Chapter 2: Flashback
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Disclaimer: Rogue and Logan are inseparable companions. Rogue and Remy are husband and wife who have lots of little Rogues and Remys for the X-men to worry about. This is how it is if we own these characters. This is also how things are not. Therefore, we do not own Rogue, Remy and Logan.
Note: use \\ // to indicate the flashback
Driving home from the market, Logan decided to make a slight detour before heading home. He wasn't in a real hurry to get home, Rogue was in the middle of a lesson, and he did not want to interrupt.
Stopping in front of the Princess Bar, his bar, he got out of the car and walked in. Usually, he would just walk there, it was only a few blocks away from the small house he shared with Rogue. Entering through the back door, he thought about the girl he considered his daughter.
He could remember a time when she was only eleven years old, and going through her 'curious' stage. Everything to her was a mystery, and she had to know them all. He thought of the one time that her curiosity had gotten her into some serious trouble.
\\ Logan was not in a good mood! Not only did he have to leave his nice warm bed to settle some disturbance at the bar, but he could not find someone to watch Rogue. Looking at the clock by his bed, it read 12:48 AM. "No wonder ya can't find no one ta flamin' watch her! No one's awake!" he muttered to himself under his breath.
Walking to Rogue's room, he peaked inside. The young girl was curled up under her blanket, her odd hair sprayed across her pillow. Smiling at her innocence, the phone began to ring again. Making a quick decision, he made his way to the door. He would leave her for only a little bit, she would be all right. Stepping into the night, He made his way down the road to the bar. A few feet behind him, a small shadow followed him silently.
Stepping into the bar, he saw nothing wrong. No one was holding up the place, there was no fight, in fact, there was hardly anybody there. About to seek out the wise guy that had called him, a loud scream stopped him in his tracks. Hearing it again, his blood ran cold. ROGUE!
Racing through the bar, he burst through the back door that lead into the alley. What he saw then horrified him beyond words. His old enemy, Sabertooth, had gotten his Rogue trapped in a corner, and was attacking her. Not wasting any time, Logan popped out his claws and ran to save her.
After a quick but brutal fight, the overgrown cat backed off and slunk away into the shadows. Running over to the trembling girl, he was relived to see she wasn't hurt too badly, but five deep scratches ran down her back where Victor Creed had clawed her. It would take time, and a lot of stitches for them to heal. Taking his jacket off and wrapping it around the shaking child, he cradled her in his arms as she cried.//
He let out a low growl at the memory. Even now, at seventeen, she still carried the scars on her back. After the attack, her curiosity abruptly stopped. She would never follow him again. The attack had also prompted him to teach the girl self-defense. Rogue could now, not only fight, but wield a katana* as well. She was definitely not someone you would want to meet in a dark alley.
Pouring himself a drink, Logan thought about that night once again.
As it turned out, that Sabortooth had been the one causing the disturbance at the bar that night. When he had heard that Logan was on his way, he had left to ambush him. It hurt him to think that he had allowed Rogue to get hurt. It also bothered him that he had not been able to pick up her scent.
He chuckled at that one. Even at eleven, the southern girl had been extremely smart. She had sprinkled black pepper all over herself to avoid detection. He chuckled again, and thought of how proud he was of her. Even today, she still held the same determination and stamina she had back then.
Getting up from the bar, he started towards the exit. He needed to start heading home now. Rogue's lesson would be home any minute now, and he couldn't wait to see her. Pulling into the street, Logan silently drove the few blocks home.
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Christy S.'s Note: I´m such a thief! I love stealing stuff from others sources! I read in my X-men Encyclopedia that Logan owned the Princess Bar in Madripoor and went by the name of `Patch´ there. As for what I´m doing, I´m just setting up some more Rogue/Logan, father/daughter history. Rogue is *not* going to have Ms. Marvel´s powers here, so by giving her incentive to learn how to wield a weapon, I´m giving her a way to defend herself. A skill she´ll definitely be using in future chapters! ^.~ Adieu! PS: Thanx to those of ya'll who did review!
*Katana: a Japanese fighting sword.
gothic-rogue's notes: I had writers block during this chappy. Unfortunatly, that slowed down the posting of this chapter. *sigh* I don't know how Christy puts up with me. Now, I am gonna do the thing that I do the best. *drops to knees pleading* Please review. THANKIES! *gets up, dusts self off, and walks away*
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Disclaimer: Rogue and Logan are inseparable companions. Rogue and Remy are husband and wife who have lots of little Rogues and Remys for the X-men to worry about. This is how it is if we own these characters. This is also how things are not. Therefore, we do not own Rogue, Remy and Logan.
