Disclaimer: Yeah, Yeah, you know the drill. I don't own any of it. Period. Oh yeah! Aside from Katie. But yeah, that's it.
Notes: Thanks a bunch to Randi! You've inspired me like no other! Even if it was under selfish intentions.
Notes on the story: Usually I hate the fact that people bring originals into the storyline with comic characters. I hate that more than anything. Why am I doing it? Well, I just couldn't see Remy with anyone in the team besides Rogue, so I had to make a new character up. Now, if you don't like her, I'll respect your opinion and all that mess. But what I'm really looking for is feedback. What you don't or do like about her...etc etc. Much appreciated!
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Chapter 2
It had been around noon when Rogue had came back to the mansion, and only two hours later when Ororo Munroe had fed her news that probably destroyed her soul. The storm had raged throughout the rest of that day and well into the night. Only ceasing when the Weather Witch herself had collapsed onto the rooftop that she had so bitterly let loose on a few moments earlier, bone tired and emotions rung dry. But oddly calm. She so rarely got to let loose that when she did, it was refreshing, and despite whatever had gone on to make her feel so terrible, it often inspired her with a new hope. Laying there now, clothes wrinkled and soaked, she sleeps peacefully. The lines of worry and stress smoothed from her chocolate brown skin in an act that only sleep can produce. She doesn't dream, and the calm felt in her soul is reflected in the night sky. Clear and perfect, with stars that gleam brightly. An exact contrast to the weather a few moments ago.
Rogue had clung to the roof, and made ten little marks where her fingers had penetrated through the shingles. Tears of anguish, heartbreaking pain and anger had littered her face until nothing but dry heaves came from within her. She silently willed with all her being for some basketball sized hail to knock her in her head and take her out of her misery. Or a lightning bolt to strike her dead and free her soul. And she cursed that power that ran through her veins and radiated from her that prevented this from happening. Prevented the very act that normal people fear and are weakened by. Death. That one word lingered in her mind and she was convinced that if she were to be embraced by those dark arms that the world would be a better place for not having known anything else about Rogue. The mutant. Skunk head. The woman with the super strength and a heart of glass. This was how deep her despair was. But she was too much of a coward to take her own life, and deep down she knew that nothing Storm was doing now could bring about her death, she still wished for it. Even after she had collapsed, in much the same way as the Weather Witch...in fact, a mere seven feet from the other woman, she was terrorized by such thoughts. Clothes ripped and nearly in shreds, but good ol' country clothes held together like most others wouldn't have. She had very little actual damage done to her, and besides a few bruises, it would sicken her to know that she would be good as new on the outside when she awoke. Guilt, and pain spun around in her head and made her slumber a fitful one. Her body jerked with spasms and she often cried out.
Somewhere in the mansion Remy Lebeau looked out his window just as the storm was dying down. He wasn't the same man, not at all. One who had lived to experience things that only occured in horror stories or dreams that were never meant to be uttered from fleshy lips. No longer was he the Charming Cajun that left heartbroken girls in his wake, or the Swamp Rat that you just hated to love. His enchanting eyes had gone murky and rarely ever lit up with the same fire that once was there. He had lost a lot of weight, and even now it showed. He worked hard to get his body back in shape, but even almost two years later it was an ongoing battle. His joints were still affected by the cold and it took him a while to limber up to be as graceful and agile as he once was. His hair was just now gaining back the luster that it had lost. A tortured soul. One that had spent far too long contemplating things that no one ever should. He had kept his sanity and his life...but barely. Everyone could sense the change in him and he hated it. Hated that she could take away so much of him. Hated that he let her, and hated that there was nothing he could do about it. He had never ceased to feel pain. Physical, mental, emotional. Even when he tried to fill that void again. Tried with Katie. Did he love her? He didn't know. There was really only one person he knew he could ever love. She was gone. Torn away from him the moment her fingertips ceased to touch his.
