'I wanted to say thank you to all; The man that saved my life to many times to count,'

That was a joke.

His regret.

His broken promise.

He had sworn to protect her but as he looked back he had usually just been a source of pain. He had stabbed her, for one, very large part of that broken promise, he had heard her gaps for breath and watched as her blood dribbled down his claws, he had seen the fear and pain in her face as he had done it. And it was her guilt of what she had done to him that had driven her away to be captured. And if he had left it to the X-Men they could have protected her rather than be a useless puppet to her captor.

No, it seemed he had caused her nothing but pain.

No one blamed him for any of his stupid, stupid mistakes, no one brought them up when they talked about all the trials that Rouge had been through.

Her name wasn't Rouge.

Every time people spoke of The Rouge's bravery he just felt angry, but his own anger was dampened by guilt and misery as it had been for weeks.

He had wanted to yell and shout and scream and run. But he couldn't.

Because her name wasn't Rouge.

Logan had never called her Rouge. And if he had - never had he really wanted to. Because it wasn't her name. And it wasn't who she was.

Maybe once upon a time she had been Rouge - the girl that people feared, the one no one could touch, the one that was afraid of herself, who never let her guard down. And then he had called her Rouge - she had insisted that was her name, she didn't seem to like the idea of anyone knowing her real name - although she had told it to a stranger… Logan wondered why she wouldn't let her boyfriend, her teachers, her friends, call her by her true name, but had told a random mutant she happened to cross paths with a long time ago.

Maybe she just wanted at least one person not to fear her. Not to fear the Rouge, but to love the Marie she was.

She left the jet as the Rouge. Her last moments she had been The Rouge - but her last second; Wolverine hand't seen, too busy threatening the night crawler with body harm unless he didn't bring her back, no, in her lest seconds she had been Marie - because The Rouge was not her, The Rouge was a teenaged girl with fears and inhibitions and worries and an expression of such loneliness that it broke your heart just to see it, but her very lasts seconds belonged to Marie: Logan hadn't seen and he hated himself for not seeing them, and was glad that he hadn't at the same time.

He hadn't seen. But he had known.

Only Marie - the sweet girl, the kind and brave and loveable girl that only Marie was, would have done it.

Because the girl he had met once upon a time in a bar was The Rouge.

The girl he had hugged and wanted to save, the girl he had always loved like an old friend, that was Marie.

And it was because of Marie that he didn't run away like he always did.

Because Marie had changed him.

And he had show people that. Show people what Marie was capable of.

Maybe a little ramblyy but i always liked that he called her Marie and no one else did,,

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