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A/N: *Steps out from behind the curtain* Hi! Remember this story and me? *Silence* :( That's what I thought, oh well. Blame my muse, Karick and me. *Blows dust of disk*
Let's see if I can spark your interest again....
Dreams
Chapter 9
The place was a complete mess. Plants had worked their way in through the broken window and were nearly covering the entire south side of the room. Most of the light had been blocked from the lab, casting shadows in nearly every corner. Everything standing had been covered in a light coating of dust. Various things littered the entire floor along with burned scraps of paper. 'Apparently, Magnus doesn't have housekeeping.'
His dark eyes continued to scan the lab, searching the dimly lit room for...something. Remy walked deeper into the room, the sound of glass cracking under his footsteps. 'It looks like a scene out of that Frankenstein movie.' Among the many broken glass containers and papers strewn on the floor were medical equipment, cables and wires, and in the middle of the room, a table.
A book lying on a far table grabbed his attention. It didn't look like any special, nothing like Irene's diaries, but there was something about it that seemed different. Working his way through the mess, Remy made his way over to the table. Blowing the dust off the top of the book, he continued to stare at the lab notebook. Curiosity got the better of him. He gently picked up the yellow aged booklet and filled it open.
Scrawled across the front page were notes on some type of cerium, and remarks noting the failures. Flipping the aged pages, Remy came across more experiments; all of them failed. However, there was no mention of why Magnus was conducting these experiments; though they all seemed to be striving for the same purpose. He laid the book back on the table and continued his search of the lab.
The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. Closing his eyes, he strained to hear the faint noise that put in on alert. Hearing the noise grow slightly louder, he slipped his hand inside his duster, his fingers closing around a playing card. Slowly, he pulled it out of the deep pocket and focused his energy toward it, causing it to glow. Whipping around, Remy's arm instinctively came up, poised to throw the card at the intruder. His eyes widened and his wrist went limp when he noticed her standing in the doorway.
"Chere?"
In the all the time that he had known her, Remy had never seen her look so dejected. Unconsciously, she was wringing her gloved hands. Her green eyes were dulled and hidden behind a sheen of tears. The pale complexions of her face against the emerald colored sweater made her seem more vulnerable than she ever had before.
Rogue made no further movement into the room. Somehow, as if on autopilot, she had made her way from the study to the East Wing of the building. Mentally, she had reached out, calling for Remy and found herself drawn toward the lab. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Biting her bottom lip, she turned her head away from Remy and let the tears course down her face.
Remy watched her shoulders shake as the silent sobs racked her body. He found himself nearly running to her side and once he was there, he pulled her into his arms. Rogue's hands clutched his duster, as she laid her forehead against his chest. When she finally found her voice, she pulled her face away from his chest and looked up into his face.
"It's over, Remy. There isn't a cure."
Nothing could have prepared him to hear those words fall off her lips. It felt as if someone had stuck a knife in his back and was twisting it with all their might. Her whispered words hit him so hard, he couldn't find the breath to speak.
She waited for a response from him, hoping that he'd have some witty or hopeful comment to give her. His response was silence, just like she suspected. Sighing, she slipped her arms around him, laying her head against his chest and listening to the calming beat of his heart.
Logan stood off in the shadows, watching them. He had searched the entire main floor of the compound and had come up with nothing. While making his way back to the staircase, he had caught a scent, Magnus' scent. It wasn't strong but it was still Magnus. The scent had brought him to the lab just in time to hear Rogue say there was no cure. Her words had thrown him off balance. 'No cure?'
Never one to display many emotions, Logan could feel them trapped inside his head. He was depressed, angry and confused, but none of those emotions played across his face. Shuffling his feet loudly, he let them know about his presence before he entered the room.
Rogue pulled back from Remy and turned around to face her friend. A sad smile crept across her face. "Sorry, to drag ya out here for nothin'." She nervously ran one hand through her hair. "It was a shot in the dark, but it was worth checkin' out." The sorrowful eyes that both Remy and Logan had on their faces were becoming too much to bear. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way toward Logan. "Let's go home."
Logan laid a comforting arm on her shoulders, and was immediately assaulted by Magnus's scent. He led her out into the hallway that lead towards the staircase. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that Remy wasn't behind him. He looked down at Rogue and said, "Your hiding something from me, aren't you, river rat?"
