DISCLAIMER Don't own anyone…too bad for me too…and it's not even out on DVD yet, so I don't even own the movie *sniff*
Logan looked at what had formerly been his pillow. A fit of sorrow-fueled rage had driven him to shred it completely. He sighed. "Screw it." Tossing the pillow's remains aside, he very ungracefully fell onto the bed, eyes squeezed shut.
The memories of Jean would not stop assaulting him. As much as he tried, he couldn't make them go away. Every night he dreamt of her. Of the last time he saw her.
Lying on his bed brooding was doing nothing for his very short temper. It took all of his self-control to keep his adamantium claws sheathed as he left the room.
He found Rogue and Bobby as well as a few students lounging in the kitchen and adjoining living room. "Hey Logan," Rogue greeted him.
"Hey."
Rogue watched Logan as he got a soda out of the cupboard and tossed it silently to Bobby. Bobby popped off the cap and blew an icy gust into the bottle. He handed it back to Logan, who didn't say a word. Rogue felt pity for the stoic man. He was obviously in pain. She wished there was something she could do for him, but what did she have to offer?
Piotr Rasputin and Theresa Cassidy were in the living room, filling in new students on the events of the midnight raid. Piotr, being one of the oldest students and having the gift of transforming his skin to metal, had been instrumental in saving several other students from capture. Theresa had held the intruders off for quite a while with her banshee-like scream. But she had been stunned that night and often needed someone to walk with her at night.
Bobby saw the sad look on Rogue's face as she gazed at Logan. It got under his skin to see his girlfriend looking at another man like that. He understood that the two had a special bond dating back to before they'd arrived. It still bothered him.
In the living room, Theresa yawned. Piotr took the hint and ended his story quickly. "Come on, Theresa," he said to the young girl. "I'm getting tired. Time to go upstairs?" He felt for the little girl and didn't want to embarrass her by offering to walk her back to her room.
Theresa nodded and looked adoringly at Piotr as they left the room. One by one, all the students let the room and only Logan, Bobby, and Rogue were left. They sat in silence.
"Well," Bobby said dully. "I'm going to bed." He stood up and gave Rogue a quick kiss. Even the seconds-long contact he could feel deep inside. It was like a vacuum had been shoved down his throat and was tugging at each one of his organs. But his feelings for Rogue were so strong that he wanted physical contact no matter what the cost.
The feeling inside didn't fade until after he'd reached his room.
Rogue and Logan were silent. "You don't hafta stay here for my sake, kid," he finally grunted.
She just looked at him. "I'm not tired."
Logan just shrugged. "How's Bobby?" he asked, not really caring but feeling the need for small talk.
"He's okay," Rogue answered non-committally. She didn't want to talk about Bobby. But when she went to comment further, she noticed the strain in Logan's face. "Logan, what's wrong?"
"I dunno. Something's here."
Rogue looked around the room, but saw nothing. "I don't see – "
"Shh!" Logan cut her off. He motioned to the left-hand door. Rogue crouched near an easy chair, watching the doorway nervously. Slowly, a soft orange glow filled the hallway. Before Rogue could do anything, it flared into a blinding white light and the heat burned her skin. She screamed and flung herself behind the chair.
'Pyro!' she thought desperately. 'He's come back to kill us all!'
"John!" she sobbed before she could stop herself. "Why are you doing this?"
But John did not answer. All Rogue heard was Logan cry, "No…no! Come back!" Then all was silent and dark.
Rogue didn't move. Memories of the raid had mixed with her fear and she felt paralyzed. Suddenly she heard her name.
"Rogue!" Bobby called as he burst into the room. She stood up and ran into his arms.
Kurt materialized in the room and Scott and Storm ran in moments later. Professor Xavier, having adapted very well to his confinement to the wheelchair for several years, was not far behind.
"What happened?" Scott asked.
"Oh God, Logan!" Storm cried when she saw the man sprawled face down on the floor. She bent down and rolled him over gently. He moaned incoherently.
"He is un-harmed," Professor Xavier assured everyone. "Rogue, what happened?"
"I don't know…Logan and I were talking and then he sensed something coming. I saw a light in the hallway and hid behind a chair so I didn't see what it was. But the light looked and felt like fire." Rogue sniffed. "It must have been John," she said, her voice wavering.
Professor Xavier's face was unreadable. "I don't think you have anything further to fear tonight," he said gently after a minute. "Ororo, will you take Rogue upstairs?"
"Of course, Professor." Storm took Rogue from Bobby and led her from the room.
"Scott, Bobby, will you please bring Logan to his room?"
"Not the infirmary?" Scott asked.
Xavier shook his head. "He will be fine."
Scott conceded and he and Bobby half-carried, half-dragged Logan from the room. Kurt looked at Professor Xavier for a moment, decided against asking questions, and teleported from the room.
Alone, Professor Xavier smiled. "About time," he said before rolling back to bed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE I know the scene in the kitchen is very close to the scene with Logan and Bobby in X2…I think it's supposed to be. Or maybe it isn't, lol. But I am aware that it's very close.
Piotr Rasputin is the real name of Colossus and Theresa Cassidy is the real name of Siryn. Based on the powers shown in the movie, I'm sure of Colossus and pretty sure that it was Siryn who screamed.
