With her memory more or less restored, Emma started training again. But she
chose to train with the teenage mutants, rather than during the day with
Logan. She was never alone with him; she wouldn't permit herself to be.
No one was game to interfere in the situation. Logan became increasingly moody, running training simulations more frequently and more intensely. Emma became far more serious and withdrawn.
Kurt made the mistake of putting a snake in Emma's bed. She blasted it until it was charcoal and then grounded him for two weeks. In that moment Charles realised the full extent of her emotional damage. He muted Kurt's sentence to one week, and resolved to talk to his niece.
"Why should anything be wrong?" Emma didn't look up from her book.
"For someone who is so insistent that I keep out of her mind, you certainly make me do a lot of it. Put down the book and talk to me."
With a sigh she placed her bookmark in the novel and laid it on the table beside the large armchair she was sitting in. Not surprisingly, the library was one of the less frequented rooms in the mansion. Emma was often the only one there.
"Talk to you about what, Charles?"
"Start with Logan." He leaned back in his wheelchair, fingertips pressed together.
"I don't want to talk about him. What happened is between us."
He arched an eyebrow, and Emma sighed again, resigning herself to tell the story to her Uncle. //At least he asked instead of just going into my mind and finding out. We're making progress.//
When she'd finished, she sat back in her chair and waited.
"Don't you think you're being a little harsh?"
"Harsh? He doesn't trust me, Charles. And what's more, he *lied* to me about it."
"You can hardly call that lying-"
"It's close enough." She stood up. "No lectures Uncle. I know what I am doing. If he doesn't trust me, there is no point in the relationship. And honesty is even more important than trust. Now please, stay out of my life."
Emma didn't wait for a response, leaving the library at almost a run. Xavier sighed. While Emma did believe what she had said, he suspected that trust and honesty weren't the only issues she was having.
**********
"Rogue!" Emma hurried down the hall to catch up to the girl. She'd forgotten all about Remy's request until she came across the card in one of her pockets as she was doing her laundry. The gothic teen halted in her tracks and turned.
Emma stopped and realised she didn't really know what to say. She held out the card, the queen of hearts. "This is for you, it's - "
She took it, her normally condescending attitude changed into almost wonder. "Gambit..." She breathed.
"Yeah. He told me to give it to you, not that I know what it means, but I guess you do."
Rogue looked stunned, staring at the card in her hand. "Uh, thanks..." She continued on her way, staring at the card. When she reached the door to her room, She stopped, looking up, surprised.
Emma smiled softly as the girl entered her room. There was something between her and Remy, and she felt good for them. It alleviated some of the pain she was feeling over her own situation.
Momentarily.
Emma sighed and turned around, coming face to face with Logan. She jumped a little, surprised, before realising that she was alone. With Logan. Alone.
No one was game to interfere in the situation. Logan became increasingly moody, running training simulations more frequently and more intensely. Emma became far more serious and withdrawn.
Kurt made the mistake of putting a snake in Emma's bed. She blasted it until it was charcoal and then grounded him for two weeks. In that moment Charles realised the full extent of her emotional damage. He muted Kurt's sentence to one week, and resolved to talk to his niece.
"Why should anything be wrong?" Emma didn't look up from her book.
"For someone who is so insistent that I keep out of her mind, you certainly make me do a lot of it. Put down the book and talk to me."
With a sigh she placed her bookmark in the novel and laid it on the table beside the large armchair she was sitting in. Not surprisingly, the library was one of the less frequented rooms in the mansion. Emma was often the only one there.
"Talk to you about what, Charles?"
"Start with Logan." He leaned back in his wheelchair, fingertips pressed together.
"I don't want to talk about him. What happened is between us."
He arched an eyebrow, and Emma sighed again, resigning herself to tell the story to her Uncle. //At least he asked instead of just going into my mind and finding out. We're making progress.//
When she'd finished, she sat back in her chair and waited.
"Don't you think you're being a little harsh?"
"Harsh? He doesn't trust me, Charles. And what's more, he *lied* to me about it."
"You can hardly call that lying-"
"It's close enough." She stood up. "No lectures Uncle. I know what I am doing. If he doesn't trust me, there is no point in the relationship. And honesty is even more important than trust. Now please, stay out of my life."
Emma didn't wait for a response, leaving the library at almost a run. Xavier sighed. While Emma did believe what she had said, he suspected that trust and honesty weren't the only issues she was having.
**********
"Rogue!" Emma hurried down the hall to catch up to the girl. She'd forgotten all about Remy's request until she came across the card in one of her pockets as she was doing her laundry. The gothic teen halted in her tracks and turned.
Emma stopped and realised she didn't really know what to say. She held out the card, the queen of hearts. "This is for you, it's - "
She took it, her normally condescending attitude changed into almost wonder. "Gambit..." She breathed.
"Yeah. He told me to give it to you, not that I know what it means, but I guess you do."
Rogue looked stunned, staring at the card in her hand. "Uh, thanks..." She continued on her way, staring at the card. When she reached the door to her room, She stopped, looking up, surprised.
Emma smiled softly as the girl entered her room. There was something between her and Remy, and she felt good for them. It alleviated some of the pain she was feeling over her own situation.
Momentarily.
Emma sighed and turned around, coming face to face with Logan. She jumped a little, surprised, before realising that she was alone. With Logan. Alone.