Rogue spun her head around and found Logan's knowing eyes staring back at her. "Yes, ah'm hidin' something from you, but don't except me to be tellin' you." She shrugged his arm off her shoulders and turned to face him. "I'll confirm your suspicions. Yes, I did talk to Magnus." Rogue raised her hand as she saw him open his mouth. "Before, ya go and yell at me, ah don't plan on lettin' ya know what was said. Let's just leave it at that."
Pushing off the floor, she took flight and headed out the main door.
'Where in the world did she get this stubborn streak from?' Hearing heavy footfalls coming from the corridor, Logan saw Remy appear out of the shadows. "What took you so long, Cajun?"
Remy flashed him a careless grin. "Just pickin' up a couple of t'ings. Where's Rogue?"
"Already outside." Logan answered, motioning toward the main door with his thumb.
"Let's go." Remy started to walk past Logan, when he felt something on his shoulder. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan's hand.
"Don't worry, Cajun. We'll find a way to save her."
"I hope you're right."
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"God damn powers!"
Rogue put all her weight into the punch. The boulder broke into three separate pieces. She slumped down to the ground, exhausted from venting out her frustration. Though she still had more to get out of her system, but her hands hurt. She hissed as she pulled off her gloves and examined her knuckles. Swollen and red, they looked as painful as they felt.
Pain. There was a new concept to experience. She had never really experienced pain before. Mostly things would knock her down or the wind out of her system. Things that would cause unbearable pain for others, would only feel like a stubbed toe or a small amount of pressure. Her powers were her blessing and her curse.
And now she was dying, and not an honorable death at that. Her powers were killing her and her only chances for a cure was a dead end. Pulling her legs up toward her body, she wrapped her arms around them and laid her head on her knees, thinking about the her encounter with Magnus...
Something in the room didn't feel right. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the shadow fall upon her. Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of her.
Holding a leather bound book in his hand, he looked toward her and asked, "Were you looking for this, my dear?"
"Magus."
"Rogue."
The silence hung in the air, like the book dangling from his fingers. Rogue narrowed her eyes, and continued to hold his stare. Anger flooded her entire body, not from the fact that he held the key to her hope in his hand, but from the apologetic way he was looking at her.
"Don't look at me like that. I don't need your pity." She tilted her head toward the book. "What I really need from ya is that diary. So if you'd please." Rogue held out her right hand. She was surprised when Magnus gently placed the book in her hand. He still stood on the opposite side of the desk from her.
Sending him a questioning look, she laid the book down on the desk in front of her. "Why'd ya give it up so easily?" When she got no response from him, she flung open the leather cover of the book and furiously began flipping through the pages.
Magnus sighed. "You won't find what you're looking for in there, Rogue."
"You have no idea what I'm looking for!" She shot back at him as she continued to skim the pages.
"There's no cure, Rogue."
Her hand stopped as she was turning the page. She refused to look up at him, refused to let him see the tears in her eyes. "There's no cure? What do you mean?" Her voice shook as she spoke.
"The diaries contain no information on how to cure what's happening to you. Nor are you mentioned in later volumes of her diaries."
"No, you're lying. You're lying. YOU'RE LYING!" Her head came up, tears falling down her face as banged her fists down on the desk, leaving indentions in the old wood. Ignoring his words, she continued to leaf through the diaries
"When Mystique brought you into the Brotherhood of Mutants, we had no idea things would turn out the way they did. It wasn't until Mystique ran into Irene Alder that we had any idea of what lay ahead for us. As we researched the diaries, we found out that your powers would turn against you." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Not all of Irene's visions are spelled out in her diaries, Rogue. She knew that some things would be better left alone."
Rogue covered her ears, trying to block his words. With every sentence he spoke, her hope diminished. "And saving my life is something she felt would have been better left alone!"
Of course, Magnus hadn't replied to her statement. He watched her throw a disgusted look at the diary before flinging it across the study. She marched over to the broken window and looked outside. "Rogue, for a while Mystique and I experimented to find away to stop your powers..."
