Title: Always There
Summary: Rogue- in an abusive and dangerous relationship. Logan- trying everything to protect her. John- the boyfriend who wont let go.
Authors Note- Takes place after X2 because Kurt is there, but Jean didn't " die". Also, I don't know the name of the kid who can change the TV channel by blinking, but I'm calling him Ryan in the story.
Disclaimer- I do not own X-Men, the movies, the comics, the characters, or anything to do with it. All belong to Marvel Comics, Stan Lee, and whoever produced the movies. Whoever it is, its not me.
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Chapter One (first one is always short)
Babysitter. Where did that fit his description? The guy could heal cuts in a hearbeat and slice down a human in the blink of an eye. But no, this week he was a babysitter. Scott, Jean, and Ororo were called on a mission that ' didnt have to incolce him' or some nonsense Scott muttered before leaving. The professor and Kurt went to a top secret mutant organization meeting. In other words, no one was going to be back to the mansion until at least the weekend. that left Logan, and more than two dozen minors. Honestly, he had nothig against any of them what so ever, he just wished there was a list of who could do what.
It was late Sunday night, his first night alone with them. So far there werent any signs of a midnight invasion. Everyone was in bed except for Logan and Ryan. They became television buddies, bum grooves permantly embedded in the couch cushion. And best of all, no worries about loosing the remote.
" Monster movies are so overrated these days" Ryan commented, blinking his eyes once again.
" Tell me about it" Logan muttered, then gazed upwards at the cieling, " did you hear that?".
" Hear what?".
There it was again, " it was like a thud".
The second time Ryan listened, there were three pounding thuds as though something was dropped, then a scream, both were muffled by the floorboards. " Who's room is that?".
" I think it's- Rogue's" Logan barely whispered.
The nosies stopped as fast as that had begun, Ryan went back to the television but Logan stayed eye locked on the floor above him. Allison, a younger student who was no older than six who could camoflauge her skin into her background (which Logan had a disadvantage with the other day), appeared in the doorway, dressed in her nightgown. " Rogue is sick".
The two boys looked over at the couch where she was, " what do you mean she's sick?".
" I'm not sure, she's lying on her floor" the girls voice slurred, " and she's making a weird noise".
" Stay here" Logan jumped over the couch's back and rushed upstairs. She slowly approched Rogue's room very slowly. When the floorboards stopped creaking, it did sound like a mixture of groaning and crying. " Kid?" he still used the nickname that would never die.
" Lo-gan" she muttered in two moans.
He switched on the dim lamp on her bedside table from the switch at the door. Rogue laid on the ground in front of her bed, a blanket drapped over her waist and parts of her nightgown. " Rogue, what are you doing?". As he approched her, he saw a small rover of blood trailing down her arm. " Jesus-". Using the blanket as a shield, Logan moved her arm. Revealed to him was a pool of blood from her neck down to her stomach, and a sea of black and blue forming on her pale skin. " Rogue" he gasped.
Her eyes were half open, " I fell" she breathed.
Logan pulled her upper body onto his lap, brushing away the blonde strands of her hair, allowing him to see her discolored eye, " from where? The roof?".
She began coughing, he pushed her upwards for easier breathing. " I really don't feel well".
" Rogue, what happened?".
Rogue moaned again, deeper in pain. She saw the blood that was oozing down her hands, " please help me" she pleaded.
" Okay, come on" he swiftly scooped her off the floor, standing and bringing her in his arms. As fast as he could without hurting her anymore, Logan ran out of her room. John, who had been standing in the hallway nearby, was nothing more than a blur.
" What's going on?!".
" Go back to bed".
Logan didn't stop until he reached Jean's lab, eyes adjusting to the bright lighting. Carefully, he placed her atop the examination table where she groaned again. It was the first time he really saw the beating she had taken. He quickly retrieved a damp washcloth from the sink, not knowing where to place it first. At first, he gently dabbed a small bit of the edge against her eye, causing her to flinch.
" Rogue, please, talk to me, tell me what happened".
Exhausted and painful, she used the last amount of energy she could find just to grab his hand. " Can you stay with me? I don't want to be alone".
He looked into her glistening, dark eyes, hesitating an answer. " Of course I'll stay" he adjusted the blanket over her, giving her hand a little squeeze, " I'm not going anywhere".