Note: use \\ // to indicate the flashback
Driving home from the market, Logan decided to make a slight detour before heading home. He wasn't in a real hurry to get home, Rogue was in the middle of a lesson, and he did not want to interrupt.
Stopping in front of the Princess Bar, his bar, he got out of the car and walked in. Usually, he would just walk there, it was only a few blocks away from the small house he shared with Rogue. Entering through the back door, he thought about the girl he considered his daughter.
He could remember a time when she was only eleven years old, and going through her 'curious' stage. Everything to her was a mystery, and she had to know them all. He thought of the one time that her curiosity had gotten her into some serious trouble.
\\ Logan was not in a good mood! Not only did he have to leave his nice warm bed to settle some disturbance at the bar, but he could not find someone to watch Rogue. Looking at the clock by his bed, it read 12:48 AM. "No wonder ya can't find no one ta flamin' watch her! No one's awake!" he muttered to himself under his breath.
Walking to Rogue's room, he peaked inside. The young girl was curled up under her blanket, her odd hair sprayed across her pillow. Smiling at her innocence, the phone began to ring again. Making a quick decision, he made his way to the door. He would leave her for only a little bit, she would be all right. Stepping into the night, He made his way down the road to the bar. A few feet behind him, a small shadow followed him silently.
Stepping into the bar, he saw nothing wrong. No one was holding up the place, there was no fight, in fact, there was hardly anybody there. About to seek out the wise guy that had called him, a loud scream stopped him in his tracks. Hearing it again, his blood ran cold. ROGUE!
Racing through the bar, he burst through the back door that lead into the alley. What he saw then horrified him beyond words. His old enemy, Sabertooth, had gotten his Rogue trapped in a corner, and was attacking her. Not wasting any time, Logan popped out his claws and ran to save her.
After a quick but brutal fight, the overgrown cat backed off and slunk away into the shadows. Running over to the trembling girl, he was relived to see she wasn't hurt too badly, but five deep scratches ran down her back where Victor Creed had clawed her. It would take time, and a lot of stitches for them to heal. Taking his jacket off and wrapping it around the shaking child, he cradled her in his arms as she cried.//
He let out a low growl at the memory. Even now, at seventeen, she still carried the scars on her back. After the attack, her curiosity abruptly stopped. She would never follow him again. The attack had also prompted him to teach the girl self-defense. Rogue could now, not only fight, but wield a katana* as well. She was definitely not someone you would want to meet in a dark alley.
Pouring himself a drink, Logan thought about that night once again.
As it turned out, that Sabortooth had been the one causing the disturbance at the bar that night. When he had heard that Logan was on his way, he had left to ambush him. It hurt him to think that he had allowed Rogue to get hurt. It also bothered him that he had not been able to pick up her scent.
He chuckled at that one. Even at eleven, the southern girl had been extremely smart. She had sprinkled black pepper all over herself to avoid detection. He chuckled again, and thought of how proud he was of her. Even today, she still held the same determination and stamina she had back then.
Getting up from the bar, he started towards the exit. He needed to start heading home now. Rogue's lesson would be home any minute now, and he couldn't wait to see her. Pulling into the street, Logan silently drove the few blocks home.
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Christy S.'s Note: I´m such a thief! I love stealing stuff from others sources! I read in my X-men Encyclopedia that Logan owned the Princess Bar in Madripoor and went by the name of `Patch´ there. As for what I´m doing, I´m just setting up some more Rogue/Logan, father/daughter history. Rogue is *not* going to have Ms. Marvel´s powers here, so by giving her incentive to learn how to wield a weapon, I´m giving her a way to defend herself. A skill she´ll definitely be using in future chapters! ^.~ Adieu! PS: Thanx to those of ya'll who did review!
*Katana: a Japanese fighting sword.
gothic-rogue's notes: I had writers block during this chappy. Unfortunatly, that slowed down the posting of this chapter. *sigh* I don't know how Christy puts up with me. Now, I am gonna do the thing that I do the best. *drops to knees pleading* Please review. THANKIES! *gets up, dusts self off, and walks away*