Whispers, whispers and shifty-eyed glances. That's what she got whenever she brought up the subjected of the mutant named Rogue. Laying there in the bed she shared with Remy she knew that he was thinking about her. He had gotten this look about him before. But it was that slim time in the few months that he was recovering. He'd mumble in his sleep and his eyes were so tortured. She hated her. Hated that someone could be so uncaring. You just didn't do that to someone that you loved. Remy was a new man. She had done that, had held his hand while he clawed his way out of her grasp. She loved him, with all of her heart. And even if he didn't love her quite that much, she still wanted him. She had made him a promise. When they had first gotten together, that she wouldn't ask about anything in his past. She didn't want to know. It wasn't a part of the life that they had started together. They were new and clean and Rogue was old and dirty. She had told him that everything that had happened was in the past and there was nothing they could do except move forward. And he had proposed. She had thought that she could be enough for him. Everything she was offering him. A body sculpted from Venus herself, a brain that she knew that River Rat couldn't compete with. Intelligent conversation and mind blowing sex. What more could a guy want? Then she had sensed another mutant. And dipping into her mind had only proved more baffling. She had mental shields the like that Dr. Bower had never seen.. It was like they weren't intentional at all, and just strewn about enough to confuse anyone who might inquire. A few times she had tried to look up the girl on the mutant database, just to find out what all the story was. She couldn't very well ask Remy about it, because of the promise she made him. And anyone else she went to told her that she needed to talk to Remy. The database proved to be a dead end. Even for one as experienced in technology as she was. All of her files had been locked away. Under a password that was hell to get into. Not like she would know. She had even put the proverbial crowbar up to it. It hadn't budged. Thoughts such as these swirled into her mind until it lulled her back to sleep. Little did she see her soon to be husband slipping out of their room to investigate the disturbance.
***
It was on Logan's watch that everything had gone haywire. So he had just gone into the mansion and stood by the window, smoke from a cigar billowing around his head while he waited for it to end. It didn't happen very often, but when it did, it was just better to stand out of 'Ro's way until she got it all out of her system. He didn't expect it to last as long as it did. And when it ended and he saw the almost ghost-like form of Storm float down to the roof he figured that he might as well go see what had happened with her.
Passing through the front door his nostrils flared. He took in a deep breath, depositing the cigar in an ashtray located conviently by the door. Two years. Nearly two years it had been since he saw her. She was more like a daughter to the old man more than anything. It couldn't be her. But here it was, the evidence of Rogue seeping into his nostrils and triggering a flood of memories in his mind. The last time he saw her. Damn shame too. Rogue...and what was that? Horse hair. Whatever. The stocky Canadian stomped out of the house, headed for the rooftop deal with Storm. He was sure now more than ever that the two were connected.
Laying on the ground amidst soggy grass and crushed almost beyond repair was a cowboy hat. At first he thought it was one of Logan's, but the he spotted the braided rope that went around it. The rope was in near perfect condition, despite being soaked. He picked up the hat, long fingers flicking off a few blades of grass and flexing to pop it back into it's original position. Horse hair. Far too coarse to be human. This thing must have costed a fortune. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting it. Inside, there was a green band that lined the inside of it, stitched onto the achingly familiar cloth were the words "To the woman who enchanted us all, came in a tumbleweed and left a spirit of the wind. We'll miss you." "To: Rogue From: Cowpokes in Texas." His breath caught in his throat and teeth tore into fleshy lips. He dropped the hat and took a few steps back. He was right. Anger filled inside of him. Anger instead of pain. He liked that more. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, willing the anger to subside. In many ways it was easier to control than pain.
"Easy Cajun. We knew she'd hafta come back sometime." Logan's thick draw came from behind him. "I think ya'd better just go back ta bed and let me handle this." He grunted and came up beside the taller man, stooping, he picked up the hat. "Nice hat." Horse hair, that explained a lot.
"Ah wan' ta see 'er, homme." He was utterly still. His anger defused by the Canadian.
He didn't argue. What good would it do to tell him that it would probably hurt him more than help him to see her right now. Logan just nodded and turned, leading them to where many answers, and even many more questions would lie.
