Warning: Following scenes may upset people.
4
Even though there was silence between the two things seemed a little lighter. Especially since Rogue felt full for the first time in ages. There was a new glow about her now. A glow that made her seem more alive than her skinny white body lead people to believe.
Not much had been said while they ate and not much was said as they climbed into the truck. Rogue had been a little scared that Logan wouldn't pay for her meal and that she'd be arrested, but he did without fuss. It had been a few hours of just driving the long road into the town not far from the dinner. Rogue wondered what was going to happen next. The man said he'd take her to Yukon, but he never said anything about sleeping or living arrangements. She doubted he'd house and feed her all the way to Yukon.
"So what now?" Rogue asked, wanting to know what she should expect.
Logan looked at her out of the corner of his eye then blow smoke from his cigar. "What you mean?"
Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "How we gonna do this? Get to Yukon? Trade stories? Other things."
Logan's eyebrow raised as he looked at her again. He took the cigar out of his mouth, "Look strips, I already said no funny business." Rogue seemed a little confused. "You wanna get your kicks then you can go find some other twit out there to lay down for and-"
"Oh Gawd, no, no, no that ain't what I was sayin' at all!" Rogue said, disgusted at the idea (even though it could never happen). "I just mean, well, obviously you got a bed here. I'm gonna have to go find one. Will you be waiting in the same spot when I get out or what?"
Logan put his cigar back in his mouth. He was thinking. "You don't have anywhere to go." Yeah, that stung to hear for her. "You can crash on the floor or the seats. Got a spare blanket around here somewhere that you can have. Better than you going God knows where and bringing back vermin with you."
"Excuse me?" Rogue questioned.
"Well living on the streets doesn't exactly make you a clean person now does it. At least if your here I can keep an eye on what you get up to."
"Oh, so now I'm a prisoner or something?"
"Never said that. Just don't want you bringing shit back into my truck."
"How the hell would you be able to tell! This place is filthy! Look at it!" Rogue said, twisting around so she could look at the bedding area. "You got a nice cosy place here and you treat it like a dump!"
"You got a problem with it then the cleaning stuff is under the sink."
"Fine!" Rogue snapped. She began awkwardly climbing through the little gap to get to the living area of the truck. She could hear Logan cursing at her getting past, but at that moment she didn't care. He'd rallied her up too much.
Rogue found that by cleaning supplies, Logan had a cloth for dishes and a leaking bottle of washing up liquid that Rogue didn't even want to touch. Her mind was vastly being changed at the state of this truck. She looked to the front where she caught Logan watching her through the review mirror. He looked back to the road and just kept on driving.
Rogue turned back to the dirty room and decided she'd start by clearing up the clothes first. She couldn't find a lining basket or anything so she had to sort them into piles of clean and unclean clothing on the bed. Having to go through this strangers underwear was not a nice experience. Good thing he didn't have that many.
As Rogue did turn to the bed (which she made up for Logan as well) she noticed there were claw marks stabbed into the mattress and which scratched the walls and head bored. She looked back at Logan, wondering what he might have been doing when these marks were made. He was still driving.
Next she moved onto the food that seemed to be all over the walls and floor. Just as she was trying to separate the cutlery from the food, the van stopped. Rogue jerked a little in the back, but was still stood on her feet. She turned to look at Logan at the front, but he was getting out. This confused her for a moment, until the side door to the can opened. She thought he was going to climb in, but instead he said, "Let's go!"
This confused her more. But as he walked away, Rogue put down the dirty plates and followed after him (closing the door behind her). When she managed to look around she felt like rolling her eyes. Before her was a pub with a load of fighting chants coming from inside. Logan just had to stop at a fight club, didn't he?
Chasing after him, Rogue and Logan found a seat near the bar. From the angle she was at, Rogue could just make out who was in the cage fighting. Two woman. No wonder she could hear so many fisty men. She had only ever saw two woman fighting in a cage though about one or two other times. Maybe it was because she hadn't been to many pubs with fight cages for entertainment. Woman fighters (and male fighters) never really caught her attention. Now though, for some reason, she was paying more attention. More attention to how they moved, how they punched, how they dodged. It puzzled Rogue and left her with a load of questions like how did they know when to dodge and when to go in for the killer strike. The black haired woman won the fight.
