Title: Thinkin' Of You
Written By: Drea Jackman
Email: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
Rating: 15 (UK-rating)
Summary: Rogue awakens from another nightmare and finds herself contemplating her
feelings toward a certain dark-haired mutant.
Series: Dog Tags
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters involved, not one of them. They all belong to
Marvel....the lucky...ahem! I am merely playing with them, using them to entertain...and
partly to fuel my aparent obsession for this couple. Don't ya just luv 'em?!?
Archive: Sure, just email me to lemme know where first. Thanks!
Feedback: Hell yeah! It's another of the small pleasures of writing.
Author's Note: Second part of my Tags series. Hope ya like!
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She knew it was wrong to be thinking about him like this, to be feeling all the things she
felt, but she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. Since he'd left she'd been thinking
about him all the time, wishing he'd come back to her.
Logan was the only real person who had never drawn away from her touch. Even after
being on the receiving end of her gift twice already. Although each time, especially the
last had brought him to the brink of death he hadn't shown any hesitation or fear in
brushing her hair from her eyes or holding her when she needed comforting.
When they'd first met it had been in a bar in Laughlin City, some God-forsaken place that
lay snowed in to the North in Canada. Rogue had known then, watching the handsome
stranger fight that he was different somehow, special. She'd noticed how he seemed
aware of her watching him intently and yet hadn't regarded turned to regard her in the
same manner.
He was tall, she guessed standing at around six foot. He faced away from her, his strong
back and broad shoulders catching her eye. Although he had been fighting contender
after drunken contender, his exposed upper body showed no sign of harm, from the
strong shoulders right down to his slim waist.
The next time she'd seen him was at the bar. She sat across from him, still staring
occasionally while he drank from the beer bottle in front of him and puffed at another
cigar. As he'd notice her watching him, all he did was return the attention. That was
until the drunken lout he'd beaten in the last round had approached him.
Rogue had watched them silently until she saw the man pull a knife at which she yelled
to him in warning. Watching him in slight awe and amazement as he ducked and dived,
she thought that his behavior reminded her of a wild animal, in total control, acting from
moment to moment on instinct alone.
Somehow she had been unafraid to see three claws spring from each of his clenched fists.
he had looked so feral and wild at that moment, yet when he had turned and glanced at
her still watching him, he had seemed regretful. His face bearing an apologetic and
disappointed expression, as if he hadn't wanted her to see him like this, to have seen this
side of him. She had thought him to be a very complicated person, but someone she
could relate to at the same time.
And so it was, now...she remained at Xavier's school while he was out there somewhere
alone, searching for a past long forgotten to him. There were terrible things in his past
and strong as he may have been, she feared for him facing the discoveries alone. Even
after so much time, she still awoke in the middle of the night trembling, sweating, even
crying at the pain and torment caused by the memories that surfaced in her dreams and
filled her head as she slept. They had all originated from him.
Wondering if he was dreaming the same thing at that exact same moment in time, Rogue
doubted that anyone else would ever understand the pain he'd felt or the person he was
because of it. But she did.
The loneliness and solitude that he had found himself confined to as he roamed from
place to place, searching for anything that could reveal something to him. The
restlessness that drove him to keep moving, she understood it all. Part of the reason he
wasn't here now was down to it pushing him on.
Logan could have been at least as old as the Professor while she was barely eighteen
now, but thanks to his gifts he still had the body of a man in his prime. No matter what
his gifts could, would or had done, he would still always be older than her.
Confusion set in. 'Should I be having these thoughts? Can or should we be together even
if we both want it?' Something Rogue secretly hoped Logan would in time. 'I suppose I'll
never know, least not until he comes back.'
She gazed out of the window onto the moonlit gardens below. The silence all around her
made her wish Logan was there too, his bed just through the wall from hers. Hearing him
occasionally toss and turn, mumbling and moaning as the same haunting dreams plagued
his mind.
There was no sound at all as a familiar sensation crept into her bones and set her whole
body tingling. Immediately her thoughts took her to the moment Logan had tried to sneak
off without saying goodbye. She'd felt his presence and caught up to him. A smile crept
over her face as the words floated back to her and she whispered....."You runnin' again?"
