him. For today she would enjoy the reprieve from reliving the life Fate had dealt her and enjoy that her powers could prove her this small comfort even if it was only for today.
"Are ya gonna get up, kid?" his whiskey flavored voice washed down her ears. Her lips lofted into a small smile.
"Don't wanna" was her childish reply. His laugh echoed through her frame reminding her that the last time she had eaten was three days ago. She didn't want to open her eyes and had him vanish not when she had at least an hour before her meeting with the Professor and the two new recruits. She knew the emotional drain it was bound to be because her little sister was one of the two recruits. That was the only reason Professor Xavier allowed her to leave her wing of the mansion.
"Why not? Don't you have school or something?" She laughed at the idea of her being in high school after everything she has been through. Something so trivial to her survival as going through high school first hand seemed a bit redundant.
"I've lived through the Holocaust as a little boy who could control metal, I lived through thousands of years as a solider for most of them, I have been a telepath terrified of my own anger, I have little as a street-rat in New Orleans, I have been through a plane crash that cost me my family, I have been through the end of the cold world and losing my best friend due to my own failures as a person. I think it is safe to say I have been through high school enough times second-hand that going through it first-hand seemed redundant to even to the Professor. Besides as of these days I am not allowed out of this wing of the mansion without an escourt."
"Why not?" he asked.
"What do you care? Its not loke you are even really here." She ran from his room only opening her eyes after the door was safely closed. She wasn't ready to talk out her demons with him or herself at least not today. Today she had to face a part of her sister and the thousands of questions she knew would be coming.
