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Icea; Sorry, no Hallie in this fic. Glad ya like it though! *grins*
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 5-Rogue's Watch
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Logan clenched his eyes shut, then leaned back against the infirmary bed. He glanced up at Rogue, who was sitting near the door, staring at him. With a grunt he stood up and padded across the room with bare feet.
"Where're you goin'?" Rogue questioned, standing up right away. Her posture was tense and she seemed nervous.
Logan sighed. "I'm goin' ta take a shower. Is that okay with you?" he spat sarcastically. "Or would you rather sit there an' smell all the dried blood on me?"
Rogue cringed for a moment, then sat back down and pointed a gloved hand to the med lab's bathroom. "Okay, g'won then, take yur shower."
Logan shook his head with a low growl and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Rogue sat, tapping her foot and wondering if she should have allowed him to be out of her sight. ~Professor?~ she called out, hoping he could hear her projected thoughts.
~Yes, Rogue?~ came the reply.
~Um, Logan jus' went in ta take a shower, is that okay? or do I needta go in?~ she asked unsurely.
~It's alright Rogue, Jean and I will keep mental tabs so he doesn't hurt himself while he's out of your sight. Just make sure the door stays open and he's not in there too long. Talk to him while he's in there every once in a while too.~
Rogue nodded. ~Alright Professor.~ she cautiously moved towards the bathroom door and started to open it slowly, calling to Logan. "Sorry 'bout this, the Professor told me ta keep the door open 'kay?" she heard Logan grumble and took that as an understanding.
"What does he think I'm gonna do, drown myself?" He growled bitterly as he stepped into the shower, finding that it might not be a bad idea.
"Well, ya'll could pretty much jus' stab yurself again." Rogue sighed. This was definetly gonna be a long few hours. The Professor had chosen her for first suicide watch because he figured she'd be the least objective to the situation, and she didn't have many hateful emotions towards him anway. The only thing that bothered her was the fear. She was a little scared of Logan...after all, he DID try and kill one of his own teammates, and she had been on the other side before now. Rogue shrugged, then started talking to check on Logan again. "Hey, ya almost done yet?"
"Yeh, yeh." he spat back with a growl. "Man can't even take a shower without bein' monitored." he grumbled to himself.
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Logan stared at Rogue with weary eyes as he restlessly paced infront of the bed in the med lab. He'd walk a few steps, let out a long sigh, walk back, grunt, and start the process over again. Rogue couldn't take it anymore. "Will ya'll cut that out!?" she hollered.
Logan stopped, finally, crossing his arms across his chest. "What the hell d'ya expect me ta do?!" he growled. "Ya got me caged up in here like a fuckin' lab rat!"
Rogue sighed and tiredly rubbed at her temples. She had been on suicide watch for only two hours, yet Logan was already agitated and he was driving her crazy. She stood abruptly, causing Logan to stare at her as she started for the door.
"Bailin' out?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow. His voice was low and intense, like he was hoping she'd leave so he could do something, like try and end his life again.
Rogue shot him a glance, her hand on the door. "No. *We're* goin' outside, now c'mon."
Logan sighed and followed after her. Atleast he got to leave the confines of the infirmary. Wait, but wasn't Rogue supposed to be following *him*, and not vice versa? He grumbled something to himself as he walked out the door.
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Rogue shivered slightly at the breeze that blew past, hugging her jean jacket closer around her. She sat down in the grass under an old willow tree and watched Logan as he looked around, then finally settled down on a rock away from Rogue.
"Ya don't gotta keep so far away." she said after watching him for a few minutes. "I'm covered, I ain't gonna touch ya."
Logan snorted, leaning his elbows against his knees. "I ain't worried 'bout that kid." he grumbled.
"Oh..." Rogue let out softly, remembering he *wanted* to die. That'd mean he probably didn't give a rats ass if she absorbed his powers.
Logan absently rubbed at his chest, grimacing as he remembered feeling his adamantium claws puntured through his heart. It had hurt like hell, but he figured he deserved every agonizing moment of his attempted suicide. He was just angry he hadn't succeeded. He wouldn't even be able to punish himself by feeling the pain, because it was gone, and he was left without a scratch, like he hadn't been almost dying hours ago.
Rogue noticed Logan's somber expression and frowned. She felt bad for the way she had stared the other day when he had walked into the dining area. Her and the rest of the team just glared at him like he didn't deserve to live, and he knew they were feeling that way. Rogue stood slowly and approached Logan cautiously, though she was somewhat afraid. "Hey, ya wanna go fur a walk?"
Logan shrugged and stood, staring face to face with the girl with the poison touch. A thought entered his mind, though he didn't feel the hate from her like the other day. He knew he probably shouldn't, and she'd be mad, but if he succeeded, it wouldn't matter. Before Rogue could move away, Logan reached for her face with bare hands.
Rogue tried to get away once she saw what was coming, but it was too late. She was already absorbing his life force, and that's exactly what he wanted. "N-No!" she shouted feebly, but there was nothing she could do, his hold was too strong.
Logan held his hands tightly on either side of her face, feeling the pull as his life force was being dragged out of him. It wasn't what he imagined it to be though, for some reason he thought he'd be able to see his life flowing into her like something from a cheesy Sci-Fi flick. Logan's eyelids flickered and he twitched as more of his energy was drained away.
Rogue could feel Logan weakening, and before he could hold on much longer, she shoved him away. "No!" she gasped as he slumped to the ground. Rogue closed her eyes, feeling a headache from the rush of Logan's memories. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and she quickly knelt beside him, slapping his face to get him to wake up. "C'mon Logan! Get up!" she found herself pounding on his chest and sobbing, "You stupid bastard! Why'd ya go'n do that? Why? I don't hate you!" she cried. "I don't hate you!"
