6

Things seemed to go back to normal pretty quickly. Well, as normal as two strangers travelling together to Yukon could be. After they'd had they're talk yesterday about they're new agreements, they fell asleep as usual, got up and Logan started driving again. Rogue had finished cleaning the place yesterday and had cleaned up after making Logan breakfast this morning. She felt like a little bit of a feminist thinking that it was so typical that she was left to do the cooking and cleaning and Logan got to handle the motors and income. But, she thought to herself, the situation wasn't too bad. She wasn't expected to do the cooking and cleaning, she just did it because Logan was busy. It wasn't unfair that he didn't let her drive his truck as it was his and he called the shots with it. Logan wasn't sexist. He was gonna teach her how to fight so she could make her own income. He was just lazy and didn't care when it came to keeping things clean and tidy, or else she supposed Logan would have cleaned up as well. For now, this was just how they worked. Old roles, but it got them by while they got to where they needed to and learnt something new.

At this time, Rogue sat in the front with Logan. They're wasn't anything to do and they sort of just came to agree not to talk to each other, so she stared out the window. Then, Logan must have gotten bored or irritated with her or something, because he tapped her shoulder and pointed to behind him.

"Hey stripes, training starts now. I want you back there and start doing sit ups."

Rogue raised her eyebrow. "I thought we agreed on-"

"If you wanna learn to fight, then you might wanna gain a little muscle first. Plus the exercises will increase your endurance and stamina. Two important things when in a cage. Especially because of your size, you'll be defending rather than being on the attack." Rogue listened to him, saw no point in arguing and climbed behind him. "No slacking either."

"How many?" Rogue called out once she was on the floor. She actually wasn't so sure what she was doing so felt awkward just sat on the floor like this. She got an idea what sit ups were from watching someone else showing off to a mate when they were talking about the gym and stuff, but had actually never tried them herself.

"Till I say stop." Logan said, looking at her through the re-view mirror that he had altered.

Rogue raised her eyebrow at that, but started the sit ups listening to Logan's coaching. "Keep going. Don't go too fast. Not too slow either. Keep at the same paste. Focus on your breathing and use the rhythm of that to help. That's right now keep doing that. Keep those feet planted!"

This actually really hurt her stomach and her back. All of a sudden she felt like she wanted to collapse and not get up again. How did that guy make it look so easy? Was it supposed to be this hard? When that guy had finished, he only seemed a little red in the face and panty. Why was her face so red and her pants so loud? Why was the pain so bad? She didn't know, but she didn't stop to find out. She kept going, listening and praying that Logan was gonna call out stop soon. She didn't know what number she was on or if he'd just stopped paying attention, but then he called out.

"If you're gonna pass out you can stop you know."

So Rogue stopped, her body hitting the floor heavy like a sack of potatoes. She was breathing fast and hard, sweat pouring down her face. She felt dizzy and the world was spinning. How did that guy make it look so easy? "Jesus Rogue. Didn't have to push yourself like that. I only wanted to know where you were at with physical fitness." Rogue felt herself get a little annoyed at him making jabs at her, when this was the first time she'd ever tried something like this. Then he said " Good effort and determination. That's a good sign. You don't want to out do yourself on the first go though girl. Gotta save your energy. I'm guessing from the way your panting right now, your not gonna be much use later on. Take the bed and get some rest, that is if you can get up." Logan said.

Just to rub it in his face, Rogue tried to stand up, but fell down before she could even find her feet. She resulted in just crawling onto the bed and passed out for a good hour or so.

xxxxx

The next time they stopped, Rogue woke up to find that Logan had made something to eat for them both. They sat together and ate together. Rogue looked out the window. It was still cloudy and snowy. Same as it had been since she'd set foot on the Canadian land. She sighed and wondered when she'd be able to see these Northern Lights. She turned to Logan, thinking and asked, "Where are we?"

"Middle of nowhere."

"What's the next place we're going to?"

Logan snorted out of his nose. "We're getting further away from society now. The next village is called Agneau." Logan pronounced in a perfect French accent. "That's a good day or so away. Doubt we'll make it there tonight. Now." Logan said placing his bowl to the side.

Rogue had finished eating and looked up to him. Turns out that Logan asked for his part of the deal. Rogue dreaded doing this to him. She set up terms and conditions that she be in control and not him. That she would touch him, not the other way around. They traded places so Logan could lie down. She breathed in and out in deep breaths. She felt extremely nervous, but she did it.

