Logan fixed himself a nice strong cup of coffee. He had slept for only six
hours. He remembered having a horrible nightmare, but he couldn't remember
what it was about.
"Well aren't we just a big ray sunshine." Storm commented as she poured herself a cup from the coffee pot.
She took a sip and instantly spat it out in the nearby sink.
"Ugh! How can you drink that?!"
He didn't answer. She watched as he walked away with out even recognizing her presence.
"I'm worried about him." Storm said to Jean as she walked up to her, "He's taking this hard. Harder than before, and we though THAT was tough. Do you think--"
"He likes her? I don't know. Then again, he's never looked at me the way he looks at her."
*~*~*
Rogue was cold. She was tired, hungry, and freezing. She slept horribly as anyone would have on a metal cot.
She was so mad at herself. How could she have been tricked again? Mystique was a good actress, but still, Rogue should have expected something like this would have happened.
She wondered what Logan was doing at this very moment. She thought very hard on this. Suddenly she tasted the bitterness of a very strong coffee. She gagged and coughed as she tried to figure out what had just happened. She had just felt Logan; his presence. She had smelled him, heard him, felt him. Had she been in his mind?
She concentrated harder on the large part of him in her.
Logan was walking down a dimly lit hallway with a cup of coffee in his hand. It took her a while to realize that she was seeing through his eyes. He was headed towards the library. The vision made her smile.
Logan stopped suddenly. He turned and looked around him, sniffing the air like her was sensing an enemy. Rogue's hands hurt as he unsheathed his claws. He couldn't possibly feel her, could he? Could she feel him?
"Logan." She whispered.
He heard.
"Logan, it is me, Rogue."
He relaxed a bit turning about trying to find her. He kept his claws out.
"I'm in your mind. At least I think I am." She continued, "I don't know where I am. Ohio I heard. In a big metal building or something. In a forest, or somewhere with trees. You have to help me, I think they're going to come after y--"
A sharp needle slid into her arm stopping her in mid-sentence. She lost touch with Logan. She lost touch with everything. Blackness claimed her.
Mystique stood over the unconscious girl.
"We'll have no more of that."
*~*~*
"Rogue!" He found himself screaming banging on his head with his fists. His claws were back in his arms.
He had no clue what had just happened. He had heard her, felt her in him. Rogue was alive-for now. Something had happened to her. He had felt her jerk out of their connection.
They needed to rescue her.
Fast.
He turned around and raced to Xavier's office.
*~*~*
When Rogue woke up she wasn't in her cell. She was in a laboratory of a kind. She was cuffed to a chair. She couldn't have been out long. The cut where the needle had entered her arm hadn't yet clotted.
"Aren't you a bit chilly?" Magneto's voice came from behind her.
He walked in front of her and looked her over. She had a black tee and a pair of blue jeans on. The gloves she had been wearing were gone. The cold metal of the chair stung her bare upper arms.
"I heard you tried to commune with our friend the Wolverine. Foolish girl." Magneto said slapping her across the face with a gloved hand, "Foolish children and their meaningless engagements."
He took out Bobby's ring from his pocket and threw it to the ground.
"And this," He said ripping Logan's dog tag from her neck, "isn't yours."
Rogue felt little drips of blood trickle down the back of her neck.
"Not even a whimper? No?"
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards.
She moaned in pain.
"Such soft, silky hair."
She heard him sniff it. Tears welled in her eyes.
"I see our friend has left his mark. Red suits you. So much anger."
She had forgotten about the red glint in her hair. Was it Logan's?
Magneto released her as Mystique entered the room. Something was in her hands. As she got closer Rogue could tell that they were a pair of metal gloves. Mystique started to attach them to Rogue's hands.
"An experiment." Magneto explained, "You won't be able to take them off."
With a loud clank they were on. They covered her entire hands, except the fingertips. They hand many hinges on them for easy movement. They were like a second skin. Rogue didn't even want to know how they knew her exact hand size.
"Bring him in." Magneto ordered.
The sliding doors opened and Mystique ushered a young boy, about fourteen, in. He had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was as tall as Mystique and his clothes were a poor fit. They were ratty and dirty. He looked like he had seen hell. There was no doubt in Rogue's mind that he hadn't. His shoes were rather odd. They looked like they were made of lead.
Mystique unlocked Rogue's chains, but Rogue didn't move. She had a very bad feeling about this.
