"Rogue, what's wrong?" Logan looked at her groggily, switching on his dim light.
"I saw it Logan,-Christ, I *felt* it." She murmured, entranced. She crawled onto his bed, looking into his eyes. "It was stronger then almost anything I've ever felt-No fear, no pain...Logan, there isn't a thing on earth that could touch it."
"Whoa, whoa, Darlin'," He sat up, raking his hair out of his face. "What are you talkin' about? You felt what?"
"Their Love, Logan." She said, as if it were the most simple thing on earth. "Their love for each other is so strong. Nothing could touch either of them." She looked into his bewildered face, breaking her awe. "Jube and Victor. It's amazing. It's pure." Her eyes were welling up. "We tried to stop it. We were wrong."
"Whoooa." Logan pulled her close. "Why are you so upset if it's so wonderful?"
"It's like us." She whispered. "Stopping her would have been like forcing us apart." Rogue pressed her face into his chest, her skin against the material of his shirt.
Logan searched for words to calm her down. As usual, silence tended to suit. So he hugged her gently and kissed her hair, letting the quiet smooth the emotions into his comprehension.
~*~*~
Rogue had never been more lost in conflicting emotions in her life. She slowly realized that she was standing in a dark, unhappy memory. Guilt, regret and sorrow wrapped her in confusion.
"Please."
She looked up, finding a wall in front of her. Jubilee lay in the dirt, unmoving. Victor stood in front of her, watching her carefully. Rogue came to the understanding that the confusion that she felt was coming directly from him. She saw his stance break, and felt the low rage underneath breaking and fading. She saw a shocked kind of remorse pass over his black eyes as he walked toward her prone form.
Her surroundings cut to black, low far off wails and cries fading out, whispers of thoughts and shadows of dreams. She closed her eyes, burying her face in her hands. Fear was taking her over.
"What are you gunna do with that, Vicky?" A voice asked in the darkness. "You can't kill yourself with it."
Rogue eased her shaking hands away from her eyes. She stood in front of the door to a dismal, empty apartment. Sabretooth sat in a chair, staring at a gun perched on a dangerously unsteady table. The sound fizzled out, and she was left with his thoughts.
'Here's what I'm gunna do with it.' He thought darkly. 'Pump some lead into my brain-just a few shots; feel some pain. Then I'll stumble to the quiet rock on the deep side of the beach, and empty the chamber into my miserable skull. Once I've collapsed, the sea will do her job and finish off my brain-suffocate it; let my body float away, Lifeless...I hope.'
Rogue put her hands over her mouth, tears spilling over her eyelids; partly in her own shock, partly of the strained tears that Victor wouldn't let himself cry.
She let out a startled cry as the world flashed white in her eyes, and a short vacuum absorbed her body. She crumpled to the floor, her tears spattering on the dirty ground. She looked up, seeing Jubilee knock the table away, sending the gun spinning on the floor.
'Damnit.' He thought helplessly. 'This girl-this guilt inducing, tiny girl."
Jubilee took his face in her hands. The fear faded from Rogue, a confused feeling expanding in it's place.
'This tiny, Precious little girl...DAMNIT.'
Rogue realized with a jolt that the horrible feeling had been jubilee passing *through* her.
"I've got to get out of here." She whispered, trying to push herself up. She was half to her feet when the visions changed again. She shut her eyes, doubling over to ease the dizzy sensation the last change had left her with. She put her hand out, finding Victor's Jeep to balance on. She kneeled on the beach.
All she could feel was what He felt-none of her own feelings could be distinguished. She felt passion and devotion, pure joy.
'Precious gift, never leave.'
Rogue gasped at the thoughts-they were almost too romantic, too faithful, to be coming from Victor Creed.
'I'd be dead without you.'
Rogue reveled in the human desire that came off his thoughts. His heart was literally swelling in rapture when he touched her.
"I've never seen anyone watch someone with eyes so..attached." She whispered.
'If you watched, you see me...'
She could hear Logan, in the distance over the waves.
'I must be talking in my sleep.' she thought, pursing her lips. She sat back, waiting to wake.