Logan began to strip and put his clothes on the counter in front of Rogue. Rogue watched him strip down into a white vest that she'd seen him in the first time. She knew he had muscles, but now she could see them up close. They were gorgeous. His body was gorgeous. But his attitude still sucked.
The barman came up to them. "Can I get you somethin'?"
Logan twisted his head, nodding. "Yeah, two beers."
"Is she of age?" Asked the barkeep.
"There for me." Logan said, giving Rogue the eye. She was sure they both weren't for him. The bar keep wasn' stupid either, but poured them drinks and placed it in front of them. "That'll be nine dollars thirty."
"Pay ya after I win a fight." Said Logan.
The bar keeper looked a little taken back and a little mad, but Rogue just rolled her eyes already kind of knowing he was going to win the fight. "Stay here strips." He said before taking off through the crowd to get to the cage.
"Your friend seems to have a lot of confidence about himself." Said the bar keeper to Rogue.
"Yeah." Rogue said turning around and taking one of the beers in front of her. "He's got every right to." She drank half the beer in front of the bar keeper who was shaking his head at her.
"He your man?"
"No." Rogue said, stopping for some air. "Just a man I meet on the road helping me out."
The man behind the bar rose his eyebrow. "Helping you out?" He leaned in towards the girl and quietly said. "You know, that stuff don't fly well around here. This ain't a bar for that stuff."
Rogue was confused and then annoyed. "When I said he's helping me, I didn't mean I was sucking him off in return." Rogue said darkly, before taking a sip of her beer again.
The bar keep backed off after that. Rogue watched, not shocked that Logan was already onto his next fight. She knew something nobody here knew that gave him the advantage.
The next fight of his, she tried watching carefully. He was really smooth; almost as if he was dancing. Dancing as if he'd rehearsed the fight so many times before. He knew what the guy was thinking before the guy himself did. He dodged then struck, taking him out in three blows (the other two just for fun she guessed). Watching him move, she could tell he was a practiced pro fighter.
Rogue felt a chill run down her back as someone moved behind her. "Hi." Said a voice from behind her. Rogue turned to face the man. He wasn't bad looking but she still didn't like him. "I'm sorry I over heard your conversation with Max here. I was just curious how a gorgeous creature like yourself ended up with that brut. He isn't...forcing himself upon you is he?"
"What? No!" Rogue said, shaking her head and turning away from him. "And it's none of your business." Rogue pulled up her hood on her coat, wishing she could just become invisible. She picked up her beer and began drinking it again. Something tasted wired about it though. It was still bitter, but there was this faint flavouring to it now that tasted a little bit like vodka (nasty like it anyway).
"You sure about that?" Said the man besides her. "You never know you could be one of these rape victims that don't realise their being abused."
Rogue felt a little light headed and it was kinda of nice. But at the same time, she thought against it. Confused. And this man was annoying her by talking, ruining her concentration. "No! Were not in a relationship of any sort! Not sexual or emotional."
"Really? So your a free agent?" Asked the man.
Rogue was rubbing her head, when she started to feel pins and needles in her arm. "I'm not on the market." Rogue said, just wanting to get rid of this guy. Ever since he'd arrived she'd gotten a headache. Rogue's palms were starting to feel sweaty and she pulled her hood down and undid her coat. Her eyes momentarily meet with this guys who was watching her undo her buttons. "What? It's hot in here. There's a lot of people here."
Rogue looked to Logan seeing the guy he was fighting now was a different one. Rogue wondered how much time had actually passed and how many fights he'd been in. Why was she not paying attention to him? He looked amazing with those ripped muscles. Why wasn't she with him again?
She felt the guy touch her gloved hand. He was starting to pull her gloves off. Rogue, without thinking, pulled her hand away from him. "I think your burning up. Maybe you need some air?"
