A/N: Bonjour mes ami's. This is chapter 3 of perfect difference. I usually post one per week but next week is school holidays so I'll be partying/studying. And tonight I watch Australia and tommorow I go to the MCM expo in London. Anyone going? Tell me! I'm gonna be there alone because my friend is working as a steward. I'm the one dressed up as either Gothic Rogue/ Trinty from the matirx/ Tohru from Fruits Basket. Either way, I'll look weird.
Disclaimer note: I do not own anything. Accept Kevin. He's mine.
Whiskey nights
It was evening and the sky was purple as Rogue walked with Pyro. She learned that he was a man of little words but still a kid inside. There was a possessive inner demon within him that was waiting to be released. She liked that about him. He would make a good assassin. He wouldn't get feelings for anyone. There was something to cold about him. They came to a bench and he sat down. She sat down next to him and looked at the stars.
'They're beautiful.' she whispered.
'Yeah.'
She smirked and looked at him. She was shocked to see him with lust in his eyes. Too bad she already figured him out. She gave another mournful sigh.
'I hate my power.' she whispered.
'Power's are what make us who we are.'
'You wouldn't like mine either if you knew what it was.'
'Tell me.'
'One touch of my skin and your power is gone forever.'
He shivered and she hid her laughter. It was safe to say their relationship was over. Now phase two.
'But don't tell anyone. People use me as a cure. It's disgusting.'
'Yeah, how can mutants ever want to live without their power. Becoming a human.' he snarled.
She nodded. Like he had any idea. Her power was so much worse than that. If that actually was her power she wouldn't care she could still touch. Who needed powers when there was so much more to life. But try telling him that. It was clear that to him power was everything.
'Hey Pyro. What's on the lower levels?'
'Danger room, that's where we have fight simulations, infirmary, medical shit and cerebro.'
'Cerebro?'
'It's this machine that only the professor can use to find mutants and people.'
'Really?'
'Yeah. I think there's a jet down there too'
'Is anyone allowed in there?'
'Only with adult supervision. You may not be a student but I doubt you'll be allowed there on your own.'
'So when do you go there?'
'I'm actually going there for danger room sessions every friday.'
'Friday, that's two days from now right?'
'Yeah, you can come watch.'
'Watch?'
'Yeah from the control room.'
'Okay that's cool. I'll see you friday.'
'Friday at noon. Sharp.'
'Yes, sir.' she said, throwing in a mock salute.
He smiled before standing up and holding out a hand. She smiled happily and took it. Together they walked back to the mansion, a plan already forming in her mind.
-xXx-
No word from Kevin. Not one word which had her worried because he usually called her all the time. She'd had to send all her small bits of information directly to the client. From Kitty's laptop. Which never left Kitty's room. And Kitty's room was a girlish hell. Kitty shared a room with Jubilee and some other girls Rogue didn't really catch the names of. Not that she cared. But the room was absolutely pink and purple. There were teddies, kittens and boybands. Rogue really had to make an effort to control her gag reflex. And then there were the girls who wanted to read Rogue's e-mails. Which was unacceptable as all Rogue's e-mails were top secret. She eventually got the perfect oppurtunity when the girls went shopping. She'd hasitly refused the invitation and as soon as they were out of sight she'd used the laptop.
Luckily having some technowizes in her head helped with the hacking and what not. She sighed and looked at the half empty bottle of whiskey. She had a high tolerance with alcohol since most men never approached her until she could drink them under the table. She could never just absorb them but had to first lure them away. She poured herself another glass and stopped as she heard the familiar boots coming down the stairs. She waited until he was just at the bottom. Time to test a theory.
'Logan?'
She waited but he didn't respond. He walked on down the hall. She waited until he was nearer then called out again. This time he stopped. Ah so he did have special hearing powers. He continued his journey and stepped into the kitchen seconds later.
'Hey kid.'
Kid? Was he for real. Maybe it was because she had hung out with those teens. But she was still older than them. Surely he could sense that.
'Hey Logan. Can't sleep?'
'Not really, you?'
'Thirsty.' she said, lifting her bottle.
'Is that whiskey?'
'Yeah, want some?'
'I was told this is a school.'
'It is. That's why I brought my own. I knew they wouldn't have any.'
He frowned at her.
'You're not drunk.'
It was a statement not a question. She shrugged and poured him a glass, carefully sliding it over to him.
'Runway's have a hard life.'
'Why do you do that?'
'Do what?'
'Avoid any questions with guilt.'
'Huh?'
'Whenever it gets to personal you bring in some guilt runaway story.'
'My personal life is no-one else's concern.'
'Marie, you don't have to go through everything alone.'
'Stop using my fucking name!' she screamed.
They sat in silence and she looked away ashamed. She hadn't meant to snap but she was getting really sick of people always pushing her for the truth. That and she really wanted her hovel back. Which brought her thoughts to how she was getting back. Typical. Her car was probably scrap metal or somebody's new toy. Damn!
'I'm sorry Logan.'
'It's okay Rogue.'
'So how's the memory thing going?'
'Good I guess. The professor can't really pick anything up but he's getting something. So you and Pyro?'
'Too young for my taste.' she muttered.
'Just how old are you?'
'How old are you?'
He glared at her and she chuckled. She stood up and grabbed the whiskey bottle. She came up to him and smiled.
'Thanks Logan.'
'For what?'
'Just thanks.'
'Your welcome darlin.'
-xXx-
She was sitting in her room empty whiskey bottle at her feet. She sighed listening as her stomach grumbled. She shivered and stood up heading over to her window. She pulled out her cell, risking a call but there was a knock at her door. She sighed and looked at the clock. Six am. These people were really annoying her.
'Come in.'she whispered.
She had to stop herself from growling as ice-prick entered the room. Bobby, must remember his name is Bobby. She sat down on his bed and gave him a weary look.
'Hey Bobby.'
'Hey Rogue. I was wondering if you wanted to join me for breakfast.'
'Sorry Bobby, I already ate.'
'Oh, when?'
'An hour ago. I prefer to eat early and alone.'
'Oh.'
Now go. Leave. Please. She turned her head away willing him to disappear. He seemed to linger in her doorway for awhile.
'You okay?'
'Yes.' she hissed.
'You look tired. John been keeping you awake?'
'No.'
'Has someone else-'
'I hardly think that's your business.' she snapped.
'Look I know you're not interested. But we could still be friends.'
'Look Bobby...'
Whenever it gets to personal you bring in some guilt runaway story.
She sighed. God, why did that man always have to be right!
'Bobby I'm just not looking for friendship. Pyro understands that and that's why we get along. Maybe if you did too then we could do the same.'
'Come on Rogue. What's so bad about friends?'
'Don't grow to attached to me. I won't be here forever.'
He was silent for once and then nodded and walked out. She hung her head thinking of every possible curse word she would through at Logan right now. Her lips twitched and she suddenly felt really angry. How dare Logan make her smile with just the thought of him.
-xXx-