She snickered. "But ya couldn't find anything, could ya?" Rogue turned around to face him, the broken glass from the window reflecting light behind her. She watched him shake his head. "I didn't think so, because if ya had we wouldn't be here jawing about the whole blasted mess."
'No cure! There's no cure! What am I suppose to do now? Just accept my fate? Can fate be alerted or is it already etched in stone?' Her mind was a jumbled mess of unanswered questions. She had to get out of there; she needed fresh air. She needed Remy. Rogue brushed by him as she headed to the door. The sound of him calling her name stopped her before she totally fled the room.
She looked over her shoulder to find Magnus hold Irene's diary toward her. "I don't care what you do with it. That books holds her dreams, none of which match my own." Turning, she left the room...
Lifting her head, Rogue let the sunlight dry the tears that hung on her cheeks. Opening her eyes, she looked about her looking for some sign of Remy and Logan. Flying out of there like a bat out of hell hadn't been the best idea, but she had needed time to collect her thoughts. There was still no sign of them.
Rogue pulled herself off the ground and decided to fly and retrace her steps to find them. The sound of rustling in the bushes caught her attention before she pushed off the ground. Placing her hands on her hips, she addressed the bush. "Remy LaBeau, if that's you hidin' in dat bush, ya better come out of there right now."
The bush parted, but it wasn't Remy on the other side.
"Raptors!"
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"How far could she have gotten?" Remy asked as he rubbed the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "I had nearly forgotten how much I hated dis place."
"Not found memories, are they?"
"If given da choice, ah wouldn't relive dem."
Logan grunted a response as they continued on the path that led back to the protective cliffs of the Savage Land. The closer they got toward the clearing, the tenser the air seemed to become. Throwing a hand up in the air, he called a halt. Turning toward Remy, he put one finger over his lips, signaling for quiet.
The forest around them remained eerily still. No sounds echoed from the underbrush. Only the intermittent breeze causing the leaves to stir seemed to be the only life in the forest. That's when he caught the smell of it. Blood. The putrid irony smell floated along the gentle breeze. Its overpowering stench nearly knocked him off his feet. Looking toward Remy, he noticed his wide concerned eyes; apparently he could smell the blood too. Taking a deep breath, Logan caught the light scent of something else.
"Raptors."
"Where?" Remy asked as he scanned the canopy of the trees surrounding them.
"They're close. Real close." Logan extended his claws and motioned for them to continue toward their destination.
When they entered the clearing, they found one of the huge beasts lying on its side. Its neck had been twisted at a grotesque angel. From the looks of it, the others had attacked the fallen member of their pack, instead of chasing their original prey. The ground was soaked with blood, and Remy pulled his bandana out of his pocket and placed it against his nose.
About a third of the way left to go through the clearing, Logan stopped again. "She's here. Rogue's around here somewhere."
Remy spun around, nearly completing a circle before he spotted her. She was lying on her side, just like the dead beast, not moving. "Logan, over here!" He took off in her direction. As he got closer to her, he could see the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Relief temporarily washed over him; she was alive, but for how long? He knelt down on the blood-covered ground beside her, afraid to move her, not knowing the extent of her injuries.
With his gloved hand, he pushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes spurn open, glazed over with shock.
"Have ah ever told ya how much ah hate those lizards?"
If it weren't for her condition, Remy would have found the statement almost comical. "I think it's been mentioned a time or two. What hurts, Rogue? We have to know before we move you."
She squeezed her eyes shut to try and fight the lightning bolts of pain that scattered through her body. "Everything hurts. I haven't felt pain like this before." Tears started streaming out of her clenched eyes. Remy turned a pleading look to Logan. Unspoken words passed between the two men as they looked down on their wounded friend.
Remy carefully removed one of Rogue's gloves, against her grunted protests. "Don't worry, Chere. Everything will be all right, just close your eyes and let your powers do the work."
Carefully, Logan slowly extended his hand towards her exposed one. He took one quick look at Remy, hoping that the Cajun would break the contact before she drained him of not only his powers, but also his energy. Taking a deep breath, Logan laid his hand on hers expecting to feel the pain of the energy drain. It never came.
Rogue turned her head toward their hands. His touch was warm. And that's all she felt: his touch.