As his words progressed a lot slower to Rogue now, the bar keep came towards them. "Hey there Fred. See you've meet the kid here then. She's here with that animal in the cage. He's on his fifth fight already. Knockin' them down left right and centre. Would bet some money on him Fred and fast."
This guy sat next to Rogue, Fred, smiled at the bar keeper. "Maybe another time. I'm just keeping this one company."
"Oh yeah, she's with that blunt over there in the cage. Scary fellow. Seems a bit unreasonable too. I'd be careful Freddy. I think there a thing ou know-"
"I can hear you you know. I am sat right here!" Said Rogue, irritated at all the noise. She'd striped out of her coat, but the heat was still getting to her.
"Sorry. I see you've met our Freddy then. A local hero he is around these parts. Works with the police force, taking down criminals around these parts. Canada may be know for it's nice people, but we still get the common criminal you know. Luckily though, our boy Freddy here keeps us safe. You've meet yourself a real shining star here girl."
Rogue didn't much care what the bar keeper was saying. Her body was on fire and it was beginning hard to move. Was she drunk? But she'd only had one drink from the bar. Her mind was working things out slowly.
"I think she's ill. I'm going to take her to the health centre to get a look at."
"What? No-" Rogue tried saying, hating that this guy was saying he was taking her somewhere. Who the hell did he think he was.
"Now you be grateful little miss. You look peaky and this here man is only trying to help. Go on and let a nurse look at ya. Maybe all you need is a little fresh air. I'll tell your friend over there that Freddy here will have you back here before closing time, alright."
"No, I'm fine." Rogue snapped, but it came out weakly and as she tried to stand up, she found her legs were like jelly. Fred managed to steady her before she feel backwards.
"Get her outta here Freddy. She's too sick to be here. Look at her, all pale and skinny. Needs a good looking at that one."
Rogue's head was spinning, her thoughts confused as she felt herself being pressed hard against a body that was moving her out from the bar. Rogue looked over to the cage, struggling to see Logan over all the people cheering. She couldn't leave Logan! If she left him, he might not wait for her and her ride to Yukon would be gone.
"No." Rogue tried to protest.
But Fred pushed her out the door anyway. And then, as the cool air hit her and she felt like she could breathe again, the realisation of what was happening to her hit her as she was being put into the back of Fred's car. "Y-You D-drugged me?" Rogue said, feeling heavy and tired. Darkness was starting to take over her vision as she faded in and out.
One moment she was sat up in the car, falling asleep as Fred drove off. The next, she was falling onto her side as Fred drove away from the bar. Next was she felt the car stop. Then the back door of the car opened and Fred was looking down at her. He moved her body so that her head was now awkwardly pushed up against the other door. It hurt her neck. The next thing she felt was her coat being pushed off her and her top being pushed up so that her chest was on show. Weakly, she tried pushing her top back down, but she was struggling a lot. Next thing she knew she felt him harshly grabbing her breasts through her bra. Rogue almost felt like crying and wishing he would just touch her skin. But he didn't. He moved on to her shoes, taking them off. Rogue tried fighting against the numbness and sitting up. She did manage to pull herself up, but Fred just pulled her back down by her legs. Rogue was scared as he now went for her jeans and panties. She tried reaching for them and pulling them up but he was swatting her hands away as if she was just a little fly on his way. She had to watch him get out of his car to unzip his zipper and pull his member out. As he crawled over her, the panic and anger Rogue had over flood her system and just as this rapist was about to position himself at her entrance, Rogue went to punch him in the face.
But as she made a fist three bone claws ripped out of her knucks and stabbed Fred right through the head. Rogue screamed as she watched herself stab him. It was a horrible gory scene with his blood dripping down onto her chest and face. The drug seemed to wear off quite quickly as the adrenaline of her first kill kicked in. Rogue was lost in her panic. Screaming madly and crying as the man fell on top of her.
Then he was suddenly removed from her. Pulled off of her with a great force. And Rogue was looking at a shocked Logan looking at the stab wounds in Fred's head.
"I-I-I- d-di-" Rogue tried to say to Logan as she looked down at her fist.
