A/N Yet another little waterfall....enjoy
Rogue spent the next half hour in her huge claw-footed tub in her bathroom with St. John sitting on the rim. They sat silent for while, just enjoying on another's company until she broke the silence with her south southern lit.
"Logan's home."
He looked at her, confused. He hadn't heard an engine pull up.
"Trust me. He's here. I can feel it."
"You know he's gonna put all 6 of those claws right in my gut if he finds me here, don't you?" he said, lazily running his fingertips along the arm that laid on the rim.
She looked at him, her green eyes piercing; searching. "Does that bother you?"
He met her gaze. "Not really. Not like we're doing anything."
She nodded in agreement as the door to her bedroom slammed open and a once- familiar figure shadowed the doorway.
St. John stood up and with a towel in one hand, he helped her out of the tub with the other. She stood up, simultaneously wrapping herself with the towel. She turned towards Johnny. "You got ten minutes to get ready.I need new clothes.a reward for all this hard work, ya know?" She had cocked her head as she said the last part of her sentence. St. John moved to the door that had connected the bathroom to her old room, silently, giving Logan a simple gaze as he left.
Marie padded over to Logan who stood in the doorway leading to her, his old, room. She pushed past him saying, "get over it." He grabbed her arm and she silenced him with her hand before he could say anything. "No. Ah don't care what ya have to say. I've been down in that lab for too long. I'm getting a new wardrobe with Johnny there today an' Ah'm not gonna hear one word from ya until I get back. Now out, cuz I'm leavin'. Ya can find yerself another room ta sleep in."
She had changed during her spiel and walked past him out of the room. "Ya weren't there before, Wolverine. And Ah don't care if ya are now. 'Night."
Logan stood in the room for a long time, even as the darkness captured the room, before leaving. He had never expected this type of welcome, even more so the complete blow-off. A distinct scent met him as a certain red-head shadowed the door way.
"She's grown up, Logan. That's all there is too it."
A feral growl vibrated around the room. "That isn't all there is to it. Not while I'm still alive."
"Logan, she was unconscious for weeks. Give it time."
The man turned to her, the animal showing through. "That's what got me into this shit in the first place."
Rogue spent the next half hour in her huge claw-footed tub in her bathroom with St. John sitting on the rim. They sat silent for while, just enjoying on another's company until she broke the silence with her south southern lit.
"Logan's home."
He looked at her, confused. He hadn't heard an engine pull up.
"Trust me. He's here. I can feel it."
"You know he's gonna put all 6 of those claws right in my gut if he finds me here, don't you?" he said, lazily running his fingertips along the arm that laid on the rim.
She looked at him, her green eyes piercing; searching. "Does that bother you?"
He met her gaze. "Not really. Not like we're doing anything."
She nodded in agreement as the door to her bedroom slammed open and a once- familiar figure shadowed the doorway.
St. John stood up and with a towel in one hand, he helped her out of the tub with the other. She stood up, simultaneously wrapping herself with the towel. She turned towards Johnny. "You got ten minutes to get ready.I need new clothes.a reward for all this hard work, ya know?" She had cocked her head as she said the last part of her sentence. St. John moved to the door that had connected the bathroom to her old room, silently, giving Logan a simple gaze as he left.
Marie padded over to Logan who stood in the doorway leading to her, his old, room. She pushed past him saying, "get over it." He grabbed her arm and she silenced him with her hand before he could say anything. "No. Ah don't care what ya have to say. I've been down in that lab for too long. I'm getting a new wardrobe with Johnny there today an' Ah'm not gonna hear one word from ya until I get back. Now out, cuz I'm leavin'. Ya can find yerself another room ta sleep in."
She had changed during her spiel and walked past him out of the room. "Ya weren't there before, Wolverine. And Ah don't care if ya are now. 'Night."
Logan stood in the room for a long time, even as the darkness captured the room, before leaving. He had never expected this type of welcome, even more so the complete blow-off. A distinct scent met him as a certain red-head shadowed the door way.
"She's grown up, Logan. That's all there is too it."
A feral growl vibrated around the room. "That isn't all there is to it. Not while I'm still alive."
"Logan, she was unconscious for weeks. Give it time."
The man turned to her, the animal showing through. "That's what got me into this shit in the first place."