A/N: *Steps out from behind the curtain* Hi! Remember this story and me? *Silence* :( That's what I thought, oh well. Blame my muse, Karick and me. *Blows dust of disk*
Let's see if I can spark your interest again....
Dreams
Chapter 9
The place was a complete mess. Plants had worked their way in through the broken window and were nearly covering the entire south side of the room. Most of the light had been blocked from the lab, casting shadows in nearly every corner. Everything standing had been covered in a light coating of dust. Various things littered the entire floor along with burned scraps of paper. 'Apparently, Magnus doesn't have housekeeping.'
His dark eyes continued to scan the lab, searching the dimly lit room for...something. Remy walked deeper into the room, the sound of glass cracking under his footsteps. 'It looks like a scene out of that Frankenstein movie.' Among the many broken glass containers and papers strewn on the floor were medical equipment, cables and wires, and in the middle of the room, a table.
A book lying on a far table grabbed his attention. It didn't look like any special, nothing like Irene's diaries, but there was something about it that seemed different. Working his way through the mess, Remy made his way over to the table. Blowing the dust off the top of the book, he continued to stare at the lab notebook. Curiosity got the better of him. He gently picked up the yellow aged booklet and filled it open.
Scrawled across the front page were notes on some type of cerium, and remarks noting the failures. Flipping the aged pages, Remy came across more experiments; all of them failed. However, there was no mention of why Magnus was conducting these experiments; though they all seemed to be striving for the same purpose. He laid the book back on the table and continued his search of the lab.
The hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. Closing his eyes, he strained to hear the faint noise that put in on alert. Hearing the noise grow slightly louder, he slipped his hand inside his duster, his fingers closing around a playing card. Slowly, he pulled it out of the deep pocket and focused his energy toward it, causing it to glow. Whipping around, Remy's arm instinctively came up, poised to throw the card at the intruder. His eyes widened and his wrist went limp when he noticed her standing in the doorway.
"Chere?"
In the all the time that he had known her, Remy had never seen her look so dejected. Unconsciously, she was wringing her gloved hands. Her green eyes were dulled and hidden behind a sheen of tears. The pale complexions of her face against the emerald colored sweater made her seem more vulnerable than she ever had before.
Rogue made no further movement into the room. Somehow, as if on autopilot, she had made her way from the study to the East Wing of the building. Mentally, she had reached out, calling for Remy and found herself drawn toward the lab. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Biting her bottom lip, she turned her head away from Remy and let the tears course down her face.
Remy watched her shoulders shake as the silent sobs racked her body. He found himself nearly running to her side and once he was there, he pulled her into his arms. Rogue's hands clutched his duster, as she laid her forehead against his chest. When she finally found her voice, she pulled her face away from his chest and looked up into his face.
"It's over, Remy. There isn't a cure."
Nothing could have prepared him to hear those words fall off her lips. It felt as if someone had stuck a knife in his back and was twisting it with all their might. Her whispered words hit him so hard, he couldn't find the breath to speak.
She waited for a response from him, hoping that he'd have some witty or hopeful comment to give her. His response was silence, just like she suspected. Sighing, she slipped her arms around him, laying her head against his chest and listening to the calming beat of his heart.
Logan stood off in the shadows, watching them. He had searched the entire main floor of the compound and had come up with nothing. While making his way back to the staircase, he had caught a scent, Magnus' scent. It wasn't strong but it was still Magnus. The scent had brought him to the lab just in time to hear Rogue say there was no cure. Her words had thrown him off balance. 'No cure?'
Never one to display many emotions, Logan could feel them trapped inside his head. He was depressed, angry and confused, but none of those emotions played across his face. Shuffling his feet loudly, he let them know about his presence before he entered the room.
Rogue pulled back from Remy and turned around to face her friend. A sad smile crept across her face. "Sorry, to drag ya out here for nothin'." She nervously ran one hand through her hair. "It was a shot in the dark, but it was worth checkin' out." The sorrowful eyes that both Remy and Logan had on their faces were becoming too much to bear. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way toward Logan. "Let's go home."
Logan laid a comforting arm on her shoulders, and was immediately assaulted by Magnus's scent. He led her out into the hallway that lead towards the staircase. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that Remy wasn't behind him. He looked down at Rogue and said, "Your hiding something from me, aren't you, river rat?"