A pull tugged at her hands and she was forced to her feet. She slowly walked towards the boy.
"Don't worry. We killed his family. Death will be a relief to him." Magneto sneered.
"No. No!!!" Rogue screamed realizing what was going on. She struggled with all of her might, but she couldn't stop herself.
No one could.
*~*~*
"We have to get her out of there." Logan said.
"And where exactly is she?" Scott asked, "The Professor already tried Cerebro and it didn't work."
"She's in Ohio somewhere. A metal building surrounded by trees." He looked around at all of the doubtful faces, "She is! I'll find her!!"
He stormed out. Jean nodded to the Professor and ran after him. Scott, Storm, Xavier, and Bobby stayed behind.
"Logan! Logan, wait!" Jean yelled as she caught up to him.
"Why? Why should I? You all obviously don't believe me." Logan rounded on her.
"I do."
Logan paused.
"You do?"
"Yes. We've looked into Rogue's condition--"
"You mean you studied her."
"Well, yes, for about a year after you left. What she absorbs from others is almost like a piece of their souls; small pieces mind you. I think she gets more. Do you play poker?"
The question caught him off guard.
"Yes, I'm very good at it. Why?"
"Well, Rogue didn't know how and she's never lost a game."
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"She's also very good at chess and a great mechanic. She helps Scott every day in the garage."
"Are you saying she absorbs talents?"
"Among other things, yes."
"But she asked me how to fight the other day. If what you say is true, she should have already known how."
"She doesn't know she possesses these skills until the occasions arise. Tell me, was she a quick learner?"
"Yeah. She was perfect."
"There you go."
"Well what are the other things?"
"Knowledge. She learns of the person's history and way of thinking."
"What would happen if she completely absorbed a person?"
"We don't know. That's why we need to find her quick. We have no clue how much Magneto knows about her and what she is capable of."
"And that is?"
"Theoretically she could possess as many mutants' powers necessary permanently. That would make her the ultimate tool for mutant warfare."
Logan stood there thinking things over.
"We don't have much time." He said, "Nor does she."
A/N: This is what happens when you try to type a chapter while listening to The Beach Boys. You get demented thoughts. Actually I had this all written out as I usually do with all of my chapters, with the exceptions of my compulsive/impulsive typing. My writing changes from draft to drafts, being there only two, and The Beach Boys have changed it dramatically. I like how it worked out though.
Funny story about the beach boys: I play the cello in orchestra and we are playing an orchestral version of "I Get Around", "In My Room", "Good Vibrations", and Barbara Ann." It is the funniest thing I have ever heard. Well not exactly. I read in a magazine that Hugh Jackman's sister Sonya looks a lot like him and the whole cast and crew played a big joke on Brian by dressing Sonya up as Logan and they actually did a take with her acting it. Brian had no clue until the end. It is stories like those that make me smile.
Any who, X2 was FREAKING SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Took personal joy when seeing Mystique change into Rogue while she was on top of Logan. Go L/M!!!! And the line "We like what you've done with your hair." CLASSIC!!! Oh crap. I have probably said too much. If you haven't seen the movie and are pissed at me for telling some lines, than SEE THE MOVIE ALREADY!!!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE SEEN IT BY NOW???? Last thing though, I personally thought that Bobby's cat was the best. That was the best feline acting I have seen since Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Or was that just a puppet? If you are reading this then I feel very sorry for you.
Stop reading.
STOP IT!!!
Fine keep reading. Who am I to stop you? I'm just the AUTHOR!!
Ok, very sorry. I am super hyper and I apologize for anything I have said that might have said that pisses you off. I personally blame The Beach Boys.
In respond to reviews: I know Rogue doesn't seem the one to cuss, but Mystique keeps playing her, man!! Just think how you'd feel.
Here's a little look about my personal experiences for this chapter. There is only one thing worse than very strong coffee: tea that has had the tea bag sit in it all night and then your older brother warms it up and gives it to you calling it fresh. I know how Storm felt.
Speaking of Storm, I suddenly realized that I hadn't mentioned her at all. I wrote her in and she'll get more lines in the future. Oops!
I just realized that I made Jean the ultimate plot giver. Oh well. She did well. Some to think of it she, Magneto, and Xavier are the plot givers in X- Men. Nice to have those characters around.
This is the longest chapter I think I have ever written. Cool.
