I got a lot of nice reviews Thank you so much. This story started because everyone is always making Scott into a wimp or bad guy because he don't like Logan in the movie. But in the movie Logan doesn't exactly make a good first expression either, so I thought; here is two guys who are very different at a first look but both have a sense of honour (Logan towards Rogue, Scott towards the children at the mansion).
What if they meet under some circumstances that would force them to get to know each other, like being captured together. I started writing and suddenly I had four chapters and am no way near the end off the story.
In this universe Rogue is 22, Remy and Jubilee are 16-17. I wrote in the mall chapter that Rogue has a white streak in her hair, I realised that was a mistake because she hasn't been in Magnetos machine. So lets just say that it's from her hard life or her hair is bleached or something.
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The Motel.
He lay on the bed in the small motel room and caressed her stomach gently, only a small bump revealed that she was pregnant. The thought of her being pregnant was still new, they hadn't planned for it, not with the kind of life they led, but when they had discover it they didn't need to talk about it much. None of them had ever dared hope for a child.
He felt her caressing his face and put it against her stomach so he could hear the tiny heartbeat under her louder one. Alive – they where all alive and safe. Her hand rested on his head and he, not for the first time, wondered over the miracle her love for him was. She had never been afraid of him and it wasn't because she had him in her head, she hadn't been afraid the first time they meet either.
He felt her hand tracing his cheek and gave it a soft kiss. She held him and he held her and calmed by each other's presence they fell asleep.
Rogue.
When she woke up she felt Logan´s arms around her and just lay there enjoying his warmth and the felling of his naked skin against her body. She had never dared hope to be able to control her power but now it was a matter of choosing to turn it on, and she had no intention of using it unless it was a matter of life and death.
She wanted to lay there forever but then the child in her belly reminded her of its presence and she ran to the bathroom, to throw up. She could hear that Logan was awake too now. But she had her head in the toilet bowl and didn't really care about anything else then her nausea right now. She finished throwing up and brushed her teeth.
Life worked in mysterious ways she thought; who would have thought you could met your soul mate in a fight bar in Canada.
She had been eighteen and so lonely, it was like a physical pain. A runaway on her tenth month away from home, when she thought of home it was like thinking of a different girl that didn't exist anymore. A sister you liked but couldn't relate to because of her innocence. She had lost that innocence on the road.
She was in the bar looking for money, either to steal some or get a guy willing to pay for a blowjob. But didn't find any, the bartender had kept an eye on her the moment she entered, so she had to settle for a glass of water and being dry and inside.
The guy in the cage was called Wolverine and he had won all the fights that night, he came to the bar to get his money and from the look he shot her she could tell he was interested in her. Nothing new there, if they weren't trying to fuck her they were trying to save her.
He noticed she only drank water and asked her if she wanted to go get some coffee, and she surprised herself by saying yes. So she found herself in a small diner drinking coffee and talking with him. It was their fist date.
She got a ride with him and they had just kept going from there until she realised that she wasn't lonely anymore, she loved him.
What were the odds for two mutants with deadly mutations and a huge age difference meting in the same bar?
Properly huge.
He was never going to be the perfect gentleman; he was jaded, brash, arrogant, loved to fight and drink. But underneath that Adamantium laced skeleton he was a big softy. She was the only one who got to see that side of him. Besides, when you been to hell, its no surprise if you come out burned hard from the fire.
She rinsed out the toothpaste from her mouth and went back into the motel-room; Logan was sitting on the bed he had put on clean close and a shirt. And that told her how nervous he really was, they were going to a place called Xavier´s School for the Gifted to show their respect to a woman named Jean Summers who was the widow of the man Logan had been held captured with.
It was a bit late, because Logan had escaped five years ago. But after the guards had told him of Scott's dead and he had used the anger to get free, he had been seriously fucked up in mind and body. Even with a heallingfactor it takes some time to recover from third degree burns over 90% of your body. He didn't talk about it much but she knew he had spent the first time in freedom rolling his burned skin in the snow. But now they were near the school and even though it was late then better late then never.
