Chapter Six
Logan:
I watched her touch Kitty's arm lightly, then immediately jump back. She looked at me, confused and worried. "What's this supposed to mean?"
I shrugged. "No clue, Kid." I rubbed my temple. "Why would you be able to touch me and not anyone else?" I looked up at her suddenly. "Maybe Liberty Island had something to do with it."
She cocked an eyebrow. "You think? I mean... would that have made you immune or something? I shouldn't have... should it?"
I shrugged again. "I guess we're just going to have to wait until Doc gets home. It's time for you girls to get to bed. I'm supposed to be baby-sitting. Last time I checked, a baby-sitter wasn't supposed to let the children stay up past their bed times." I walked over to the door and paused at the light switch. "Good night, ladies," I said, in my best pansy voice, which, I am proud to say, wasn't very convincing. I shut the door behind me and headed back to my room.
'Why am I even attempting to sleep?' I thought wearily. I couldn't get her out of my head. Well, not her exactly. Her touch. The way her hand felt inside mine... 'Gee, Logan, you're not turning into a pansy at all, are you?' I thought sarcastically. 'No, you're turning into a damn pedophile.' I grimaced. Talking and answering yourself is definitely not an indicator or good mental health. It was just that... whenever I'd start thinking about Rogue... like that... I would always just tell myself, 'It's no point, because besides the fact that you're like a brother to her, you couldn't touch her, anyway.' Now... I couldn't fall back on that. And it scared me. I needed something there to hold me back. Without it...
I shook my head and turned over. 'You're over-analyzing things, Logan. Maybe things won't be all that different.' I didn't know if that thought consoled me or just made me feel worse.
The next day was a Saturday, so I didn't feel the need to get up at any specific time. Charles' voice woke me up around 9'00, calling a 'faculty meeting.'
"Great," I mumbled groggily. "What could he possibly want to talk about?"
I was the last person to get to his office, and when I walked in, the first thing I noticed was a bright blue person near the doorway. My first thought was, "MYSTIQUE" and my claws unsheathed. The blue person looked terrified, and with the sound of a popping balloon, disappeared and reappeared in the opposite corner of the room. I looked around, confused. Jean smirked.
"He's a teleporter, Logan," she said, walking over to him. "He's our White House attacker. He has no idea what made him do it, though. We found him in an abandoned Catholic church, alone and confused."
"Now, he is one of us," the Professor continued. "We are all going to try our best to make him feel as at home as possible. Kurt, if there's any thing you need, please feel free to let any one of us know. We're your friends now."
He grinned pointed teeth shyly. "Thank you, Professor." He looked over at me and his smile faded. He gulped audibly.
I couldn't help but smirk. Smurf was afraid of me and I hadn't even been in the room over a minute. Kind of an ego booster.
As everyone was filing out of the room, I pulled Jean aside. "We need to talk, Doc." I turned to the Professor. "You, too, Chuck."
"Logan, how many times-" the Professor tried to say, but I cut him off.
"Rogue can touch me."
Jean's eyes went wide. "Rogue can what? You mean... without hurting you? Skin on skin? Human contact?"
I nodded. "We found out accidentally last night when she stepped on my foot. She touched my hand, after that, and nothing happened. She touched one of her roommates, but it hurt just like it always does."
"Can she continue to touch you over a prolonged period of time?" the Professor inquired, hands folded together.
I nodded again.
"Can she absorb some of your life force if she tries?" Jean wondered out loud.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, I don't think we were worrying about if she could hurt me if she wanted to."
"I think we need to get Rogue down to the Lab," Jean said, looking at the professor, then back at me. "We don't know what could be causing this. Something could be wrong."
"I'll get her and meet you down there," I volunteered, and left without waiting for a reply.