Rogue was terrified and had no clue what was happening to her. She didn't even care that she was naked in front of Logan. Her mind was in havoc or the situation.
Rogue only realised that Logan was redressing her when he leaned inside the car to pull her jeans up to her waist and pull her top down. Logan got her out of the car gently and carried her away to the side of the road. He'd put his coat down on the floor and sat Rogue down against a tree.
Rogue was shaking and terrified what Logan now thought of her and what was going to happen to her now. She'd killed a man. She'd taken a life. She would forever remember his shocked face and the claws cutting him and sliding up into his brain.
Rogue watched as Logan handled the man's body, putting him back inside the car. Rogue wondered what he was doing and what he was going to do with her. Then, as Logan was walking back towards Rogue, he set the car on fire with Fred inside. Rogue watched the car burn and the body burn inside of it. What did this mean? Was Logan on her side?
The next thing she knew, Logan had picked her up again, bridal style and over his shoulder she watched the fire burn the evidence of the event. Rogue faded into unconsciousness watching the man she killed burn to a cinder.
XXXXX
Rogue awoke in and out of consciousness in Logan's bed. Her head was spinning and she was feeling sick. Everything was still a blur as if she was hung over, but she felt better than she did last night. The events of last night came to her shortly they weren't just the events of the night. Rogue dreams merged with Logan's memories and she wasn't just stabbing Fred in the head. She was stabbing Cody, and his parents and the few friends she had made at school and people she hadn't even met, but whom she knew she still loved. She was stabbing them, unwillingly, but was willingly trying to escape the torture she was enduring. Her friends and family were holding her down, pushing her into this torture and she had to escape, but the only way she could do that was by stabbing them. Rogue was in pain and terrified.
"Hey, wake up strips! Wake up."
Rogue woke up sweating and panting as she shot up straight into Logan's chest. He held her tightly by the arms and guided her back down onto the bed.
"Jesus." He muttered while looking down at her. "I leave you alone for five fucking minutes and your dragged off somewhere by a creep. Christ Rogue."
He let go of her and Rogue turned on her side, trying to catch her breath as she came down from the nightmare.
"You alright?" Logan asked.
Rogue took a moment to digest what he was saying and then nodded her head. She wasn't alright, but what else could she say.
"That guy, he didn't hurt you did he?"
Rogue shuck her head, no. She had hurt him before he could even touch her. She'd stabbed him.
Rogue looked down to her hands which were shaking. She held them up and looked at them. The claws weren't there.
"What... happened to me?" Was all Rogue could say. She really was puzzled about how her bones had turned into claws and cut through the guys skull.
"You were attacked. Drugged and dragged off by some dick head who thought he was getting lucky tonight."
Rogue remembered that, but that wasn't what she meant. "No...I mean my hands. What happened to my hands?"
Logan looked confused. Then stormy, but not in an angry way - more in the sense of pity. "I was hoping you could tell me about that."
"I...I don't know... I was scared." Rogue whispered in a hose voice as if tears were about to sweep her face. "I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't move... I know... I know my skin would have stopped him before he could touch me, but... I just didn't want him to." Rogue said, closing her eyes and letting the tears finally fall. She cried into he pillow and felt Logan rubbing her back.
"You did what you had to do strips. If it wasn't going to be you who killed that slim ball, would of been me."
"I wish it had been." Rogue muttered. Hating the dawning on her that she'd killed a man.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you Rogue."
Rogue shuck her head. Hating herself and her life. "It's not the first time. And it probably won't be the last."
"You've had men drug you before?" Logan asked quietly.
"Ha." Rogue laughed cynically. "Men and woman. I'll tell you, places I've been, things that have happened to me probably worse than what happened tonight... But I never killed any of them. I never- never..." Rogue broke down again into tears as she remembered the last gasp that man had made before her claws cut him.
"Listen strips, you probably saved a lot more lives than you did bad tonight. Who knows how many woman he's drugged and raped and what's happened to them. You've probably saved a load of vulnerable young girls from having what happened to you happen to them."