Rogue spun her head around and found Logan's knowing eyes staring back at her. "Yes, ah'm hidin' something from you, but don't except me to be tellin' you." She shrugged his arm off her shoulders and turned to face him. "I'll confirm your suspicions. Yes, I did talk to Magnus." Rogue raised her hand as she saw him open his mouth. "Before, ya go and yell at me, ah don't plan on lettin' ya know what was said. Let's just leave it at that."
Pushing off the floor, she took flight and headed out the main door.
'Where in the world did she get this stubborn streak from?' Hearing heavy footfalls coming from the corridor, Logan saw Remy appear out of the shadows. "What took you so long, Cajun?"
Remy flashed him a careless grin. "Just pickin' up a couple of t'ings. Where's Rogue?"
"Already outside." Logan answered, motioning toward the main door with his thumb.
"Let's go." Remy started to walk past Logan, when he felt something on his shoulder. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan's hand.
"Don't worry, Cajun. We'll find a way to save her."
"I hope you're right."
****************
"God damn powers!"
Rogue put all her weight into the punch. The boulder broke into three separate pieces. She slumped down to the ground, exhausted from venting out her frustration. Though she still had more to get out of her system, but her hands hurt. She hissed as she pulled off her gloves and examined her knuckles. Swollen and red, they looked as painful as they felt.
Pain. There was a new concept to experience. She had never really experienced pain before. Mostly things would knock her down or the wind out of her system. Things that would cause unbearable pain for others, would only feel like a stubbed toe or a small amount of pressure. Her powers were her blessing and her curse.
And now she was dying, and not an honorable death at that. Her powers were killing her and her only chances for a cure was a dead end. Pulling her legs up toward her body, she wrapped her arms around them and laid her head on her knees, thinking about the her encounter with Magnus...
Something in the room didn't feel right. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the shadow fall upon her. Lifting her head, she opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of her.
Holding a leather bound book in his hand, he looked toward her and asked, "Were you looking for this, my dear?"
"Magus."
"Rogue."
The silence hung in the air, like the book dangling from his fingers. Rogue narrowed her eyes, and continued to hold his stare. Anger flooded her entire body, not from the fact that he held the key to her hope in his hand, but from the apologetic way he was looking at her.
"Don't look at me like that. I don't need your pity." She tilted her head toward the book. "What I really need from ya is that diary. So if you'd please." Rogue held out her right hand. She was surprised when Magnus gently placed the book in her hand. He still stood on the opposite side of the desk from her.
Sending him a questioning look, she laid the book down on the desk in front of her. "Why'd ya give it up so easily?" When she got no response from him, she flung open the leather cover of the book and furiously began flipping through the pages.
Magnus sighed. "You won't find what you're looking for in there, Rogue."
"You have no idea what I'm looking for!" She shot back at him as she continued to skim the pages.
"There's no cure, Rogue."
Her hand stopped as she was turning the page. She refused to look up at him, refused to let him see the tears in her eyes. "There's no cure? What do you mean?" Her voice shook as she spoke.
"The diaries contain no information on how to cure what's happening to you. Nor are you mentioned in later volumes of her diaries."
"No, you're lying. You're lying. YOU'RE LYING!" Her head came up, tears falling down her face as banged her fists down on the desk, leaving indentions in the old wood. Ignoring his words, she continued to leaf through the diaries
"When Mystique brought you into the Brotherhood of Mutants, we had no idea things would turn out the way they did. It wasn't until Mystique ran into Irene Alder that we had any idea of what lay ahead for us. As we researched the diaries, we found out that your powers would turn against you." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Not all of Irene's visions are spelled out in her diaries, Rogue. She knew that some things would be better left alone."
Rogue covered her ears, trying to block his words. With every sentence he spoke, her hope diminished. "And saving my life is something she felt would have been better left alone!"
Of course, Magnus hadn't replied to her statement. He watched her throw a disgusted look at the diary before flinging it across the study. She marched over to the broken window and looked outside. "Rogue, for a while Mystique and I experimented to find away to stop your powers..."