They hadn't said anything they way there, and even now they didn't say anything. It wasn't much of a surprise to see Storm, sprawled out gracefully and sleeping peacefully. They weren't worried about her. Storm was tough, and she looked like whatever had happened had done her good. If they tried to move her, she'd just lecture them the next morning. But Rogue. The site of her right where she was could melt even though hearts made of solid steel. Or ones that were worn that way. And it did. For a fleeting moment, Remy felt his heart start to thaw and his eyes softened, in that moment he could have gathered her up in his arms muttering apologies in French and vowing to never leave her side. But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared. He thought of all his time spent on that ice burg and the utter despair he had gone through. His heart toughed up and he crossed his arms over his chest in a symbol of finality. She deserved it, she deserved so much more than that. Even now her fitful jerkings only brought disgust from him. If he thought it would change anything he'd try and kick her head in with his foot. But it would not only hurt him, but it wouldn't hurt her. She probably wouldn't even feel it when she woke. Love's a bitch, a double edged sword and nothing that songs say it is.
Logan watched his tortured friend silently. He still loved her, and it killed him. He wasn't a telepath, or had empathy. But he could read the Cajun's eyes as well as he could read a book. He loves her and he hates her. Logan broke the revere the Cajun had bound himself in by grunting and running a hand over his face. Rogue did look terrible. She was never as good at hiding her feelings as most people And all the shit that she had been through was visible. If not by the marks on the roof, than by her bone thin body. It hurt to see her like that. It was obvious that she hadn't been eating properly. Probably not anything serious like an eating disorder, but more a loss of appetite. She used to be voluptuous. Now she was thin and wirey, with muscles that were thin instead of ...well healthy looking. There were large, dark circles underneath her eyes and her cheeks were puffy from crying. Her hair was still thick, but it had lost it's luster and despite being pale, she was just nearly translucent looking. She looked like Remy did when they had found him. But he was willing to bet there wasn't a person in the world that could nurse Rogue's heart and soul. Her body would heal. Even though most people thought Dr. Bower had healed Remy, Logan knew better. Storm chose not to see anything but the happiness Remy clouded her eyes with. He didn't trust her. And even now, he felt sorry for Rogue.
"Damn, I just laid those shingles last year." Might as well fix his eyes on the practical when he knew that he had no emotional advice. The Cajun had made that clear last time Logan had tried to give him some help. He stooped down, and picked Rogue up easily, throwing her over his shoulder. Once she came in contact with him, she quieted, and only whimpered softly. When Logan turned around, Remy was gone. Just as well. He made his way back to her old room and mused quietly to himself. Just as Storm ...and Dr. Bower ...were Remy's crutches, he had a feeling that Logan was going to be Rogue's. Remy sure wouldn't do it, and Storm was on Remy's side. So who did that leave? Cyke. Fat chance.
***
Burning light, she crunched her eyes and wrinkled her nose and slowly opened them. Head turning away from the light she groaned. Why did it feel like she had been hit by a mack truck? Familiar. Everything was also so familiar. It took her a moment, but she finally recognized it. She was in her old room. And the light was from the window. It must have been about noon judging from the glare. Tensing some of her muscles, she found out that not only was she sore, but she also wasn't in the same clothes that she was when she came here. She remembered very little from last night, only the storm...and that's about it.
She tilted her head just a bit, and found it in working order. A tank top and a pair of boxers. What she used to sleep in. Gloves on her hands and her hat hanging on the bedpost. It looked a little worse for wear but it was doable.
Her eyes scanned her room. Logan. She gave a small start, eyes going wide. "Deah Gawd sugah, ya nearly scared me outta mah skin." She blinked a few times and sat up. "Ah have a feelin' Ah didn't jus' get up and deside ta go ta mah room in tha middle of tha night."
He grunted, something he was good at. "Nope. I did it." Gruff voice displaying little emotion.
"So...do ya hate me?" Voice so innocent, almost as though she was expecting it. He face softened.
"I don't hatecha darlin'. But we've gotta talk."
She didn't like that. Logan was usually straightforward, but this straightforward? It was scary. "So talk. Ah ain't goin' no where."
"First of all. Don't you ever go somewhere an' not tell me. Someone, anyone. I don't care whatcha did, or what happened. Don't you ever do that again, or I swear not even yer invulnerabilty will save ya from the ass whoppin' you deserve." He nodded his head. That said. Rogue's lips twitched in a smile. But she said nothing. Big green...doe eyes, sad.