"But I killed him." Rogue said, making it feel even more real now that she'd spoke those words aloud.
"Look strips, I'm not good with all this emotion. All I can say is shit happens. You survived this and saved a load of other peoples' lives. Yeah, the first kill stings like hell and haughs you, but you'll move on with your life. You'll be able to blank out this memory and live."
"As a street rat. Yeah, cause that's really a better life."
"Than a rapist? Yes. You might be down on your luck now Rogue, but that doesn' mean it'll be this way forever."
"You don't know that. You hear about street kids dieing all the time."
"You're not just any street kid though, are you. You've lasted this long, gone through a hell of a time and you're still going. You're a survivor strips. You're not about to quit now that life's gotten a little bit harder for you. Your gonna cry and morn and do whatever you have to to get over this and then your gonna get back on your horse and keep on riding, 'cause that's the stubborn little spit fire I met the first time who just wouldn't stop jumping into the back of my van."
Rogue laughed a little, but it seemed forced. But what Logan had said, even though it wasn't warm and comforting, was still true and kinda nice in his own grumpy little man way. He was really trying to comfort her and doing that by telling her the truth. Now that seemed like a good way to comfort someone. Telling them the shitty truth, but still giving them hope that things could get better.
Rogue turned onto her back, her head still sending her around in circles, and looked up at Logan. "You burnt his body. Why?"
"Make it harder for the feeds to track us. Their gonna struggle to know what happened if the evidence is being burned to a cinder. Gave us time to get a head start on the run anyway."
"Shit." Rogue muttered, rubbing her face. She was a wanted criminal now?
"Don't worry about it. I've ran many times from the blue suits before. I ain't about to let them caught us."
Rogue moved her hands from her face and looked at him. "You've killed a man?"
"Several actually. Not just in my arm days either."
"You're a mercenary?"
"Sort of. Yeah. Mostly though, I killed men who deserve it. Like you did tonight. You killed a man who was a predator to woman. People like that don't change."
Logan stood up, grabbing a blanket from one of the cabinets above the bed. "Anyway. Get some rest strips. But tomorrow night, I get the bed and your one the floor."
Rogue smiled at that. "Don't a rape victim get special treatment?" She couldn't believe how easy that felt to joke about. Yeah, the killing and the rape still darkened her mind, but after talking to Logan (who turned out to be somewhat of a good serial killer) she felt almost...normal. Like this was the norm for them. Killing horrible people in the world who are sick and twisted. She hoped that they didn't make a habit out of this though. Killing bad people, even if they did deserve it, wasn't right. They weren't Gods. They couldn't decided who lived and who died.
But when she looked at Logan climbing into the leather seats at the front she didn't think he really liked killing either. "Your one night in my bed is special treatment enough." Grumbled Logan. She thought that he'd maybe in situations like hers. Not rape, but in life or death situations where he either had to kill the bad guy to save himself and other people's lives. But she didn't know. He hadn't told her about his past.
"Who was your first kill Logan?"
"Go to sleep Rogue. We'll talk in the morning."
And as if on que, Rogue yarned, her muscles aching and she realised she really was tired.
XXXXX
This time, it wasn't Rogue who woke up from a nightmare. It was Logan having a nightmare that woke her up. She sat up in the bed and looked towards the front of the truck. She couldn't see Logan, but she could see his arms punching out and his legs kicking. He was having a nightmare. An intense one if it was anything like she'd had after taking his memories.
Rogue thought she'd do him a kindness and try waking him up considering he usually did that for her when she was having a nightmare. Rogue climb out of the bed and approached Logan cautiously until she could lean over the seats and see his face. He was at an awkward angle.
"Logan." She called out. But that didn't do anything. Rogue reached down, trying to shake his shoulder, but she couldn't reach from where she stood. Not much liking what she was doing herself, Rogue managed to get one leg over Logan's body and stand above him. She crouched down and began shaking his shoulder. "Hey, Logan wake it. It's just a nightmare. Logan. Logan-" She called out, but her calling turned into a scream as Logan awoke with a start, his claws slicking out of his fists and diving straight into her chest.