She snickered. "But ya couldn't find anything, could ya?" Rogue turned around to face him, the broken glass from the window reflecting light behind her. She watched him shake his head. "I didn't think so, because if ya had we wouldn't be here jawing about the whole blasted mess."
'No cure! There's no cure! What am I suppose to do now? Just accept my fate? Can fate be alerted or is it already etched in stone?' Her mind was a jumbled mess of unanswered questions. She had to get out of there; she needed fresh air. She needed Remy. Rogue brushed by him as she headed to the door. The sound of him calling her name stopped her before she totally fled the room.
She looked over her shoulder to find Magnus hold Irene's diary toward her. "I don't care what you do with it. That books holds her dreams, none of which match my own." Turning, she left the room...
Lifting her head, Rogue let the sunlight dry the tears that hung on her cheeks. Opening her eyes, she looked about her looking for some sign of Remy and Logan. Flying out of there like a bat out of hell hadn't been the best idea, but she had needed time to collect her thoughts. There was still no sign of them.
Rogue pulled herself off the ground and decided to fly and retrace her steps to find them. The sound of rustling in the bushes caught her attention before she pushed off the ground. Placing her hands on her hips, she addressed the bush. "Remy LaBeau, if that's you hidin' in dat bush, ya better come out of there right now."
The bush parted, but it wasn't Remy on the other side.
"Raptors!"
****************
"How far could she have gotten?" Remy asked as he rubbed the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "I had nearly forgotten how much I hated dis place."
"Not found memories, are they?"
"If given da choice, ah wouldn't relive dem."
Logan grunted a response as they continued on the path that led back to the protective cliffs of the Savage Land. The closer they got toward the clearing, the tenser the air seemed to become. Throwing a hand up in the air, he called a halt. Turning toward Remy, he put one finger over his lips, signaling for quiet.
The forest around them remained eerily still. No sounds echoed from the underbrush. Only the intermittent breeze causing the leaves to stir seemed to be the only life in the forest. That's when he caught the smell of it. Blood. The putrid irony smell floated along the gentle breeze. Its overpowering stench nearly knocked him off his feet. Looking toward Remy, he noticed his wide concerned eyes; apparently he could smell the blood too. Taking a deep breath, Logan caught the light scent of something else.
"Raptors."
"Where?" Remy asked as he scanned the canopy of the trees surrounding them.
"They're close. Real close." Logan extended his claws and motioned for them to continue toward their destination.
When they entered the clearing, they found one of the huge beasts lying on its side. Its neck had been twisted at a grotesque angel. From the looks of it, the others had attacked the fallen member of their pack, instead of chasing their original prey. The ground was soaked with blood, and Remy pulled his bandana out of his pocket and placed it against his nose.
About a third of the way left to go through the clearing, Logan stopped again. "She's here. Rogue's around here somewhere."
Remy spun around, nearly completing a circle before he spotted her. She was lying on her side, just like the dead beast, not moving. "Logan, over here!" He took off in her direction. As he got closer to her, he could see the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Relief temporarily washed over him; she was alive, but for how long? He knelt down on the blood-covered ground beside her, afraid to move her, not knowing the extent of her injuries.
With his gloved hand, he pushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes spurn open, glazed over with shock.
"Have ah ever told ya how much ah hate those lizards?"
If it weren't for her condition, Remy would have found the statement almost comical. "I think it's been mentioned a time or two. What hurts, Rogue? We have to know before we move you."
She squeezed her eyes shut to try and fight the lightning bolts of pain that scattered through her body. "Everything hurts. I haven't felt pain like this before." Tears started streaming out of her clenched eyes. Remy turned a pleading look to Logan. Unspoken words passed between the two men as they looked down on their wounded friend.
Remy carefully removed one of Rogue's gloves, against her grunted protests. "Don't worry, Chere. Everything will be all right, just close your eyes and let your powers do the work."
Carefully, Logan slowly extended his hand towards her exposed one. He took one quick look at Remy, hoping that the Cajun would break the contact before she drained him of not only his powers, but also his energy. Taking a deep breath, Logan laid his hand on hers expecting to feel the pain of the energy drain. It never came.
Rogue turned her head toward their hands. His touch was warm. And that's all she felt: his touch.