He begun pacing. He didn't like telling people what they didn't want to hear anymore than the next person. Someone had to be the bad guy, though, and he was usually picked as it. "It was wrong whatcha did Rogue. But it wasn't all yer fault. Don't let anyone tell ya otherwise. Both of ya'll 've been through hell, one look at ya last night and one look at him a couple of years ago told me that. An' as much pain as you've been through, he's been through it too. I'm not takin' anyone's side, but I know that if ya'll don't straighten this thing out, it could affect the whole team. And we don't need this now. He's goin' on with his life, and you need to too. I figure, you've got two choices. Either ya give in, and go crazy, and we putcha outta yer misery. Or yer stronger fer this an' overcome it like I know ya can. There, I've said my spill." He crossed his arms over his burly chest and sat back down, eyes finally falling on Rogue.
It hurt. Dear God it hurt worse than anything she could ever hear. Except maybe that Remy was engaged. She hated it, hated that she was right and that he wouldn't just let her crawl up into a hole and never come out. Deep inside she knew that if she didn't chose to just let this blow off her shoulders, that he would make it to where it blew off her shoulders. Even if it he had to pin her down himself and make it happen.
She chose her words carefully, thinking about everything for a long time. She didn't think she could do it. Hell, she was nearly drowning in her despair just last night. She had hurt for so long, that she knew if she didn't let some other emotion in, she would kill herself. It made her sick that she'd let herself get this far. But she didn't know what to do about it or how to fix it. Him. She just had to show him that she was stronger and that he couldn't affect her. So she'd work. Get back onto the team, and make Remy want her back. It might not ever happen. But she owed him that much. Even if it took the rest of her life.
"Ah'll try."
He knew that was the best he was going to get out of her for right now. He nodded, and made his way out of her room. "Good choice, kid. By the way...nice hat." And that was it. He had given her a choice, and she had taken the one that pleased him. Why couldn't have Remy responded to him that well. I guess that whole "Forget her and move on" thing could only affect him if it came from a pair of ruby red lips. Remy always thought with his cock more than his head.
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Welp, that's all for now. I've still got ideas, I just want to make it into another chapter. I hope ya'll like this one. Oh! And for the life of me I just can't remember how Logan's accent went. It bugged the hell outta me. I know I must have screwed him up, but reviews on what you think would be nice.
Oh yeah, and I'm terribly sorry for the format of the first chapter. I know it sucks so bad. I'll try and fix it within the week.
Notes: Thanks a bunch to Randi! You've inspired me like no other! Even if it was under selfish intentions.
Notes on the story: Usually I hate the fact that people bring originals into the storyline with comic characters. I hate that more than anything. Why am I doing it? Well, I just couldn't see Remy with anyone in the team besides Rogue, so I had to make a new character up. Now, if you don't like her, I'll respect your opinion and all that mess. But what I'm really looking for is feedback. What you don't or do like about her...etc etc. Much appreciated!
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Chapter 2
It had been around noon when Rogue had came back to the mansion, and only two hours later when Ororo Munroe had fed her news that probably destroyed her soul. The storm had raged throughout the rest of that day and well into the night. Only ceasing when the Weather Witch herself had collapsed onto the rooftop that she had so bitterly let loose on a few moments earlier, bone tired and emotions rung dry. But oddly calm. She so rarely got to let loose that when she did, it was refreshing, and despite whatever had gone on to make her feel so terrible, it often inspired her with a new hope. Laying there now, clothes wrinkled and soaked, she sleeps peacefully. The lines of worry and stress smoothed from her chocolate brown skin in an act that only sleep can produce. She doesn't dream, and the calm felt in her soul is reflected in the night sky. Clear and perfect, with stars that gleam brightly. An exact contrast to the weather a few moments ago.
Rogue had clung to the roof, and made ten little marks where her fingers had penetrated through the shingles. Tears of anguish, heartbreaking pain and anger had littered her face until nothing but dry heaves came from within her. She silently willed with all her being for some basketball sized hail to knock her in her head and take her out of her misery. Or a lightning bolt to strike her dead and free her soul. And she cursed that power that ran through her veins and radiated from her that prevented this from happening. Prevented the very act that normal people fear and are weakened by. Death. That one word lingered in her mind and she was convinced that if she were to be embraced by those dark arms that the world would be a better place for not having known anything else about Rogue. The mutant. Skunk head. The woman with the super strength and a heart of glass. This was how deep her despair was. But she was too much of a coward to take her own life, and deep down she knew that nothing Storm was doing now could bring about her death, she still wished for it. Even after she had collapsed, in much the same way as the Weather Witch...in fact, a mere seven feet from the other woman, she was terrorized by such thoughts. Clothes ripped and nearly in shreds, but good ol' country clothes held together like most others wouldn't have. She had very little actual damage done to her, and besides a few bruises, it would sicken her to know that she would be good as new on the outside when she awoke. Guilt, and pain spun around in her head and made her slumber a fitful one. Her body jerked with spasms and she often cried out.
