Intro: Hello! We are your hosts, gothic-rogue & Christy S! And we now present to you, our readers (and more importantly, reviewers!) the long awaited sequel to 'Point of Honesty'! Enjoy the fic!^-^
Disclaimer: If we owned these characters, we would probably be too busy fighting over who gets wich character to come up with this story. Therefore, it is obvious that we do not own them.
§Chapter_1: Lessons§
The temptation was incredible. After all, it had been four years. Four long years since Rogue had let Logan within five miles of a cigar. He still remembered it quite clearly. He had just pulled her away from the ruins of the terrorist base, when he realized that he wanted a smoke. So, naturally, he had pulled one out and lighted it.
Rogue had immediately started coughing up a storm. He had extinguished the thing for her sake, hoping to save it for later. The second time he had attempted to pull one out, he found she had thrown the box away. Logan had been furious, of course, (Those things were expensive!) but at least, he never tried to smoke near her again. Enough of her nagging added to that, and he never smoked again.
But this was now, he was in a store, Rogue was at home, and she´d never have to know the difference. A few scant seconds of envisioning her face when he returned home reeking of nicotine, was enough to make him reconsider.
An impatient glance from the store keeper caused Logan to awake from his reverie. He paid for his groceries, leaving the cigars behind.
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Stifling a yawn, Rogue desperately tried to stay awake. Shifting slightly in her chair, Rogue once again attempted to listen to everything her blue furred Teacher had to say.
Hank McCoy was one of Logan´s closest friends, and he was very happy when he finally agreed to home school her. Before he even started teaching her, Logan made her promise that she would respect and listen to him. Unfortunately, falling asleep in the middle of a lesson, didn´t fall under the respect guide-lines.
"And when the West African Mowwi-Mowwi finds it´s mate..............." Blah, blah. blah. By this time, Rogue only heard nonsense. Now Rogue loved Logan very much, but boring was boring, and this was extremely boring. If she didn´t get him to change the subject very soon, the only thing she was gonna be studying was the back of her eyelids!
"Mistuh McCoy?" Rogue finally spoke up. "Yes, Rogue, do you have a question?" "Yeah" Pause. "Well, kinda... Ah guess so..."
The girl stammered desperately searching her brain for the question that would be her saving grace. "Well what is it?"
The furry man was getting slightly annoyed. Rogue inwardly rolled her eyes.
"God fo´bid we get off the subject o´ the mating habits of the Ozzi-Whatzi!"
She silently thought to herself. Finally she had it. Sitting up in her seat, she looked him straight in the eyes. "Who are the X-Men?"
Pure perplextion filled his face and a mix of amazement and confusion knitted his furry brow. "Rogue, who told you about the X-Men?"
Fidgeting slightly, she said, "Ah over heard you and Logan talkin´ `bout `em the first time you came ta visit us....So, who are they?"
When Mr. McCoy started to hesitate, Rogue put on the face that always got her way with Logan. "Please Mistuh McCoy? Ah promise not ta tell Logan that ya told me."
Something suddenly flashed in his blue eyes. Rogue recognized it instantly. Defeat.
`YES´ Rogue was silently celebrating her victory.
This time when the man started to speak, she hung on to every word he had to say. She listened intently as he told her everything. He told her about a man named Charles Xavier, and his dream for mutant and human kind alike, his dream of peace. She was a little surprised that Logan, her Logan, had once been a part of that dream and never told her. She felt kind of hurt at the lack of trust. What else did he hide from her? `Why did he give it up?´ she asked herself silently. Just as she was about to ask, the front door swung open. This lesson was over, Logan was home.
§ gothic-rogue author notes: K, wasn't gonna do this, but Christy beat me! ; ) Jus joshin. All I really have to say, is please review. The more reviews we get, the faster we can write this story. Well, that's not entirely true though. Pixy-Stix keeps me going, but reviews help too.
Christy S´s Author´s Note: I know! I know! ya´ll are waiting for Remy to show up so we can get to the good stuff! Be patient! He´s comin´! The thing is, this is 7 years from `Point of Honesty´ and I want to establish Rogue and Logan´s father/daughter history before we jump into the action. And so happens, `action´ is what happens only when thieves enter upon the scene...But you knew that already, didn´t ya? Don´t forget (or pretend to forget) to review! ^-^ Adieu!