She held on longer than she expected before letting him go and watching him fall into a deep sleep. She could see he was fine, but he was taking ages to come around. Then Rogue stood up and looked over his face. He wasn't knocked out, he'd fallen asleep. Rogue rolled her eyes and sat on the floor looking at her hand. She had gotten quite a few memories from him, but she was thinking of telling him only about the one of him and some cat man fighting. He knew it already, but she could just say that's what came to mind and then she let go before she could get anything else because she didn't want to hurt him. It wasn't like she was lying because she had absorbed it from him. Rogue looked around bored. If she told the lie, it'd buy her more time, she thought. She wasn't sure how old Logan was or how many more memories she could pull before he got sick of her. That and if she still had memories he didn't know about if he was going to leave her then she'd have him hooked.

Then she wondered how she'd gotten so manipulative.

Her eyes looked over Logan's form. She was getting more and more attached to him and that was bad. It was bad she was absorbing him so much. Having that thought come to mind Rogue was now trying to remember how she had survived on her own. It took a while to remember she had slept on the streets and stolen food or did whatever it took to stay alive. It hadn't been long, but now she seriously was worried that when push came to shove that she'd be unable to cope living on her own on the streets once again and she wasn't as naive or foolish to think that this man, Wolverine, would keep her after he was done figuring out who he was.

That settled it then. She wouldn't tell him something she already knew he knew about himself. She would tell him then about his time during the World War and how he fought beside some other person named Captain America on some really hard, dangerous and inhuman missions. Well, she'd tell him once he woke up. Till then.

Rogue looked around, her eyes fixing on the string wheel. The next thing Rogue knew, she was in the driver's sit, taking memories from Logan and driving the truck. As she did she thought about how, if she could get them to the next town tonight, then they'd be closer to the final destination. The faster they got there the sooner she would be on her own again (not that she wanted to) but she would be able to adapt easier since that would mean less time would have been spent in the lap of luxury.

XXXXX

Rogue yarned. She was tired after driving all night, but at least they were only a few miles away from the town. She heard a grunt and knew Logan was waking up. She thought that maybe she should park the truck and wait for him to figure out that she'd been driving through half the night rather than have him have a go at her now while she was at the wheel.

But before she could pull over Logan's head was up and he was looking at her.

"What are you doing?" He growled.

Rogue sighed as she waited expectantly to be yelled at. "I thought I'd get us closer to Agneau."

Logan made his way to the front of the van and stuck his head out to peer out the window. It was hard to see but the town was just starting to come into view.

"Pull over." He grumbled.

Rogue did as he said and got out of the driver's seat. Logan then moved into it and continued to drive them in. There was silent in the truck.

"So?" Logan finally voiced.

Rogue closed her eyes as the images and memories of Logan's time fighting during the World War came back to her. She tried to slow it down and remember details about the faces that passed her, but all she could do was give him breath little details of how he walked through bullets and saved holocaust children.

xxxxx

After hearing what Rogue had to tell him, Logan wasn't as annoyed as they both thought he might be. Both could understand the difficulty and emotional ties Logan had to the war and what he'd gone through, but for some reason, learning that he'd thought against the Nazis just seemed to make him seem more whole. Not filled or proud, but just a bit more complete. Rogue didn't argue with him or question him.

They ended up pulling up for some gas. Rogue waited in the truck, trying to smother another yarn as it came. She was tired but didn't want Logan to see it. Her focus and attention kept fading in and out.

After Logan finished with the gas, he climbed back in, drove a little more then stopped it. Rogue was weary enough to know that he'd gotten back in and stopped again, but she wasn't too with it to understand why Logan was getting out of the truck again. It was when he showed up at Rogue's side of the truck and opened the door. "Come on." He said and walked off.

Rogue scurried to get out of her seat belt, close the door and hurry after Logan. It was cold out as normal so when they entered a warm little dinner, Rogue was happy for the comfortable heat. She followed Logan to the booth and sat down opposite him. It was only now hitting her that they were eating out.

"I thought I was making breakfast?" She said.

"I'd rather not have your tired arse messing up on frying and setting my truck on fire." Logan deepened.

"I wun't have done that!" Rogue said.

"Yes, you would." Logan said with a final tone. He then moved the menu he'd been scanning through in front of her and lit up a cigar as they waited for a waitress to come over.

Both ordered the full English breakfast. The dinner was quite small and cosy. It had a few people in it showing it wasn't completely abandoned. But it was still quite quiet in the dinner. The noise of the TV was the only thing making a ruckus besides the sizzling sounds of sausages being burnt.

"In other news, world terrorist Magneto, also know as Erik Lecher, was captured last night by New York offertories. The mutant was found unconscious on top of the statue of liberty where he had been responsible for operating a machine aimed to harm the gathering leaders of our country. Offertories were baffled though by how the mutant had been disarmed and are placing it down to faulty equipment that backfired rather than individually work..."

Just then, Rogue's and Logan's breakfasts arrived. They paid less attention to the TV reporter and more attention on their food. Especially Rogue since she was too tired to focus on anything more and Logan just plain didn't care. After their breakfast, Logan told Rogue to get some shut eye and she did while he drove them towards the next town.