A/N: Ok, here I go again, pppppplllleaaasee continue to review.I love getting them! Plus, I took this course at this camp I went to on character studies, so I am TRYING to make my characters better, and deeper and all that junk, so, read on! And continue to review please. Oh, and, just to remind you all, if you have gone this far without reading "WANTING HER" you prolly have some sense of what's going on.but if you get to this chapter and you still haven't read it, you will not understand, like, at all, so, read WANTING HER! And, review! Please! Please!

Rogue's heart skipped a beat. She felt cold all over, and her whole body felt numb.

Stop it! She chided herself mentally, he doesn't affect you, you don't have to be afraid.

But she was.

She turned quickly back to the bar, her eyes gazing intently at the beer stained wood top. She clasped her hands together in her lap, desperate for them to stop shaking.

Breathe.

She told herself, taking in a shuddering breath. Just breathe.

It wasn't just the fear of him, of what he had done to her. It was the fear of how she would react, of what would happen when she spoke to him.

She didn't hate him.

She had found love, and in that she had found a way to forgive.

"I forgive him, I forgive him .." She repeated under her breath, "Don't be afraid of what you might do, you forgave him ."

But it wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that she was expected to forgive him, to be the bigger person. He had hurt her . why shouldn't she be angry?!

Stop it! She told herself again, being angry at him, even if it was just, would not help anything. Anger did not help anything.

She slowly reached into her purse once more, pulling out the faded picture.

Love.

It represented love. She had love, she didn't need to be angry. She didn't need to be scared.

Rogue took one last deep breath before standing up from the bar stool. Clutching her purse firmly in her hands she strode over to where he sat.

Each step felt like a mile, but she just continued to walk, ignoring the stares from the other patrons.

"Hi," she said softly, tapping Bobby's left shoulder, "I believe you wanted to see me?"

Bobby whipped around quickly, his eyes finding hers.

"Rogue ." He said, his voice still the same after all those years, "Yea, umm, have a seat."

Rogue pulled out a bar stool next to him and sat down, her purse sitting primly in her lap and her legs crossed smartly.

"You look ." Bobby said, looking her up and down, "Really good."

"Thank you," Rogue said coldly, and then proceeded to look at him in the same way, "You don't," she said, her voice like ice.

And it was true, he didn't. He looked tired and thoroughly worn out, not to mention the state of his clothing.

Bobby didn't respond, just leaned over and look another sip of his drink.

"Why did you want to see me Bobby?" Rogue asked, his name feeling strange as it slid of her tongue. It had been a long time since she had said it; Logan preferred to call him, "that bastard" and "That son of a bitch."

"Closure," Bobby said firmly, looking up at her.

What! Rogue screamed mentally, that's why I am here.he doesn't deserve any closure! But Bobby was still talking.

"I want a clean start, to forget the past," he said frankly, "I want to be a new person."

"Why now?" Rogue said, fury clinging to the edge of her voice, "It's been five years Bobby, why now?"

"I was in jail Rogue, for five years," Bobby said, his tone lowering, "I robbed a convenience store right after I ... I left the school."

Rogue felt a dreadful sense of satisfaction wash over her as Bobby spoke those words.

"Really?" She asked, a little smugness creeping into her tone, "You deserved every minute of it."

"You have a right to be angry at me Rogue," Bobby said, looking her straight in the eyes, "What I did to you was horrible, I'm, I'm really sorry."

"Yea well, I am angry at you!" Rogue snapped back at him, "You can't tell me that you are honestly sorry, when you did something like that!"

"I made a mistake-" Bobby began, but Rogue cut him off, her voice fierce and low.

"No Bobby, a mistake does not even come close to defining what you did to me! You can't do something like that to another person and expect them to forgive you!"

What am I saying!? Rogue asked herself mentally as she spoke, I thought I had already forgiven him .

"Will you let me explain my actions?" Bobby said earnestly, turning to face her on the stool, "Can I at least have a chance?"

"Do you think you deserve one!?" Rouge said her voice rising ever so slightly.