Disclaimer: If we owned these characters, we would probably be too busy fighting over who gets wich character to come up with this story. Therefore, it is obvious that we do not own them.
§Chapter_1: Lessons§
The temptation was incredible. After all, it had been four years. Four long years since Rogue had let Logan within five miles of a cigar. He still remembered it quite clearly. He had just pulled her away from the ruins of the terrorist base, when he realized that he wanted a smoke. So, naturally, he had pulled one out and lighted it.
Rogue had immediately started coughing up a storm. He had extinguished the thing for her sake, hoping to save it for later. The second time he had attempted to pull one out, he found she had thrown the box away. Logan had been furious, of course, (Those things were expensive!) but at least, he never tried to smoke near her again. Enough of her nagging added to that, and he never smoked again.
But this was now, he was in a store, Rogue was at home, and she´d never have to know the difference. A few scant seconds of envisioning her face when he returned home reeking of nicotine, was enough to make him reconsider.
An impatient glance from the store keeper caused Logan to awake from his reverie. He paid for his groceries, leaving the cigars behind.
************************
Stifling a yawn, Rogue desperately tried to stay awake. Shifting slightly in her chair, Rogue once again attempted to listen to everything her blue furred Teacher had to say.
Hank McCoy was one of Logan´s closest friends, and he was very happy when he finally agreed to home school her. Before he even started teaching her, Logan made her promise that she would respect and listen to him. Unfortunately, falling asleep in the middle of a lesson, didn´t fall under the respect guide-lines.
"And when the West African Mowwi-Mowwi finds it´s mate..............." Blah, blah. blah. By this time, Rogue only heard nonsense. Now Rogue loved Logan very much, but boring was boring, and this was extremely boring. If she didn´t get him to change the subject very soon, the only thing she was gonna be studying was the back of her eyelids!
"Mistuh McCoy?" Rogue finally spoke up. "Yes, Rogue, do you have a question?" "Yeah" Pause. "Well, kinda... Ah guess so..."
The girl stammered desperately searching her brain for the question that would be her saving grace. "Well what is it?"
The furry man was getting slightly annoyed. Rogue inwardly rolled her eyes.
"God fo´bid we get off the subject o´ the mating habits of the Ozzi-Whatzi!"
She silently thought to herself. Finally she had it. Sitting up in her seat, she looked him straight in the eyes. "Who are the X-Men?"
Pure perplextion filled his face and a mix of amazement and confusion knitted his furry brow. "Rogue, who told you about the X-Men?"
Fidgeting slightly, she said, "Ah over heard you and Logan talkin´ `bout `em the first time you came ta visit us....So, who are they?"
When Mr. McCoy started to hesitate, Rogue put on the face that always got her way with Logan. "Please Mistuh McCoy? Ah promise not ta tell Logan that ya told me."
Something suddenly flashed in his blue eyes. Rogue recognized it instantly. Defeat.
`YES´ Rogue was silently celebrating her victory.
This time when the man started to speak, she hung on to every word he had to say. She listened intently as he told her everything. He told her about a man named Charles Xavier, and his dream for mutant and human kind alike, his dream of peace. She was a little surprised that Logan, her Logan, had once been a part of that dream and never told her. She felt kind of hurt at the lack of trust. What else did he hide from her? `Why did he give it up?´ she asked herself silently. Just as she was about to ask, the front door swung open. This lesson was over, Logan was home.
§ gothic-rogue author notes: K, wasn't gonna do this, but Christy beat me! ; ) Jus joshin. All I really have to say, is please review. The more reviews we get, the faster we can write this story. Well, that's not entirely true though. Pixy-Stix keeps me going, but reviews help too.
Christy S´s Author´s Note: I know! I know! ya´ll are waiting for Remy to show up so we can get to the good stuff! Be patient! He´s comin´! The thing is, this is 7 years from `Point of Honesty´ and I want to establish Rogue and Logan´s father/daughter history before we jump into the action. And so happens, `action´ is what happens only when thieves enter upon the scene...But you knew that already, didn´t ya? Don´t forget (or pretend to forget) to review! ^-^ Adieu!