Icea; Sorry, no Hallie in this fic. Glad ya like it though! *grins*
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 5-Rogue's Watch
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Logan clenched his eyes shut, then leaned back against the infirmary bed. He glanced up at Rogue, who was sitting near the door, staring at him. With a grunt he stood up and padded across the room with bare feet.
"Where're you goin'?" Rogue questioned, standing up right away. Her posture was tense and she seemed nervous.
Logan sighed. "I'm goin' ta take a shower. Is that okay with you?" he spat sarcastically. "Or would you rather sit there an' smell all the dried blood on me?"
Rogue cringed for a moment, then sat back down and pointed a gloved hand to the med lab's bathroom. "Okay, g'won then, take yur shower."
Logan shook his head with a low growl and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Rogue sat, tapping her foot and wondering if she should have allowed him to be out of her sight. ~Professor?~ she called out, hoping he could hear her projected thoughts.
~Yes, Rogue?~ came the reply.
~Um, Logan jus' went in ta take a shower, is that okay? or do I needta go in?~ she asked unsurely.
~It's alright Rogue, Jean and I will keep mental tabs so he doesn't hurt himself while he's out of your sight. Just make sure the door stays open and he's not in there too long. Talk to him while he's in there every once in a while too.~
Rogue nodded. ~Alright Professor.~ she cautiously moved towards the bathroom door and started to open it slowly, calling to Logan. "Sorry 'bout this, the Professor told me ta keep the door open 'kay?" she heard Logan grumble and took that as an understanding.
"What does he think I'm gonna do, drown myself?" He growled bitterly as he stepped into the shower, finding that it might not be a bad idea.
"Well, ya'll could pretty much jus' stab yurself again." Rogue sighed. This was definetly gonna be a long few hours. The Professor had chosen her for first suicide watch because he figured she'd be the least objective to the situation, and she didn't have many hateful emotions towards him anway. The only thing that bothered her was the fear. She was a little scared of Logan...after all, he DID try and kill one of his own teammates, and she had been on the other side before now. Rogue shrugged, then started talking to check on Logan again. "Hey, ya almost done yet?"
"Yeh, yeh." he spat back with a growl. "Man can't even take a shower without bein' monitored." he grumbled to himself.
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Logan stared at Rogue with weary eyes as he restlessly paced infront of the bed in the med lab. He'd walk a few steps, let out a long sigh, walk back, grunt, and start the process over again. Rogue couldn't take it anymore. "Will ya'll cut that out!?" she hollered.
Logan stopped, finally, crossing his arms across his chest. "What the hell d'ya expect me ta do?!" he growled. "Ya got me caged up in here like a fuckin' lab rat!"
Rogue sighed and tiredly rubbed at her temples. She had been on suicide watch for only two hours, yet Logan was already agitated and he was driving her crazy. She stood abruptly, causing Logan to stare at her as she started for the door.
"Bailin' out?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow. His voice was low and intense, like he was hoping she'd leave so he could do something, like try and end his life again.
Rogue shot him a glance, her hand on the door. "No. *We're* goin' outside, now c'mon."
Logan sighed and followed after her. Atleast he got to leave the confines of the infirmary. Wait, but wasn't Rogue supposed to be following *him*, and not vice versa? He grumbled something to himself as he walked out the door.
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Rogue shivered slightly at the breeze that blew past, hugging her jean jacket closer around her. She sat down in the grass under an old willow tree and watched Logan as he looked around, then finally settled down on a rock away from Rogue.
"Ya don't gotta keep so far away." she said after watching him for a few minutes. "I'm covered, I ain't gonna touch ya."
Logan snorted, leaning his elbows against his knees. "I ain't worried 'bout that kid." he grumbled.
"Oh..." Rogue let out softly, remembering he *wanted* to die. That'd mean he probably didn't give a rats ass if she absorbed his powers.
Logan absently rubbed at his chest, grimacing as he remembered feeling his adamantium claws puntured through his heart. It had hurt like hell, but he figured he deserved every agonizing moment of his attempted suicide. He was just angry he hadn't succeeded. He wouldn't even be able to punish himself by feeling the pain, because it was gone, and he was left without a scratch, like he hadn't been almost dying hours ago.
Rogue noticed Logan's somber expression and frowned. She felt bad for the way she had stared the other day when he had walked into the dining area. Her and the rest of the team just glared at him like he didn't deserve to live, and he knew they were feeling that way. Rogue stood slowly and approached Logan cautiously, though she was somewhat afraid. "Hey, ya wanna go fur a walk?"
Logan shrugged and stood, staring face to face with the girl with the poison touch. A thought entered his mind, though he didn't feel the hate from her like the other day. He knew he probably shouldn't, and she'd be mad, but if he succeeded, it wouldn't matter. Before Rogue could move away, Logan reached for her face with bare hands.
Rogue tried to get away once she saw what was coming, but it was too late. She was already absorbing his life force, and that's exactly what he wanted. "N-No!" she shouted feebly, but there was nothing she could do, his hold was too strong.
Logan held his hands tightly on either side of her face, feeling the pull as his life force was being dragged out of him. It wasn't what he imagined it to be though, for some reason he thought he'd be able to see his life flowing into her like something from a cheesy Sci-Fi flick. Logan's eyelids flickered and he twitched as more of his energy was drained away.
Rogue could feel Logan weakening, and before he could hold on much longer, she shoved him away. "No!" she gasped as he slumped to the ground. Rogue closed her eyes, feeling a headache from the rush of Logan's memories. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and she quickly knelt beside him, slapping his face to get him to wake up. "C'mon Logan! Get up!" she found herself pounding on his chest and sobbing, "You stupid bastard! Why'd ya go'n do that? Why? I don't hate you!" she cried. "I don't hate you!"