Rogue choaked. Logan's eyes widened. He had stabbed her. Rogue couldn't hold herself up. She fell down and backwards. Logan caught her and held her body against his chest. She was straddling his lap, her legs bent at awkward ways. "R-Rogue." Logan stuttered, horrible déjà vu happening to him as he held her.
Rogue was choaking on her on blood. As Logan removed his claws, the cool air that invaded the stab wounds felt like another slice in the chest. Rogue thought that this was ironic punishment for killing that man earlier. She closed her eyes, ready to die. Feeling herself fade fast. She was shook awake again by Logan who looked terrified. She realised how horrible it was for him. He'd killed somebody innocent. Somebody who wasn't a criminal who raped people, but just a girl who did maybe steal some food from time to time, but that was nothing in comparison to other crimes. That thought didn't feel like hers, but it was mighty convincing.
Rogue's memories went back to all the time she'd spent with Logan as if she was seeing her life flash before her just before she died. And she saw the time when she had been ill and dying from a pneumonia and touching Logan had somehow cured her.
One thing Rogue didn't realise though was that she'd already fallen into the never returning abyss and come back.
Rogue tried leaning her body forwards, but more fell forwards, kissing Logan on the head. Logan's eyes closed as the absorption began. Rogue waited, feeling here whole body tingle. It was a very very strange icky feeling, but as soon as that feeling stopped Rogue fell backwards, away from Logan who also lost his grip on her and feel backwards. Both were meet by the doors of the car, banging their heads off of the windows. Each stayed in that position, their legs tangled together, looking at each other as they breathed heavily and recovered from the touch.
"What-" Said Logan, licking his lips to rewet his mouth. "What did you say your power was again?" He asked, rather amazed that he could see the cuts he'd impaled in her were gone.
Rogue was huffing just as much. "You first." She said.
Logan sat up, still in wonder that she was alive. He reached forwards and ripped Rogue's shirt apart to see the stab wounds.
"Hey." Rogue snapped while trying to push his hands off her shirt and close it at the same time.
Logan just hit her hands away. "Please, nothing I haven't seen...Sort of." Logan moved his hands off her shirt and was going to start touching her with his bare hands.
"Don't!" Rogue said hitting his hand away. "My skin is dangerous to touch!"
Looking up into her eyes, he saw she was telling the truth. Logan twisted reaching for the glove department, while Rogue had to grasp hold of his shoulders with her gloved hands. Logan pulled out some thin plastic gloves that were disposable and put them on quickly. He moved his hand's back to her chest, beginning to feel along her chest where he'd stabbed her - avoiding her breasts. One hand travelled behind her to feel her back where the claws should have come out. Rogue tried hitting his hands away, but it was like trying to move iron. There was nothing she could do. It was strange having him touch her. Stradling him and having him feel her up, it all just felt surreal. It reminded her of girls back in her home town who would go to this hill top with a guy who had a car and fuck them. Back then she thought them slutty and never thought she'd end up doing anything like that. She still didn't want to, but all her mind kept going to now was sex in a truck.
Logan didn't seem to be having this trouble. He seemed to be still struggling with the reality that she was still alive. "How?" He asked looking up into her eyes. "How are you still alive?"
Rogue shrugged her shoulders, realising Logan wasn't going to let go of her until she told him. "I...My skin...When I touch people, they get hurt... But, I don't know. With you it's different. Maybe because I haven't touched somebody, well, like you. LIke us... I think... What's your power again?"
Logan didn't seem to like that question, but he answered anyway. "I have a metallic skeleton made of aluminium, six claws that are retractable, three on each side, heightened senses and a healing ability."
Rogue blinked. Things were starting to come together in both their minds. But it was still all confusing. "I-I think I might have...gotten your powers."
Logan let out a huff. Rogue thought it was weird because her body moved with his as she was still sat on his lap closely pressed up against him. "I-I think...When...When I stabbed that guy...I used your power. But your claws are metal."
