Disclaimer: We got drunk and decided to go gambling. Then lost the X-men
to Marvel in a card game. We've admitted it now. So can we get on with
the story, please?
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CHAPTER THREE:
Walking through the front door, Logan found himself enveloped in a tight hug. Wrapping his arms around the petite figure, he eagerly returned the gesture. God, he loved coming home.
Releasing Rogue, Logan walked further into the house. Upon noticing Hank, he could sensed a form of tension between the teacher and his student, it seemed to be targeted at him. Shrugging it off as merely nothing, Logan bid Hank fair well. 'Bub seemed to be in a big hurry to leave.' Logan observed. Usually Hank stayed for a bit after Rogue's lesson to chat with him, today he seemed to just want to get away. 'Huh. Weird.' he thought to himself.
Looking at Rogue, he couldn't see anything wrong with her. It was as if what ever he felt before Hank left never was. Eyeing her suspiciously, he informed her that it was time for practice. Giving an annoyed sigh and an irate "O.K" Rogue left to get her equipment. He had to smile at her antics. She always acted so pained at the mention of training, but he knew she enjoyed it.
Everyday after Hank would leave, the two of them would go down in the basement, and Logan would teach her how to defend herself. It was his way of making sure that his Rogue would never be a victim again.
As he watched her move, he couldn't help but feel a great sense of pride for the girl overtake him. She moved gracefully and warded off all of his attacks efficiently and effectively. The only thing she didn't really have a hand on was her jumps, she fell every other time. Other than that, the girl was rather good at picking up the moves he taught her, plus the fact that she could use a dangerous weapon accurately was almost self satisfying. But, all this wasn't for him, it was for her safety.
After Logan had excused her, Rogue went to take a shower. She now had time to think about and process what her teacher had told her earlier. She had been shocked and a little hurt at the fact that Logan had keep something from her for so long. She had thought that they didn't have any secrets from each other. How was she supposed to handle this? Should she ask him about it? For a moment when Logan got home, she had thought that maybe he had heard her conversation with Mr. McCoy, but that suspicion was gone when he wanted to go train.
Giving an exasperated sigh, Rogue stepped into the steamy spray. Sometimes everything was just so complicated in her life, she enjoyed every moment though. Where would she be today if not for Logan? Lost and alone, that's where she would be. She owed every second of her life to that man, and she loved him for it. Logan was the closest thing she had ever had to a real father, heck, he was the only father she had ever known.
Finishing her shower, Rogue got out and quickly dressed. Pulling her hair back in a messy ponytail, she made her way to the living room. What she saw then put a smile on her young face, There in the middle of the room was Logan, surrounded by photo albums.
Walking into the room, she stopped beside him. Placing her hand on his shoulder, he looked up at her and smiled. Plopping down by him, they looked through the photo albums together.
The first picture was of Rogue proudly throwing a stash of Logan cigars away. She had such a triumphant smile on her face, she had known that his not smoking was a battle she had won.
The next was of Rogue showing off her drivers permit. That had been an extremely scary day for Logan, the girl was a demon behind the wheel. He had also threatened her that day. He said that the only way she was going to have a car of her own was when he could afford to buy himself a horse. That way it would spare him the fear of being on the road the same time she was.
Upon turning to the next page, Logan gave a chuckle at what was there. It was a picture of a twelve year old Rogue placing bunny ears above Hanks head and making funny faces at his back. That was also the day she had learned that Hank was going to be her new teacher, she wasn't very thrilled.
They had sat there for almost four hours lost in their memories. Pictures of them together, pictures from when Logan had first bought the bar, and most of all, pictures of Rogue in all her mischievous glory. they had shared many good times together. It was late though, and they both had a lot to do the next day. Putting the photo albums away, they said their 'good-nights' and retired to bed. All in all, it had been a good day.
Lying in her bed that night, Rogue dreamed of everything that had happened that day. The discussion with Hank, training with Logan, the special time they had spent looking at their past together, she never wanted to forget these things. Her dreams were disturbed though by a loud noise coming from down the hall way. They seemed to be coming from Logans room.
Ripping the covers off herself, Rogue jumped to her feet, Within seconds, she had found herself at Logans door. What she saw then scared her. Logan was nowhere to be found, and all the furniture in his room was overturned. Wrapping her arms tight around her body, she began to shake. 'No.!' she told herself. If there is one thing that Logan had taught her, it was to keep her cool in bad situations, and this was a bad situation.
Stuffing down the lump in her throat, Rogue turned and shut the door behind her. Somehow though, she had managed to miss the faint scent of ozone that surrounded the perimeter of his room.
Walking towards her own room, Rogue began to think of a plan. Tomorrow, when she was rested and ready, she would begin looking for Logan.
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gothic-rogue AN: Phew that was a fluffy one! I like it though, I'm getting goosebumps! I have no clue when Gambit is gonna pop his pretty little head in, that's all in Christy's head. I wish she would tell me. *looks at Christy pleadingly* Hint, hint ^_~
Christy S. Author's Note: And we have conflict, people! I know it's not up there with Disturbed Courtney & Neurotic Temptress, but whata ya'll think of my cliff-hanger? ((This is a deviously subtle hint insinuating that you who have read this are supposed to review)) As for gothic-rogue's plea, ONLY *I* KNOW WHAT REMY WILL DO! He lives and dies at my whim! Bwahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!
