A/N This is a short brainstorm that I had while I SHOULD have been figuring
out a Trig problem. Thank you plot bunny. This one sorta back tracks a bit,
but I want to introduce my 2nd fav male character: St. John. Yes, I realize
that in several fics (and I happen to agree with them) he is gay. For my
purposes, he can't decide. If and only if I set up a permanent W/R will he
decide. I have too much fun writing him to not include him and since I
really don't like Bobby (One Summers type-a personality is enough, thanks)
I really prefer him to be in the undecided category. Besides, Bobby-boy
fits better with Kitty anyway.
Chapter 8: It has Begun (No Mortal Combat Music, Please)
It started out harmlessly enough, with her forming a friendship with Remy. It was a friendship was slowing beginning to take time away from what Rogue usually had labeled as 'Logan Time'. It in itself was a small happening.
Things such as going to see some movie with Gambit instead of watching hockey game with Logan, or participating in the Professor's charity events instead of leaving the Mansion all together with Logan and going to some dive for a few beers a steak were small, but significant, changes. Sure, most of the time she would have preferred trying to guess exactly how long ago the meat on Logan's plate had stopped 'moo'-ing to fending off well- meaning people, because no matter how many times, or how carefully, her mutation, her 'gift', was described, the humans never really understood what it meant. Sure, she'd desperately want Logan beside her, protecting her from those who got too close, but who was she to mess with the Wolverine's routines?
The morning after Logan left, the Professor called Rogue to the W.A.R. Room for a mission. It was just a pick-up mission, and he thought that with her mutation, she'd be the best one to initiate contact. They all had been walking out of the W.A.R. Room and advancing toward the Blackbird when Rogue had suddenly collapsed against the wall for a second and said in a calm, steady voice, "He's gone". She then turned and walked onto the plane. Not really sure what she had said, the rest of the team, Jean, Scott and St. John, had chalked the collapse up to nerves. No one knew what she had meant, not even the resident telepaths, until it was too late.
Chapter 8: It has Begun (No Mortal Combat Music, Please)
It started out harmlessly enough, with her forming a friendship with Remy. It was a friendship was slowing beginning to take time away from what Rogue usually had labeled as 'Logan Time'. It in itself was a small happening.
Things such as going to see some movie with Gambit instead of watching hockey game with Logan, or participating in the Professor's charity events instead of leaving the Mansion all together with Logan and going to some dive for a few beers a steak were small, but significant, changes. Sure, most of the time she would have preferred trying to guess exactly how long ago the meat on Logan's plate had stopped 'moo'-ing to fending off well- meaning people, because no matter how many times, or how carefully, her mutation, her 'gift', was described, the humans never really understood what it meant. Sure, she'd desperately want Logan beside her, protecting her from those who got too close, but who was she to mess with the Wolverine's routines?
The morning after Logan left, the Professor called Rogue to the W.A.R. Room for a mission. It was just a pick-up mission, and he thought that with her mutation, she'd be the best one to initiate contact. They all had been walking out of the W.A.R. Room and advancing toward the Blackbird when Rogue had suddenly collapsed against the wall for a second and said in a calm, steady voice, "He's gone". She then turned and walked onto the plane. Not really sure what she had said, the rest of the team, Jean, Scott and St. John, had chalked the collapse up to nerves. No one knew what she had meant, not even the resident telepaths, until it was too late.