Logan went to sit back, aware of what position they were in, but in too deep a thought to care that as he lay back, the position looked more sexual. His hands were still gripping Rogue's waist, keeping her in place as he looked down at her bare chest that only had a bar covering her.
"My story ain't a pretty one." He said grimly.
"I know." Rogue said quietly. "I...got glimpse of your life remember? The first time I touched you. I know some of the details about your life, but not all of them."
Logan looked Rogue in the eye, figuring she must have already knew anyway, but just wanted a further explanation. "You know about the experiments?"
"You mean that nightmare where you're in that tank full of some kind of water and there's all these evil scientists around you injecting you with stuff?"
"That's the one."
"Yeah, I know."
"I think the metal came from that. I don't think it's humanly possible to be born with a metal skeleton. And besides, those creeps did something to me. I just can't remember what. Or why."
"So maybe your claws were bones before you were experimented on. Maybe that's why my claws are bone and yours are metal. I...Haven't been experimented on."
"No." Logan said still looking at her. He noticed she was blushing and pieced together why and then he was chuckling. "Told you strips! We can learn a lot from each other."
"Yeah, well-" Rogue said, trying to unroot herself from Logan's hold. He finally did let go of her, still happy that she was alive. Logan didn't even heard the end to her witty comment. Instead he watched her return to the bed.
Sitting up, he realised the sun was coming up and he was starving. Having his energy drained like that seemed to always leave him hungry. "How's about some breakfast then?" He said, climbing out from the leather seats and moving into the back.
"Usually happens in the morning." Rogue said as she rested her back against the wall. "Have you even got any edible food here or are you going out to eat again?"
"Doubt any dinners around her will be open. Well, most likely twenty-four hour one's but I can't be arsed driving around to find one." Logan said as he opened the small fridge he had.
"I could drive us ya know?"
Logan snared, looking over his shoulder. "You drive us? No thanks strips, I like my van intact."
"Oh God, don't tell me your one of those stuck-up males who think that all woman can't drive."
"Nope." He said while pulling out a packet of bacon and bread. "But that doesn't mean you or anyone, male or female gets to drive my vehicle."
"Oh, your truck proud." Rogue said, but as she looked around, she seemed disgusted. "Hmph, how could you be proud of this dump?"
"Hey, I've had this baby for a long time. She's lasted longer then any other truck I've had and to me that's a winner right there. And if you've got a problem with the mess, then you clean it up."
"What am I? Your maid?"
"You can be. You didn't have a problem with it yesterday." Logan shot back. "I drive, you clean, sounds like the deal on living conditions you were after."
"I wasn't after living conditions like that! Besides, you passed up that opportunity in the dinner when you said nothing. There was no deal made, so therefore there is no living conditions between us. All you said was that I could sleep on the floor."
Logan shuck his head in annoyance as he reached up and got the frying pan done. French toast and bacon were just going to have to do this morning. "Ever get sick of that smart mouth of yours?" Logan stated more than asked.
Rogue snorted. "Could ask you the same thing."
"Always an answer for everything."
"You too."
Logan smirked, hiding it, and let the subject dropped. Rogue had had a smirk on her face too, but that left her when she started to think about the past events.
She had killed a man and here she was most likely not even twenty-four hours later smiling and joking with Logan. Was she really that cynical?
"Here." Logan said, jabbing a plate of food towards her. Rogue looked down after automatically taking the plate. The food didn't look most appealing, but it was better than the food she took from bins. This was the second time he'd feed her. She felt bad. Here he was making a living and working to actually pay for food, and she was just scrounging off him because she couldn't do anything. She couldn't even protect herself from getting raped. She-
Logan stood against the kitchen cupboards, eating his French toast and watching Rogue. "Ain't you gonna eat that?"
Rogue was brought out of her thoughts and looked up at him. "I..." She forgot his question. Looking down at her plate she guessed what he may have asked and began eating, again feeling guilty. If only she could repay him somehow, but sex was out of the question. Whatelse-
"Logan?" Rogue asked, dropping her toast back onto the plate.
"What?" He asked annoyed.
"Will you teach me how to fight?"