Somewhere in the mansion Remy Lebeau looked out his window just as the storm was dying down. He wasn't the same man, not at all. One who had lived to experience things that only occured in horror stories or dreams that were never meant to be uttered from fleshy lips. No longer was he the Charming Cajun that left heartbroken girls in his wake, or the Swamp Rat that you just hated to love. His enchanting eyes had gone murky and rarely ever lit up with the same fire that once was there. He had lost a lot of weight, and even now it showed. He worked hard to get his body back in shape, but even almost two years later it was an ongoing battle. His joints were still affected by the cold and it took him a while to limber up to be as graceful and agile as he once was. His hair was just now gaining back the luster that it had lost. A tortured soul. One that had spent far too long contemplating things that no one ever should. He had kept his sanity and his life...but barely. Everyone could sense the change in him and he hated it. Hated that she could take away so much of him. Hated that he let her, and hated that there was nothing he could do about it. He had never ceased to feel pain. Physical, mental, emotional. Even when he tried to fill that void again. Tried with Katie. Did he love her? He didn't know. There was really only one person he knew he could ever love. She was gone. Torn away from him the moment her fingertips ceased to touch his.
Whispers, whispers and shifty-eyed glances. That's what she got whenever she brought up the subjected of the mutant named Rogue. Laying there in the bed she shared with Remy she knew that he was thinking about her. He had gotten this look about him before. But it was that slim time in the few months that he was recovering. He'd mumble in his sleep and his eyes were so tortured. She hated her. Hated that someone could be so uncaring. You just didn't do that to someone that you loved. Remy was a new man. She had done that, had held his hand while he clawed his way out of her grasp. She loved him, with all of her heart. And even if he didn't love her quite that much, she still wanted him. She had made him a promise. When they had first gotten together, that she wouldn't ask about anything in his past. She didn't want to know. It wasn't a part of the life that they had started together. They were new and clean and Rogue was old and dirty. She had told him that everything that had happened was in the past and there was nothing they could do except move forward. And he had proposed. She had thought that she could be enough for him. Everything she was offering him. A body sculpted from Venus herself, a brain that she knew that River Rat couldn't compete with. Intelligent conversation and mind blowing sex. What more could a guy want? Then she had sensed another mutant. And dipping into her mind had only proved more baffling. She had mental shields the like that Dr. Bower had never seen.. It was like they weren't intentional at all, and just strewn about enough to confuse anyone who might inquire. A few times she had tried to look up the girl on the mutant database, just to find out what all the story was. She couldn't very well ask Remy about it, because of the promise she made him. And anyone else she went to told her that she needed to talk to Remy. The database proved to be a dead end. Even for one as experienced in technology as she was. All of her files had been locked away. Under a password that was hell to get into. Not like she would know. She had even put the proverbial crowbar up to it. It hadn't budged. Thoughts such as these swirled into her mind until it lulled her back to sleep. Little did she see her soon to be husband slipping out of their room to investigate the disturbance.
***
It was on Logan's watch that everything had gone haywire. So he had just gone into the mansion and stood by the window, smoke from a cigar billowing around his head while he waited for it to end. It didn't happen very often, but when it did, it was just better to stand out of 'Ro's way until she got it all out of her system. He didn't expect it to last as long as it did. And when it ended and he saw the almost ghost-like form of Storm float down to the roof he figured that he might as well go see what had happened with her.
Passing through the front door his nostrils flared. He took in a deep breath, depositing the cigar in an ashtray located conviently by the door. Two years. Nearly two years it had been since he saw her. She was more like a daughter to the old man more than anything. It couldn't be her. But here it was, the evidence of Rogue seeping into his nostrils and triggering a flood of memories in his mind. The last time he saw her. Damn shame too. Rogue...and what was that? Horse hair. Whatever. The stocky Canadian stomped out of the house, headed for the rooftop deal with Storm. He was sure now more than ever that the two were connected.