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CHAPTER THREE:
Walking through the front door, Logan found himself enveloped in a tight hug. Wrapping his arms around the petite figure, he eagerly returned the gesture. God, he loved coming home.
Releasing Rogue, Logan walked further into the house. Upon noticing Hank, he could sensed a form of tension between the teacher and his student, it seemed to be targeted at him. Shrugging it off as merely nothing, Logan bid Hank fair well. 'Bub seemed to be in a big hurry to leave.' Logan observed. Usually Hank stayed for a bit after Rogue's lesson to chat with him, today he seemed to just want to get away. 'Huh. Weird.' he thought to himself.
Looking at Rogue, he couldn't see anything wrong with her. It was as if what ever he felt before Hank left never was. Eyeing her suspiciously, he informed her that it was time for practice. Giving an annoyed sigh and an irate "O.K" Rogue left to get her equipment. He had to smile at her antics. She always acted so pained at the mention of training, but he knew she enjoyed it.
Everyday after Hank would leave, the two of them would go down in the basement, and Logan would teach her how to defend herself. It was his way of making sure that his Rogue would never be a victim again.
As he watched her move, he couldn't help but feel a great sense of pride for the girl overtake him. She moved gracefully and warded off all of his attacks efficiently and effectively. The only thing she didn't really have a hand on was her jumps, she fell every other time. Other than that, the girl was rather good at picking up the moves he taught her, plus the fact that she could use a dangerous weapon accurately was almost self satisfying. But, all this wasn't for him, it was for her safety.
After Logan had excused her, Rogue went to take a shower. She now had time to think about and process what her teacher had told her earlier. She had been shocked and a little hurt at the fact that Logan had keep something from her for so long. She had thought that they didn't have any secrets from each other. How was she supposed to handle this? Should she ask him about it? For a moment when Logan got home, she had thought that maybe he had heard her conversation with Mr. McCoy, but that suspicion was gone when he wanted to go train.
Giving an exasperated sigh, Rogue stepped into the steamy spray. Sometimes everything was just so complicated in her life, she enjoyed every moment though. Where would she be today if not for Logan? Lost and alone, that's where she would be. She owed every second of her life to that man, and she loved him for it. Logan was the closest thing she had ever had to a real father, heck, he was the only father she had ever known.
Finishing her shower, Rogue got out and quickly dressed. Pulling her hair back in a messy ponytail, she made her way to the living room. What she saw then put a smile on her young face, There in the middle of the room was Logan, surrounded by photo albums.
Walking into the room, she stopped beside him. Placing her hand on his shoulder, he looked up at her and smiled. Plopping down by him, they looked through the photo albums together.
The first picture was of Rogue proudly throwing a stash of Logan cigars away. She had such a triumphant smile on her face, she had known that his not smoking was a battle she had won.
The next was of Rogue showing off her drivers permit. That had been an extremely scary day for Logan, the girl was a demon behind the wheel. He had also threatened her that day. He said that the only way she was going to have a car of her own was when he could afford to buy himself a horse. That way it would spare him the fear of being on the road the same time she was.
Upon turning to the next page, Logan gave a chuckle at what was there. It was a picture of a twelve year old Rogue placing bunny ears above Hanks head and making funny faces at his back. That was also the day she had learned that Hank was going to be her new teacher, she wasn't very thrilled.
They had sat there for almost four hours lost in their memories. Pictures of them together, pictures from when Logan had first bought the bar, and most of all, pictures of Rogue in all her mischievous glory. they had shared many good times together. It was late though, and they both had a lot to do the next day. Putting the photo albums away, they said their 'good-nights' and retired to bed. All in all, it had been a good day.
Lying in her bed that night, Rogue dreamed of everything that had happened that day. The discussion with Hank, training with Logan, the special time they had spent looking at their past together, she never wanted to forget these things. Her dreams were disturbed though by a loud noise coming from down the hall way. They seemed to be coming from Logans room.
Ripping the covers off herself, Rogue jumped to her feet, Within seconds, she had found herself at Logans door. What she saw then scared her. Logan was nowhere to be found, and all the furniture in his room was overturned. Wrapping her arms tight around her body, she began to shake. 'No.!' she told herself. If there is one thing that Logan had taught her, it was to keep her cool in bad situations, and this was a bad situation.
Stuffing down the lump in her throat, Rogue turned and shut the door behind her. Somehow though, she had managed to miss the faint scent of ozone that surrounded the perimeter of his room.
Walking towards her own room, Rogue began to think of a plan. Tomorrow, when she was rested and ready, she would begin looking for Logan.
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gothic-rogue AN: Phew that was a fluffy one! I like it though, I'm getting goosebumps! I have no clue when Gambit is gonna pop his pretty little head in, that's all in Christy's head. I wish she would tell me. *looks at Christy pleadingly* Hint, hint ^_~
Christy S. Author's Note: And we have conflict, people! I know it's not up there with Disturbed Courtney & Neurotic Temptress, but whata ya'll think of my cliff-hanger? ((This is a deviously subtle hint insinuating that you who have read this are supposed to review)) As for gothic-rogue's plea, ONLY *I* KNOW WHAT REMY WILL DO! He lives and dies at my whim! Bwahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!