"No," Bobby said heavily, "I don't deserve it. But Rogue, do you really want to have this hanging over your head for the rest of your life? That you didn't let me tell you . tell you why I did what I did?"

"Damn you," Rogue said, looking down at her hands, "Fine, tell me then, what made you do that to me!"

"You are intoxicating Rogue," Bobby said, starting steadily into his explanation, "I just, couldn't take my eyes off of you. I know it sounds crazy, and I know you didn't want it to happen, but we couldn't do anything! I know you felt the tension, but I don't think you felt it like I did."

"That's not a reason!" Rogue interjected angrily, causing some of the patrons to stare.

"Will you let me finish?" Bobby said exasperatedly, keeping his voice low.

Rogue bit her lip and nodded. This was too surreal.

There was no way this could be happening. She was having a semi- polite conversation with the man who had raped her. This was not how things were done, he should be punished and she should never have to see him again.

But this is Bobby, a voice straight from her heart said to her, not just a random guy, this is Bobby.

And deep within her, she knew she had to know why, to clear things up. This could not follow her for the rest of her life.

"It was Logan," Bobby said, continuing his explanation, "Once Logan came back, I was so jealous I couldn't breathe."

"Logan saved our lives!" Rogue said, astounded, "Don't you remember that night at the school? He kicked ass in there to save us!"

"It doesn't matter Rogue," Bobby said softly, taking a long sip of his drink, "I could see it, I could see it in the way he looked at you, in the way you looked at him. And I know it sounds terrible to say it, but that's why I did it. I regret this now, but I was a stupid kid, blinded by you."

"Then you deserved everything you go," Rogue spat at him, making a move to get up from the bar, "I'm glad Logan ripped you to pieces."

"Wait Rogue," Bobby said, grabbing on to her arm, "Sit back down, please."

"Bobby, don't touch me," Rogue said frostily, shrugging his hand off her arm, "Why should I stay?"

"Do you really think I deserved this?" Bobby said desperately, holding out his right arm, "Do you really think that that bastard Logan had a right to attack me like that?!"

"Bobby, that bastard Logan is my husband," Rogue snapped icily, holding out her left hand, "And now, I'm leaving."

Rogue grabbed her purse and purposely strode towards the door, her fawn skirt swishing angrily by her thighs.

"Rogue!" Bobby called after her, "Rogue wait!"

The patrons of the bar were starting to stare as Rogue continued to walk towards the exit.

"Please Rogue!" Bobby yelled, standing up at the bar, "What about my kid?!"

Rogue stopped short as she heard those words.

Logan had told him.

Why did he deserve to know her?

Why did he even deserve to know her name!?

Rogue's anger began to course through her again, but she still turned around.

"Fine," She said through gritted teeth, walking back towards the bar and taking her seat, ignoring the mummers of discord rippling throughout the bar.

She mechanically took the picture from her purse, caressing her thumb over it once before handing it to Bobby.

"Her name is Love," she said quietly, a slight smile touching her face as her mind turned to her daughter.

"She's beautiful," Bobby said, a bit of longing in his tone, "You look so happy."

"Well, we are," Rogue said sharply, snatching the picture back from him, "She's mine Bobby, Logan is her father now."

"I wasn't going to ask," Bobby said softly, tilting his head downward, "I just wanted to know who she was."

"Bobby," Rogue said, looking intently at him, "You do know that I forgive you. I mean..You can have your clean start and make a life for yourself. Just don't come running back to me alright? I don't really want to see you again."

"Well," Bobby said, standing up to wish Rogue goodbye, "That's my closure. Do you feel like you have yours?"

Rogue's pulse quickened at the sound of the familiar word. Yes, she had forgiven him, but that didn't mean she couldn't still be angry.

"No," Rogue said simply, and then punched Bobby squarely in the jaw.

He recoiled backwards, holding onto his jaw with his two hands.

"Now I do," Rogue said easily, the beginnings of a smile edging onto her face, "Goodbye Bobby," She said, and then walked out.

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