Laying on the ground amidst soggy grass and crushed almost beyond repair was a cowboy hat. At first he thought it was one of Logan's, but the he spotted the braided rope that went around it. The rope was in near perfect condition, despite being soaked. He picked up the hat, long fingers flicking off a few blades of grass and flexing to pop it back into it's original position. Horse hair. Far too coarse to be human. This thing must have costed a fortune. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting it. Inside, there was a green band that lined the inside of it, stitched onto the achingly familiar cloth were the words "To the woman who enchanted us all, came in a tumbleweed and left a spirit of the wind. We'll miss you." "To: Rogue From: Cowpokes in Texas." His breath caught in his throat and teeth tore into fleshy lips. He dropped the hat and took a few steps back. He was right. Anger filled inside of him. Anger instead of pain. He liked that more. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, willing the anger to subside. In many ways it was easier to control than pain.
"Easy Cajun. We knew she'd hafta come back sometime." Logan's thick draw came from behind him. "I think ya'd better just go back ta bed and let me handle this." He grunted and came up beside the taller man, stooping, he picked up the hat. "Nice hat." Horse hair, that explained a lot.
"Ah wan' ta see 'er, homme." He was utterly still. His anger defused by the Canadian.
He didn't argue. What good would it do to tell him that it would probably hurt him more than help him to see her right now. Logan just nodded and turned, leading them to where many answers, and even many more questions would lie.
They hadn't said anything they way there, and even now they didn't say anything. It wasn't much of a surprise to see Storm, sprawled out gracefully and sleeping peacefully. They weren't worried about her. Storm was tough, and she looked like whatever had happened had done her good. If they tried to move her, she'd just lecture them the next morning. But Rogue. The site of her right where she was could melt even though hearts made of solid steel. Or ones that were worn that way. And it did. For a fleeting moment, Remy felt his heart start to thaw and his eyes softened, in that moment he could have gathered her up in his arms muttering apologies in French and vowing to never leave her side. But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared. He thought of all his time spent on that ice burg and the utter despair he had gone through. His heart toughed up and he crossed his arms over his chest in a symbol of finality. She deserved it, she deserved so much more than that. Even now her fitful jerkings only brought disgust from him. If he thought it would change anything he'd try and kick her head in with his foot. But it would not only hurt him, but it wouldn't hurt her. She probably wouldn't even feel it when she woke. Love's a bitch, a double edged sword and nothing that songs say it is.
Logan watched his tortured friend silently. He still loved her, and it killed him. He wasn't a telepath, or had empathy. But he could read the Cajun's eyes as well as he could read a book. He loves her and he hates her. Logan broke the revere the Cajun had bound himself in by grunting and running a hand over his face. Rogue did look terrible. She was never as good at hiding her feelings as most people And all the shit that she had been through was visible. If not by the marks on the roof, than by her bone thin body. It hurt to see her like that. It was obvious that she hadn't been eating properly. Probably not anything serious like an eating disorder, but more a loss of appetite. She used to be voluptuous. Now she was thin and wirey, with muscles that were thin instead of ...well healthy looking. There were large, dark circles underneath her eyes and her cheeks were puffy from crying. Her hair was still thick, but it had lost it's luster and despite being pale, she was just nearly translucent looking. She looked like Remy did when they had found him. But he was willing to bet there wasn't a person in the world that could nurse Rogue's heart and soul. Her body would heal. Even though most people thought Dr. Bower had healed Remy, Logan knew better. Storm chose not to see anything but the happiness Remy clouded her eyes with. He didn't trust her. And even now, he felt sorry for Rogue.
"Damn, I just laid those shingles last year." Might as well fix his eyes on the practical when he knew that he had no emotional advice. The Cajun had made that clear last time Logan had tried to give him some help. He stooped down, and picked Rogue up easily, throwing her over his shoulder. Once she came in contact with him, she quieted, and only whimpered softly. When Logan turned around, Remy was gone. Just as well. He made his way back to her old room and mused quietly to himself. Just as Storm ...and Dr. Bower ...were Remy's crutches, he had a feeling that Logan was going to be Rogue's. Remy sure wouldn't do it, and Storm was on Remy's side. So who did that leave? Cyke. Fat chance.