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What if they meet under some circumstances that would force them to get to know each other, like being captured together. I started writing and suddenly I had four chapters and am no way near the end off the story.
In this universe Rogue is 22, Remy and Jubilee are 16-17. I wrote in the mall chapter that Rogue has a white streak in her hair, I realised that was a mistake because she hasn't been in Magnetos machine. So lets just say that it's from her hard life or her hair is bleached or something.
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The Motel.
He lay on the bed in the small motel room and caressed her stomach gently, only a small bump revealed that she was pregnant. The thought of her being pregnant was still new, they hadn't planned for it, not with the kind of life they led, but when they had discover it they didn't need to talk about it much. None of them had ever dared hope for a child.
He felt her caressing his face and put it against her stomach so he could hear the tiny heartbeat under her louder one. Alive – they where all alive and safe. Her hand rested on his head and he, not for the first time, wondered over the miracle her love for him was. She had never been afraid of him and it wasn't because she had him in her head, she hadn't been afraid the first time they meet either.
He felt her hand tracing his cheek and gave it a soft kiss. She held him and he held her and calmed by each other's presence they fell asleep.
Rogue.
When she woke up she felt Logan´s arms around her and just lay there enjoying his warmth and the felling of his naked skin against her body. She had never dared hope to be able to control her power but now it was a matter of choosing to turn it on, and she had no intention of using it unless it was a matter of life and death.
She wanted to lay there forever but then the child in her belly reminded her of its presence and she ran to the bathroom, to throw up. She could hear that Logan was awake too now. But she had her head in the toilet bowl and didn't really care about anything else then her nausea right now. She finished throwing up and brushed her teeth.
Life worked in mysterious ways she thought; who would have thought you could met your soul mate in a fight bar in Canada.
She had been eighteen and so lonely, it was like a physical pain. A runaway on her tenth month away from home, when she thought of home it was like thinking of a different girl that didn't exist anymore. A sister you liked but couldn't relate to because of her innocence. She had lost that innocence on the road.
She was in the bar looking for money, either to steal some or get a guy willing to pay for a blowjob. But didn't find any, the bartender had kept an eye on her the moment she entered, so she had to settle for a glass of water and being dry and inside.
The guy in the cage was called Wolverine and he had won all the fights that night, he came to the bar to get his money and from the look he shot her she could tell he was interested in her. Nothing new there, if they weren't trying to fuck her they were trying to save her.
He noticed she only drank water and asked her if she wanted to go get some coffee, and she surprised herself by saying yes. So she found herself in a small diner drinking coffee and talking with him. It was their fist date.
She got a ride with him and they had just kept going from there until she realised that she wasn't lonely anymore, she loved him.
What were the odds for two mutants with deadly mutations and a huge age difference meting in the same bar?
Properly huge.
He was never going to be the perfect gentleman; he was jaded, brash, arrogant, loved to fight and drink. But underneath that Adamantium laced skeleton he was a big softy. She was the only one who got to see that side of him. Besides, when you been to hell, its no surprise if you come out burned hard from the fire.
She rinsed out the toothpaste from her mouth and went back into the motel-room; Logan was sitting on the bed he had put on clean close and a shirt. And that told her how nervous he really was, they were going to a place called Xavier´s School for the Gifted to show their respect to a woman named Jean Summers who was the widow of the man Logan had been held captured with.
It was a bit late, because Logan had escaped five years ago. But after the guards had told him of Scott's dead and he had used the anger to get free, he had been seriously fucked up in mind and body. Even with a heallingfactor it takes some time to recover from third degree burns over 90% of your body. He didn't talk about it much but she knew he had spent the first time in freedom rolling his burned skin in the snow. But now they were near the school and even though it was late then better late then never.
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