The sudden brightness hurt Logan's eyes. As soon as he awoke, he knew where
he was. He was sleeping on a hospital bed in the recovery wing of the
Mansion.
He suddenly sat up and looked around. Rogue was in a bed next to him. She was hooked up to multiple machines.
"Don't worry, she's fine." Jean said noticing Logan's confusion.
"Those machines suggest other wise."
"She's been through God knows what and as a result she's had a mental trauma, a break down if you will."
"When did that happen?"
"On the way back to the Mansion. She was perfectly fine until she closed her eyes. Then she just fell to the ground in some sort of hyper sleep. Her brain seems to be rearranging its thoughts, its access baggage."
"You mean like me?"
"Yes, it's learning to control all of the personalities that have been floating around in there without structure for the longest time. Her mind is making room for something it seems. Her brain activity is uncharted. And that hair...."
Logan looked closely. Rogue's hair seemed longer now that is was out of a ponytail. It was a new rich, silky brown than it had been before. The red shimmer was more noticeable in the light and the white streaks seem whiter.
"How long to you think she'll be out?" Logan asked.
"It's hard to say. Days, weeks, even months."
"Will she be the same?"
"I don't know."
*~*~*
A month had passed. Quickly for some. Slowly for most. Bobby visited Rogue every day. Logan kept his distance.
No one was there when she opened her eyes.
She was in her pajamas and a new pair of gloves. Her long blood caked hair was clean. 'How odd.' she thought.
She felt rested and fresh. She was back to her same old self, whatever her same old self was. Something was different though. She felt old. She had aged so much in such little time by going through what she did. It was frightening. Rogue felt her face expecting to find wrinkles. Nothing but youthfulness.
Strange.
She sat up taking the needles out of her arms. They attached her to the machines that helped nourish her and keep her alive. She didn't need them anymore.
She gingerly got out of bed and walked to the door with a new bright, strengthened grace.
Hanging on a hook by the door were Logan's dog tags and Bobby's ring. Somebody must have picked them up back at Magneto's hideout.
She could only keep one of them, and it was clear which on that would be.
*~*~*
Logan was checking papers when the door to the classroom creaked open.
"I heard you like to kiss dead girls."
He looked up at the sound of that voice.
There she stood as live as ever. She was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with black gloves and a black scarf. Her hair, he realized, came down to her waist. She looked too beautiful for words.
"Yeah, well, they are the only ones I can seem to pick up."
"That's not true."
Logan stood up and walked around the desk, meeting her halfway across the room.
He saw, as he got closer, that his dog tags hung lower than the scarf. She was still wearing his dog tags.
"I never took these of when you were away." She said toying with the object of his glance, "They gave me strength, you know? But now they are useless. I have you."
She grabbed his hands.
"But Bobby....."
"It didn't work out. He understood."
Logan looked at her left ring finger.
It was bare.
He pulled her into a hug. He picked her up and swung her around. The whole moment was something that seemed to be out of one of those cheesy love movies that Logan had tried so hard to avoid. But he didn't care. He was so damn happy that he couldn't have cared less.
The wait was over.
She was his.
He was hers.
Logan put Marie down.
"So you're teaching now?" she asked as if nothing romantic had happened and attempted to carry out a meaningful conversation. They headed to the exit hand in hand.
"Subbing for you, actually. It's harder than it looks."
The doors shut behind them and the unchecked tests lied in silence on the desk.
A/N: WEEEE!!! Wasn't that fun boys and girls?? This puppy is almost done!! Just the epilogue and that is it!! Woo hoo!! That was a tearjerker; I'll have to admit. Oh that was such a sweet moment.
Anyway. Check out the X2 novel. It is neat and it mentions REMY LEBEAU!!!! Go Gambit!! Also I finally made a Bobby/Rogue fic, if you want to check that out or not.
Until next time.
He suddenly sat up and looked around. Rogue was in a bed next to him. She was hooked up to multiple machines.
"Don't worry, she's fine." Jean said noticing Logan's confusion.
"Those machines suggest other wise."
"She's been through God knows what and as a result she's had a mental trauma, a break down if you will."
"When did that happen?"
"On the way back to the Mansion. She was perfectly fine until she closed her eyes. Then she just fell to the ground in some sort of hyper sleep. Her brain seems to be rearranging its thoughts, its access baggage."
"You mean like me?"
"Yes, it's learning to control all of the personalities that have been floating around in there without structure for the longest time. Her mind is making room for something it seems. Her brain activity is uncharted. And that hair...."
Logan looked closely. Rogue's hair seemed longer now that is was out of a ponytail. It was a new rich, silky brown than it had been before. The red shimmer was more noticeable in the light and the white streaks seem whiter.
"How long to you think she'll be out?" Logan asked.
"It's hard to say. Days, weeks, even months."
"Will she be the same?"
"I don't know."
*~*~*
A month had passed. Quickly for some. Slowly for most. Bobby visited Rogue every day. Logan kept his distance.
No one was there when she opened her eyes.
She was in her pajamas and a new pair of gloves. Her long blood caked hair was clean. 'How odd.' she thought.
She felt rested and fresh. She was back to her same old self, whatever her same old self was. Something was different though. She felt old. She had aged so much in such little time by going through what she did. It was frightening. Rogue felt her face expecting to find wrinkles. Nothing but youthfulness.
Strange.
She sat up taking the needles out of her arms. They attached her to the machines that helped nourish her and keep her alive. She didn't need them anymore.
She gingerly got out of bed and walked to the door with a new bright, strengthened grace.
Hanging on a hook by the door were Logan's dog tags and Bobby's ring. Somebody must have picked them up back at Magneto's hideout.
She could only keep one of them, and it was clear which on that would be.
*~*~*
Logan was checking papers when the door to the classroom creaked open.
"I heard you like to kiss dead girls."
He looked up at the sound of that voice.
There she stood as live as ever. She was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with black gloves and a black scarf. Her hair, he realized, came down to her waist. She looked too beautiful for words.
"Yeah, well, they are the only ones I can seem to pick up."
"That's not true."
Logan stood up and walked around the desk, meeting her halfway across the room.
He saw, as he got closer, that his dog tags hung lower than the scarf. She was still wearing his dog tags.
"I never took these of when you were away." She said toying with the object of his glance, "They gave me strength, you know? But now they are useless. I have you."
She grabbed his hands.
"But Bobby....."
"It didn't work out. He understood."
Logan looked at her left ring finger.
It was bare.
He pulled her into a hug. He picked her up and swung her around. The whole moment was something that seemed to be out of one of those cheesy love movies that Logan had tried so hard to avoid. But he didn't care. He was so damn happy that he couldn't have cared less.
The wait was over.
She was his.
He was hers.
Logan put Marie down.
"So you're teaching now?" she asked as if nothing romantic had happened and attempted to carry out a meaningful conversation. They headed to the exit hand in hand.
"Subbing for you, actually. It's harder than it looks."
The doors shut behind them and the unchecked tests lied in silence on the desk.
A/N: WEEEE!!! Wasn't that fun boys and girls?? This puppy is almost done!! Just the epilogue and that is it!! Woo hoo!! That was a tearjerker; I'll have to admit. Oh that was such a sweet moment.
Anyway. Check out the X2 novel. It is neat and it mentions REMY LEBEAU!!!! Go Gambit!! Also I finally made a Bobby/Rogue fic, if you want to check that out or not.
Until next time.