"I saw it Logan,-Christ, I *felt* it." She murmured, entranced. She crawled onto his bed, looking into his eyes. "It was stronger then almost anything I've ever felt-No fear, no pain...Logan, there isn't a thing on earth that could touch it."
"Whoa, whoa, Darlin'," He sat up, raking his hair out of his face. "What are you talkin' about? You felt what?"
"Their Love, Logan." She said, as if it were the most simple thing on earth. "Their love for each other is so strong. Nothing could touch either of them." She looked into his bewildered face, breaking her awe. "Jube and Victor. It's amazing. It's pure." Her eyes were welling up. "We tried to stop it. We were wrong."
"Whoooa." Logan pulled her close. "Why are you so upset if it's so wonderful?"
"It's like us." She whispered. "Stopping her would have been like forcing us apart." Rogue pressed her face into his chest, her skin against the material of his shirt.
Logan searched for words to calm her down. As usual, silence tended to suit. So he hugged her gently and kissed her hair, letting the quiet smooth the emotions into his comprehension.
~*~*~
Rogue had never been more lost in conflicting emotions in her life. She slowly realized that she was standing in a dark, unhappy memory. Guilt, regret and sorrow wrapped her in confusion.
"Please."
She looked up, finding a wall in front of her. Jubilee lay in the dirt, unmoving. Victor stood in front of her, watching her carefully. Rogue came to the understanding that the confusion that she felt was coming directly from him. She saw his stance break, and felt the low rage underneath breaking and fading. She saw a shocked kind of remorse pass over his black eyes as he walked toward her prone form.
Her surroundings cut to black, low far off wails and cries fading out, whispers of thoughts and shadows of dreams. She closed her eyes, burying her face in her hands. Fear was taking her over.
"What are you gunna do with that, Vicky?" A voice asked in the darkness. "You can't kill yourself with it."
Rogue eased her shaking hands away from her eyes. She stood in front of the door to a dismal, empty apartment. Sabretooth sat in a chair, staring at a gun perched on a dangerously unsteady table. The sound fizzled out, and she was left with his thoughts.
'Here's what I'm gunna do with it.' He thought darkly. 'Pump some lead into my brain-just a few shots; feel some pain. Then I'll stumble to the quiet rock on the deep side of the beach, and empty the chamber into my miserable skull. Once I've collapsed, the sea will do her job and finish off my brain-suffocate it; let my body float away, Lifeless...I hope.'
Rogue put her hands over her mouth, tears spilling over her eyelids; partly in her own shock, partly of the strained tears that Victor wouldn't let himself cry.
She let out a startled cry as the world flashed white in her eyes, and a short vacuum absorbed her body. She crumpled to the floor, her tears spattering on the dirty ground. She looked up, seeing Jubilee knock the table away, sending the gun spinning on the floor.
'Damnit.' He thought helplessly. 'This girl-this guilt inducing, tiny girl."
Jubilee took his face in her hands. The fear faded from Rogue, a confused feeling expanding in it's place.
'This tiny, Precious little girl...DAMNIT.'
Rogue realized with a jolt that the horrible feeling had been jubilee passing *through* her.
"I've got to get out of here." She whispered, trying to push herself up. She was half to her feet when the visions changed again. She shut her eyes, doubling over to ease the dizzy sensation the last change had left her with. She put her hand out, finding Victor's Jeep to balance on. She kneeled on the beach.
All she could feel was what He felt-none of her own feelings could be distinguished. She felt passion and devotion, pure joy.
'Precious gift, never leave.'
Rogue gasped at the thoughts-they were almost too romantic, too faithful, to be coming from Victor Creed.
'I'd be dead without you.'
Rogue reveled in the human desire that came off his thoughts. His heart was literally swelling in rapture when he touched her.
"I've never seen anyone watch someone with eyes so..attached." She whispered.
'If you watched, you see me...'
She could hear Logan, in the distance over the waves.
'I must be talking in my sleep.' she thought, pursing her lips. She sat back, waiting to wake.