***
Burning light, she crunched her eyes and wrinkled her nose and slowly opened them. Head turning away from the light she groaned. Why did it feel like she had been hit by a mack truck? Familiar. Everything was also so familiar. It took her a moment, but she finally recognized it. She was in her old room. And the light was from the window. It must have been about noon judging from the glare. Tensing some of her muscles, she found out that not only was she sore, but she also wasn't in the same clothes that she was when she came here. She remembered very little from last night, only the storm...and that's about it.
She tilted her head just a bit, and found it in working order. A tank top and a pair of boxers. What she used to sleep in. Gloves on her hands and her hat hanging on the bedpost. It looked a little worse for wear but it was doable.
Her eyes scanned her room. Logan. She gave a small start, eyes going wide. "Deah Gawd sugah, ya nearly scared me outta mah skin." She blinked a few times and sat up. "Ah have a feelin' Ah didn't jus' get up and deside ta go ta mah room in tha middle of tha night."
He grunted, something he was good at. "Nope. I did it." Gruff voice displaying little emotion.
"So...do ya hate me?" Voice so innocent, almost as though she was expecting it. He face softened.
"I don't hatecha darlin'. But we've gotta talk."
She didn't like that. Logan was usually straightforward, but this straightforward? It was scary. "So talk. Ah ain't goin' no where."
"First of all. Don't you ever go somewhere an' not tell me. Someone, anyone. I don't care whatcha did, or what happened. Don't you ever do that again, or I swear not even yer invulnerabilty will save ya from the ass whoppin' you deserve." He nodded his head. That said. Rogue's lips twitched in a smile. But she said nothing. Big green...doe eyes, sad.
He begun pacing. He didn't like telling people what they didn't want to hear anymore than the next person. Someone had to be the bad guy, though, and he was usually picked as it. "It was wrong whatcha did Rogue. But it wasn't all yer fault. Don't let anyone tell ya otherwise. Both of ya'll 've been through hell, one look at ya last night and one look at him a couple of years ago told me that. An' as much pain as you've been through, he's been through it too. I'm not takin' anyone's side, but I know that if ya'll don't straighten this thing out, it could affect the whole team. And we don't need this now. He's goin' on with his life, and you need to too. I figure, you've got two choices. Either ya give in, and go crazy, and we putcha outta yer misery. Or yer stronger fer this an' overcome it like I know ya can. There, I've said my spill." He crossed his arms over his burly chest and sat back down, eyes finally falling on Rogue.
It hurt. Dear God it hurt worse than anything she could ever hear. Except maybe that Remy was engaged. She hated it, hated that she was right and that he wouldn't just let her crawl up into a hole and never come out. Deep inside she knew that if she didn't chose to just let this blow off her shoulders, that he would make it to where it blew off her shoulders. Even if it he had to pin her down himself and make it happen.
She chose her words carefully, thinking about everything for a long time. She didn't think she could do it. Hell, she was nearly drowning in her despair just last night. She had hurt for so long, that she knew if she didn't let some other emotion in, she would kill herself. It made her sick that she'd let herself get this far. But she didn't know what to do about it or how to fix it. Him. She just had to show him that she was stronger and that he couldn't affect her. So she'd work. Get back onto the team, and make Remy want her back. It might not ever happen. But she owed him that much. Even if it took the rest of her life.
"Ah'll try."
He knew that was the best he was going to get out of her for right now. He nodded, and made his way out of her room. "Good choice, kid. By the way...nice hat." And that was it. He had given her a choice, and she had taken the one that pleased him. Why couldn't have Remy responded to him that well. I guess that whole "Forget her and move on" thing could only affect him if it came from a pair of ruby red lips. Remy always thought with his cock more than his head.
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Welp, that's all for now. I've still got ideas, I just want to make it into another chapter. I hope ya'll like this one. Oh! And for the life of me I just can't remember how Logan's accent went. It bugged the hell outta me. I know I must have screwed him up, but reviews on what you think would be nice.
Oh yeah, and I'm terribly sorry for the format of the first chapter. I know it sucks so bad. I'll try and fix it within the week.