Written By: Drea Jackman
Email: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
Rating: 15 (UK-rating)
Summary: Rogue awakens from another nightmare and finds herself contemplating her
feelings toward a certain dark-haired mutant.
Series: Dog Tags
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters involved, not one of them. They all belong to
Marvel....the lucky...ahem! I am merely playing with them, using them to entertain...and
partly to fuel my aparent obsession for this couple. Don't ya just luv 'em?!?
Archive: Sure, just email me to lemme know where first. Thanks!
Feedback: Hell yeah! It's another of the small pleasures of writing.
Author's Note: Second part of my Tags series. Hope ya like!
________________________________________________________________
She knew it was wrong to be thinking about him like this, to be feeling all the things she
felt, but she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. Since he'd left she'd been thinking
about him all the time, wishing he'd come back to her.
Logan was the only real person who had never drawn away from her touch. Even after
being on the receiving end of her gift twice already. Although each time, especially the
last had brought him to the brink of death he hadn't shown any hesitation or fear in
brushing her hair from her eyes or holding her when she needed comforting.
When they'd first met it had been in a bar in Laughlin City, some God-forsaken place that
lay snowed in to the North in Canada. Rogue had known then, watching the handsome
stranger fight that he was different somehow, special. She'd noticed how he seemed
aware of her watching him intently and yet hadn't regarded turned to regard her in the
same manner.
He was tall, she guessed standing at around six foot. He faced away from her, his strong
back and broad shoulders catching her eye. Although he had been fighting contender
after drunken contender, his exposed upper body showed no sign of harm, from the
strong shoulders right down to his slim waist.
The next time she'd seen him was at the bar. She sat across from him, still staring
occasionally while he drank from the beer bottle in front of him and puffed at another
cigar. As he'd notice her watching him, all he did was return the attention. That was
until the drunken lout he'd beaten in the last round had approached him.
Rogue had watched them silently until she saw the man pull a knife at which she yelled
to him in warning. Watching him in slight awe and amazement as he ducked and dived,
she thought that his behavior reminded her of a wild animal, in total control, acting from
moment to moment on instinct alone.
Somehow she had been unafraid to see three claws spring from each of his clenched fists.
he had looked so feral and wild at that moment, yet when he had turned and glanced at
her still watching him, he had seemed regretful. His face bearing an apologetic and
disappointed expression, as if he hadn't wanted her to see him like this, to have seen this
side of him. She had thought him to be a very complicated person, but someone she
could relate to at the same time.
And so it was, now...she remained at Xavier's school while he was out there somewhere
alone, searching for a past long forgotten to him. There were terrible things in his past
and strong as he may have been, she feared for him facing the discoveries alone. Even
after so much time, she still awoke in the middle of the night trembling, sweating, even
crying at the pain and torment caused by the memories that surfaced in her dreams and
filled her head as she slept. They had all originated from him.
Wondering if he was dreaming the same thing at that exact same moment in time, Rogue
doubted that anyone else would ever understand the pain he'd felt or the person he was
because of it. But she did.
The loneliness and solitude that he had found himself confined to as he roamed from
place to place, searching for anything that could reveal something to him. The
restlessness that drove him to keep moving, she understood it all. Part of the reason he
wasn't here now was down to it pushing him on.
Logan could have been at least as old as the Professor while she was barely eighteen
now, but thanks to his gifts he still had the body of a man in his prime. No matter what
his gifts could, would or had done, he would still always be older than her.
Confusion set in. 'Should I be having these thoughts? Can or should we be together even
if we both want it?' Something Rogue secretly hoped Logan would in time. 'I suppose I'll
never know, least not until he comes back.'
She gazed out of the window onto the moonlit gardens below. The silence all around her
made her wish Logan was there too, his bed just through the wall from hers. Hearing him
occasionally toss and turn, mumbling and moaning as the same haunting dreams plagued
his mind.
There was no sound at all as a familiar sensation crept into her bones and set her whole
body tingling. Immediately her thoughts took her to the moment Logan had tried to sneak
off without saying goodbye. She'd felt his presence and caught up to him. A smile crept
over her face as the words floated back to her and she whispered....."You runnin' again?"