Yeah, I'll stop typing now.
"Well aren't we just a big ray sunshine." Storm commented as she poured herself a cup from the coffee pot.
She took a sip and instantly spat it out in the nearby sink.
"Ugh! How can you drink that?!"
He didn't answer. She watched as he walked away with out even recognizing her presence.
"I'm worried about him." Storm said to Jean as she walked up to her, "He's taking this hard. Harder than before, and we though THAT was tough. Do you think--"
"He likes her? I don't know. Then again, he's never looked at me the way he looks at her."
*~*~*
Rogue was cold. She was tired, hungry, and freezing. She slept horribly as anyone would have on a metal cot.
She was so mad at herself. How could she have been tricked again? Mystique was a good actress, but still, Rogue should have expected something like this would have happened.
She wondered what Logan was doing at this very moment. She thought very hard on this. Suddenly she tasted the bitterness of a very strong coffee. She gagged and coughed as she tried to figure out what had just happened. She had just felt Logan; his presence. She had smelled him, heard him, felt him. Had she been in his mind?
She concentrated harder on the large part of him in her.
Logan was walking down a dimly lit hallway with a cup of coffee in his hand. It took her a while to realize that she was seeing through his eyes. He was headed towards the library. The vision made her smile.
Logan stopped suddenly. He turned and looked around him, sniffing the air like her was sensing an enemy. Rogue's hands hurt as he unsheathed his claws. He couldn't possibly feel her, could he? Could she feel him?
"Logan." She whispered.
He heard.
"Logan, it is me, Rogue."
He relaxed a bit turning about trying to find her. He kept his claws out.
"I'm in your mind. At least I think I am." She continued, "I don't know where I am. Ohio I heard. In a big metal building or something. In a forest, or somewhere with trees. You have to help me, I think they're going to come after y--"
A sharp needle slid into her arm stopping her in mid-sentence. She lost touch with Logan. She lost touch with everything. Blackness claimed her.
Mystique stood over the unconscious girl.
"We'll have no more of that."
*~*~*
"Rogue!" He found himself screaming banging on his head with his fists. His claws were back in his arms.
He had no clue what had just happened. He had heard her, felt her in him. Rogue was alive-for now. Something had happened to her. He had felt her jerk out of their connection.
They needed to rescue her.
Fast.
He turned around and raced to Xavier's office.
*~*~*
When Rogue woke up she wasn't in her cell. She was in a laboratory of a kind. She was cuffed to a chair. She couldn't have been out long. The cut where the needle had entered her arm hadn't yet clotted.
"Aren't you a bit chilly?" Magneto's voice came from behind her.
He walked in front of her and looked her over. She had a black tee and a pair of blue jeans on. The gloves she had been wearing were gone. The cold metal of the chair stung her bare upper arms.
"I heard you tried to commune with our friend the Wolverine. Foolish girl." Magneto said slapping her across the face with a gloved hand, "Foolish children and their meaningless engagements."
He took out Bobby's ring from his pocket and threw it to the ground.
"And this," He said ripping Logan's dog tag from her neck, "isn't yours."
Rogue felt little drips of blood trickle down the back of her neck.
"Not even a whimper? No?"
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards.
She moaned in pain.
"Such soft, silky hair."
She heard him sniff it. Tears welled in her eyes.
"I see our friend has left his mark. Red suits you. So much anger."
She had forgotten about the red glint in her hair. Was it Logan's?
Magneto released her as Mystique entered the room. Something was in her hands. As she got closer Rogue could tell that they were a pair of metal gloves. Mystique started to attach them to Rogue's hands.
"An experiment." Magneto explained, "You won't be able to take them off."
With a loud clank they were on. They covered her entire hands, except the fingertips. They hand many hinges on them for easy movement. They were like a second skin. Rogue didn't even want to know how they knew her exact hand size.
"Bring him in." Magneto ordered.
The sliding doors opened and Mystique ushered a young boy, about fourteen, in. He had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was as tall as Mystique and his clothes were a poor fit. They were ratty and dirty. He looked like he had seen hell. There was no doubt in Rogue's mind that he hadn't. His shoes were rather odd. They looked like they were made of lead.
Mystique unlocked Rogue's chains, but Rogue didn't move. She had a very bad feeling about this.
A pull tugged at her hands and she was forced to her feet. She slowly walked towards the boy.
