Her Curse, Her Cure
By the Daughter of the Black
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or any of the ideas or settings. If I did own Logan, I would never let him see the light of day.
Epilogue
It was hard to believe that months had passed that day when she had returned, everything was turning out fine, she thought. Rogue was happier, perhaps because of the cure, or perhaps because of the man she loved. Then there was that girl, the one who Logan always talked about, a student who excelled in the danger room, and Rogue knew liked Logan. It took all her self-restraint not to walk over to the girl and slap that smug smile off her face. Everyone knew that Rogue was possessive of Logan, and that she had not always been like that, it was one of Logan's more charming traits.
Rogue saw in black and white when it came to others and Logan, they were either friends or targets. It was most amusing to find a feral Rogue hiding in a corner watching one such character, it was not really like her, but time had taught her not to trust. It was a week after she had kissed him, when he scared her half to death by hiding in her closet. She had acted without thinking and let her powers attach to him; his memories had flooded her mind.
Flashback…
Rogue lay on top of Logan, her fingers trailing down his torso, she could feel his pleasure, and then it was Jean that was touching him. It was awful, he was enjoying the doctor touching him so bravely, and so sad was she that he did not respond at once. He sat up and she returned to her preferred form, it was Mystique, she was asking him if he didn't like that. She could hear his unspoken answer, yes, he did, but which form was it that he preferred. The smile faded from Mystique's lips as she left the tent. Logan fell asleep, he dreamed of Jean and Mystique, and he woke when Rogue entered his dream. Then she was whisked away to the moment when Logan had done exactly what Jean asked. He was screaming from both physical pain and heartbreak. It hurt Rogue to feel such terrible things; she felt his claws go through her, rendering her dead, then his feral cry, and her happiness to be gone.
End…
Mystique had taught her a valuable lesson, do not trust, the memory of Jean touching Logan in the infirmary hurt, if she came back again, what would happen? Could she stay here knowing what she did, or would she run just as he used to. Jubilation Lee was the straw that may just break her, the way she blatantly ignored Rogue and wore clothing that made a whore look decent. She was always asking Logan questions and asking him about the outside world. Logan was ignorant of everything, but men, she knew were weaker than they let on.
The minute he broke, he was going to go through hell, after having his memories for so long, a girl learned a man's likes and dislikes. So knowing that, Rogue would make him regret ever looking anywhere else. It was easy enough to do, and Rogue hoped she would never need to do such a thing, but just in case, she was ready to make him sorry. It tore her up to think that she might ever have to do such a thing, but it was assuring to think that she would not cry.
As it was, Logan knew nothing of these plans, but had some ideas of his own about the woman he loved, and so he never strayed. Or at least not too often. Rogue never used her plans, except to tease him, which she enjoyed more than one should. It was never a dull day at the institute, especially if all the rumors floating around the school about the Wolverine wanting to marry Rogue were true. If it was true, it was the best and worst kept secret, and if it wasn't, it was just some romantic girl trying to get one Hank McCoy to propose. The halls of that school were filled with laughter and more than one unconscious person when Rogue was around Jubilee.
So, that was the epilogue that I wrote, I know it is kind of bad, I just didn't know how to say that Logan was kind of dense and sweet at the same time. Please review, I will die if you don't.
Daughter of the Black