I might not be able to update as frequently as I would like due to schoolwork. Just let me get through my Spanish speaking exam on Thursday and then I'm all yours. Hopefully. In this, Rogue didn't get the cure. Can't remember whether she got it in X3.
Enjoy!
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The small plane circled the giant school a few times, trying to find a place to land. Finally it settled on the large lawn inside the school gates, startling the students that milled around. It landed with a thud, the ground shaking.
"Whoops!" Gambit laughed, watching as Logan's face turned ashen, making him deathly pale. The other mutant just glared, the middle claw coming out. Gambit laughed again and then hopped out the side door, leaving Logan to his own devices.
Shaking his head, Logan grabbed his backpack, heaved the motorcycle from the back of the plane and loped towards the entrance. He heard Remy's soft, steady footfalls as the younger mutant followed, curiosity slowing him as he took in the colossal school and its beautiful grounds. Smiling to himself, Logan led the way into the foyer, flinging open the door with more force than necessary. Some of the students waved and smiled in welcome and he fought back the urge to grin. He always felt welcome at the school.
During the months he'd spent away from the strange sanctuary, Logan had come to the conclusion that he needed the place. No, actually, he'd come to the conclusion that he needed someone in the place. He'd been gone from her for far too long and his control was slipping. She was the balm that soothed his anger, his rage; that kept him human. He searched with his eyes, nose and ears for her serene presence.
There!!
Logan pounded up the stairs, yelling at Remy to make himself at home, took the steps two by two and sprinted along the hall to the upstairs game room/library. He barged through the closed door, breaking the handle and splintering the wood, and then stood in the doorway, scanning the room's occupants. The students had frozen, whether in fear or awe he didn't know, and didn't care.
She hadn't looked up at his entry; she sat blissfully unaware with her nose stuck in a book. He strode past statues that were still posed as they had been at his entry and marched over to her beanbag. She looked up with a gasp, her lips parted until she saw who it was. Her eyes darkened with love and lust, her gaze travelling over him, looking for injury.
Marie.
Rogue.
The girl he'd saved and who had ultimately saved him. Shaking he reached out a large hand to envelop the small, delicate hand reaching out to him. He pulled her up and held her close. His eyes closed as he rested his head atop hers and cradled her cheek. He waited for the pain that came as his life force was sucked from him, but it never did. That's when he noticed that her usual gloves were absent and she wore a tank top that showed off her arms. She smiled at him with delight and quickly ran through all he'd missed, including her sudden control over her power. It took longer than it should have because Logan, once he'd kissed her for the first time ever – much to her delight and surprise – couldn't stop kissing her and kissed her between words and sentences.
When she'd finished, Rogue looked up, right into his eyes and gasped at the fierce love and animal lust burning in them. He was overcome with the need to take her, to claim her; to love her. The age difference between them didn't matter to him and he could see by her reaction that she wanted him just as much, no matter his age. As he bent to kiss her again, Remy sauntered through the door.
"Oh," He pulled up short, and then bowed towards Rogue, "Sorry, ma'am, but I need to talk to your man there." He ignored Logan's glare and grinned rakishly at the younger girl. She was pretty, a bit too thin for his liking, but perfectly suited to his animal friend. "Storm wants to talk to us; she said to get your butt downstairs before she fries you." With that, he bowed again, and then turned and walked downstairs.
Logan growled, but Rogue silenced him by pulling his lips down to hers.
"Go, the Black Queen needs to be protected. You're the best guy for the job. She is our only hope if we want equal rights. Mutants listen to her, they adore her, and they are devoted to her. Hence the name they've given her. She's always in the mutant papers, her speeches bring thousands. She's the Martin Luther King of the mutant world." She smiled and pushed him towards the door. "I'll be here when you get back." One last kiss and then he left.
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Luckily, Storm thought it might be best to send Rogue along with them. The Black Queen had a weird aversion to men and she thought it would probably go smoother if there was a female there to ease her. Then she showed them all the footage.
It started with the usual freedom rally, the music, dancing, the Black Queen giving her powerful, charismatic, beautiful speech, one that made the hair on your body stand up on end.
She was stunning. Short, 5 ft 5, if that, with long, wavy black hair that fell to her knees, a pale rounded face, enormous, wide moss green eyes and a very curvy, buxom body. Remy watched in awe as the mutant spoke, her hands moving gracefully in the air emphasising her words, her passion blazing out of her like the sun.
They all jumped as the gunshot sounded out, and the female pitched backwards, hands going to her stomach. Then she fell. Remy shot from his seat, watching. Her breathing became laboured as the mutant crowd panicked, screaming and looking around frantically. In the crowd, power flared. The mutants were calling upon whatever abilities they had in order to protect themselves and their queen. On the stage, the Black Queen writhed in pain. But then her body flexed and bowed, contorting. A few seconds later and there was a large tiger lying in the exact same position the Queen had been in. It roared, a mighty sound that silenced the masses and brought all attention to her. The tiger tried to stand but its legs buckled beneath it and it collapsed again. Another woman rushed onto the stage, bending low over the large cat, her hands glowing with a golden light. The cat screamed a very human scream but it didn't swipe at the woman, its claws were sheathed and it lay there passively. Once the woman had finished, the cat shook itself and stood, moving as it changed into the female that had stood there before. The Queen raised her hands and the crowd cheered. She waved her hands in an arc and her body was domed by an iridescent bubble. She continued on with her speech as though nothing had happened, but it was evident that she was badly shaken, and all the mutants were on guard.
Storm stopped the tape.
"That was the rally four days ago. I found out that it was an assassination hit ordered by an anti-mutant group consisting of mutant-hating humans. They call themselves 'Aryans', as in the pure race that Hitler once tried to create. They have taken on a few of his methods too, rounding up and killing mutants simply because of what they are. I need you to get the Black Queen and bring her back here. Then we can work on destroying the Aryans." She handed a map and other resources to Logan and then gave a leather suit to Remy. He took it with a curled lip, looked at Logan and started swearing in Cajun. The others laughed, but it was forced. If the mission failed and the Queen died…..
They were going to have millions of angry mutants out for blood.
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