"Don't worry. We killed his family. Death will be a relief to him." Magneto sneered.
"No. No!!!" Rogue screamed realizing what was going on. She struggled with all of her might, but she couldn't stop herself.
No one could.
*~*~*
"We have to get her out of there." Logan said.
"And where exactly is she?" Scott asked, "The Professor already tried Cerebro and it didn't work."
"She's in Ohio somewhere. A metal building surrounded by trees." He looked around at all of the doubtful faces, "She is! I'll find her!!"
He stormed out. Jean nodded to the Professor and ran after him. Scott, Storm, Xavier, and Bobby stayed behind.
"Logan! Logan, wait!" Jean yelled as she caught up to him.
"Why? Why should I? You all obviously don't believe me." Logan rounded on her.
"I do."
Logan paused.
"You do?"
"Yes. We've looked into Rogue's condition--"
"You mean you studied her."
"Well, yes, for about a year after you left. What she absorbs from others is almost like a piece of their souls; small pieces mind you. I think she gets more. Do you play poker?"
The question caught him off guard.
"Yes, I'm very good at it. Why?"
"Well, Rogue didn't know how and she's never lost a game."
Logan raised an eyebrow.
"She's also very good at chess and a great mechanic. She helps Scott every day in the garage."
"Are you saying she absorbs talents?"
"Among other things, yes."
"But she asked me how to fight the other day. If what you say is true, she should have already known how."
"She doesn't know she possesses these skills until the occasions arise. Tell me, was she a quick learner?"
"Yeah. She was perfect."
"There you go."
"Well what are the other things?"
"Knowledge. She learns of the person's history and way of thinking."
"What would happen if she completely absorbed a person?"
"We don't know. That's why we need to find her quick. We have no clue how much Magneto knows about her and what she is capable of."
"And that is?"
"Theoretically she could possess as many mutants' powers necessary permanently. That would make her the ultimate tool for mutant warfare."
Logan stood there thinking things over.
"We don't have much time." He said, "Nor does she."
A/N: This is what happens when you try to type a chapter while listening to The Beach Boys. You get demented thoughts. Actually I had this all written out as I usually do with all of my chapters, with the exceptions of my compulsive/impulsive typing. My writing changes from draft to drafts, being there only two, and The Beach Boys have changed it dramatically. I like how it worked out though.
Funny story about the beach boys: I play the cello in orchestra and we are playing an orchestral version of "I Get Around", "In My Room", "Good Vibrations", and Barbara Ann." It is the funniest thing I have ever heard. Well not exactly. I read in a magazine that Hugh Jackman's sister Sonya looks a lot like him and the whole cast and crew played a big joke on Brian by dressing Sonya up as Logan and they actually did a take with her acting it. Brian had no clue until the end. It is stories like those that make me smile.
Any who, X2 was FREAKING SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Took personal joy when seeing Mystique change into Rogue while she was on top of Logan. Go L/M!!!! And the line "We like what you've done with your hair." CLASSIC!!! Oh crap. I have probably said too much. If you haven't seen the movie and are pissed at me for telling some lines, than SEE THE MOVIE ALREADY!!!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE SEEN IT BY NOW???? Last thing though, I personally thought that Bobby's cat was the best. That was the best feline acting I have seen since Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Or was that just a puppet? If you are reading this then I feel very sorry for you.
Stop reading.
STOP IT!!!
Fine keep reading. Who am I to stop you? I'm just the AUTHOR!!
Ok, very sorry. I am super hyper and I apologize for anything I have said that might have said that pisses you off. I personally blame The Beach Boys.
In respond to reviews: I know Rogue doesn't seem the one to cuss, but Mystique keeps playing her, man!! Just think how you'd feel.
Here's a little look about my personal experiences for this chapter. There is only one thing worse than very strong coffee: tea that has had the tea bag sit in it all night and then your older brother warms it up and gives it to you calling it fresh. I know how Storm felt.
Speaking of Storm, I suddenly realized that I hadn't mentioned her at all. I wrote her in and she'll get more lines in the future. Oops!
I just realized that I made Jean the ultimate plot giver. Oh well. She did well. Some to think of it she, Magneto, and Xavier are the plot givers in X- Men. Nice to have those characters around.
This is the longest chapter I think I have ever written. Cool.
Yeah, I'll stop typing now.