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Rogues Gamble

Unsettling Gift

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Rogue was abnormally quiet through dinner, no one seemed to notice. They were amped up over the beginning of football season. Why are you feeling guilty, Logan knows the risks. He knows exactly what can and most likely will happen when I make contact. Sometimes she felt like confessor in some medieval play, giving absolution in her silence. She protects the secrets that come to her unbidden, after all they aren't hers to share. I guess either Logan has a strong belief in the Professor's skill or he knows I will keep any secrets that come through, maybe both.

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Professor Xavier had a breakthrough with the neurointerceptors. The first day of trials approached faster than Rogue thought possible. "I feel naked," she said peeved. Rogue rubbed at her bare arms as though the contact would make her feel less exposed. The Professor administered the first injection. Keeping one eye on his timer, Charles checked her vital signs.

"It's time Rogue, the drug should be distributed throughout your system. If you have any change in sensation, let me know."

"Nothing so far Professor. I don't feel any different." Maybe it wasn't strong enough, or maybe more doses would need to penetrate her neuro networks before she noticed a change.

"Now Rogue touch Logan's hand." The Professor observed their individual reactions.

Logan could smell Rogue's fear, but he could tell that she was determined. Brave girl. She reached over, she knew it hadn't worked as soon as she made contact. It was like receiving a strong electrical shock, she felt a magnetic pulling sensation. Rogue broke the contact, but not before absorbing some of Logan's powers and memories. The revelations she was gifted, did nothing to ease her mind. There had been precious little contact, Logan was able to remain standing.

With a heightened sense of smell, Rogue picked up the normally indistinguishable male musk Logan exuded. It was like some exotic spice, hard to discern whether it was a sweet spice or a savory one. Professor X's scent was of French milled soap, Earl Grey tea and the occasional cigar no one knew he indulged in. The silence was palpable in the tiny room.

The Professor picked up on Rogue's discomfiture, "we can try another round tomorrow if you're still interested." Pursing his lips slightly. "You did very well, and thank you Logan, your help is invaluable."