Summary: Rogue- in an abusive and dangerous relationship. Logan- trying everything to protect her. John- the boyfriend who wont let go.
Authors Note- Takes place after X2 because Kurt is there, but Jean didn't " die". Also, I don't know the name of the kid who can change the TV channel by blinking, but I'm calling him Ryan in the story.
Disclaimer- I do not own X-Men, the movies, the comics, the characters, or anything to do with it. All belong to Marvel Comics, Stan Lee, and whoever produced the movies. Whoever it is, its not me.
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Chapter One (first one is always short)
Babysitter. Where did that fit his description? The guy could heal cuts in a hearbeat and slice down a human in the blink of an eye. But no, this week he was a babysitter. Scott, Jean, and Ororo were called on a mission that ' didnt have to incolce him' or some nonsense Scott muttered before leaving. The professor and Kurt went to a top secret mutant organization meeting. In other words, no one was going to be back to the mansion until at least the weekend. that left Logan, and more than two dozen minors. Honestly, he had nothig against any of them what so ever, he just wished there was a list of who could do what.
It was late Sunday night, his first night alone with them. So far there werent any signs of a midnight invasion. Everyone was in bed except for Logan and Ryan. They became television buddies, bum grooves permantly embedded in the couch cushion. And best of all, no worries about loosing the remote.
" Monster movies are so overrated these days" Ryan commented, blinking his eyes once again.
" Tell me about it" Logan muttered, then gazed upwards at the cieling, " did you hear that?".
" Hear what?".
There it was again, " it was like a thud".
The second time Ryan listened, there were three pounding thuds as though something was dropped, then a scream, both were muffled by the floorboards. " Who's room is that?".
" I think it's- Rogue's" Logan barely whispered.
The nosies stopped as fast as that had begun, Ryan went back to the television but Logan stayed eye locked on the floor above him. Allison, a younger student who was no older than six who could camoflauge her skin into her background (which Logan had a disadvantage with the other day), appeared in the doorway, dressed in her nightgown. " Rogue is sick".
The two boys looked over at the couch where she was, " what do you mean she's sick?".
" I'm not sure, she's lying on her floor" the girls voice slurred, " and she's making a weird noise".
" Stay here" Logan jumped over the couch's back and rushed upstairs. She slowly approched Rogue's room very slowly. When the floorboards stopped creaking, it did sound like a mixture of groaning and crying. " Kid?" he still used the nickname that would never die.
" Lo-gan" she muttered in two moans.
He switched on the dim lamp on her bedside table from the switch at the door. Rogue laid on the ground in front of her bed, a blanket drapped over her waist and parts of her nightgown. " Rogue, what are you doing?". As he approched her, he saw a small rover of blood trailing down her arm. " Jesus-". Using the blanket as a shield, Logan moved her arm. Revealed to him was a pool of blood from her neck down to her stomach, and a sea of black and blue forming on her pale skin. " Rogue" he gasped.
Her eyes were half open, " I fell" she breathed.
Logan pulled her upper body onto his lap, brushing away the blonde strands of her hair, allowing him to see her discolored eye, " from where? The roof?".
She began coughing, he pushed her upwards for easier breathing. " I really don't feel well".
" Rogue, what happened?".
Rogue moaned again, deeper in pain. She saw the blood that was oozing down her hands, " please help me" she pleaded.
" Okay, come on" he swiftly scooped her off the floor, standing and bringing her in his arms. As fast as he could without hurting her anymore, Logan ran out of her room. John, who had been standing in the hallway nearby, was nothing more than a blur.
" What's going on?!".
" Go back to bed".
Logan didn't stop until he reached Jean's lab, eyes adjusting to the bright lighting. Carefully, he placed her atop the examination table where she groaned again. It was the first time he really saw the beating she had taken. He quickly retrieved a damp washcloth from the sink, not knowing where to place it first. At first, he gently dabbed a small bit of the edge against her eye, causing her to flinch.
" Rogue, please, talk to me, tell me what happened".
Exhausted and painful, she used the last amount of energy she could find just to grab his hand. " Can you stay with me? I don't want to be alone".
He looked into her glistening, dark eyes, hesitating an answer. " Of course I'll stay" he adjusted the blanket over her, giving her hand a little squeeze, " I'm not going anywhere".
