Title: Walk Away
Author: JesSickUh
Email: un33kpnay1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: If I owned Logan, I would die happy.but then again, I wouldn't
be happy.cuz I'd be dead...
Archive Rights: DDFH and someday soon.WRFA. If u want, all u gotta do is
ask.
Rating:PG-15
Summary: Logan finds Rogue
Category: Angst
Series: I think I'm gonna work this into a series. Hven't thought of a name
yet though.
Feedback: Please with a Logan on top? Well preferably I'd like to be on top
every now and then too.but whatever!
Warnings: Still fairly new at this. Don't flame too badly
Author's Notes: I added a couple of elements from the soap Days of Our
Lives. Will include more DOOL stuff in later chapters. The song Walk Away
can be found on Christina Aguilera's latest album, Stripped.
Thank you/Dedications: Karen for editing my stuff.
It wasn't until he was on the road that Logan realized that he had no idea where he was headed. He just bolted out of the mansion like a bat out of hell without any kind of plan whatsoever. He grabbed the built in communicator that Scott had installed in the car and dialed the mansion. As if reading his mind, the professor's voice entered Logan's mind. "She's in Salem Logan," he told him. "As in.witch trials.that Salem?" "Yes, at a club called The Blue Note." "Thanks Charlie," Logan replied.
*Meanwhile*
Rogue sat at the bar of the Blue note, waiting for her turn to go on stage. She liked Salem. It was a nice place to settle down. From the stories she heard from the locals, strange things always seemed to be happening there. In her mind, that alone made Salem a perfect place for a mutant like her. She recalled a story that a man had told her on the day of her arrival. Something about one of Salem's most beloved citizens, and a doctor at that, had been possessed by the devil. Marie also kept hearing about a man named Stefano DiMera. So far, everyone she managed to make small talk with had warned her to stay away from anyone with the DiMera name. Apparently, Stefano was a man who kept coming back to life; no matter how many times he "died." She wasn't worried. She knew she could protect herself. After all, she was the "untouchable girl," wasn't she? Somehow she felt safe from ridicule in this strange town, where strange things seemed to be a daily occurrence. Nobody would think anything differently about the strange southern gal that came traipsing through their happy little town one day.
She snapped out of her reverie when the band on stage had stopped playing. The owner motioned for her to come up as he took the mic. "And now for your listening pleasure, everyone give a warm round of applause for.what's your name hon?" he whispered. "Rogue", she replied. "Rogue," he said as he walked offstage and stared at her curiously. Rogue took her place at the mic, as she thought about the name she had given the man. She was Rogue now. She didn't want to be known as anyone else. Ever since she left home, Marie no longer existed. That was until Logan came along. After that, she became Marie again. His Marie. For the third time in her life, she was starting all over again. She looked up and noticed that the music had started and she still hadn't uttered a word. "Dammit Rogue," she told herself. Now is not the time to be daydreaming. You can go back to Loganland when the song's over." She cleared her throat and asked the band to start over. The sound of piano keys gave her a cue to start singing. She held the mic with one hand, her lips practically kissing the mouthpiece. When she opened her mouth, she was surprised at how low and sultry her voice came out.
What do you do When you know something's bad for you But you still can't let go?
Rogue closed her eyes and pictured Logan's hazel ones staring at her as she started into song.
Logan walked into the club and just as he thought, Marie's scent was growing stronger with his every step. Logan needed no more confirmation than her sweet smell. The man on stage didn't even need to announce her name to know that he had come to the right place. He quickly grabbed a table in the back and ordered a beer.
The question she had voiced over the microphone caught him so totally off guard that he choked on his beer. "Hey man, you okay," the man at the next table asked. Logan just grunted, too mesmerized by the sight of her to utter a word. Marie's beautiful brown hair was cascading in soft waves down her back, while her distinguishing white locks were framing her face. He gulped as he took in the rest of her appearance. Logan tore his gaze from her face long enough to admire the white satin dress that hugged her at all the right places. Logan's imagination went into overdrive, as did his heart. He imagined himself sliding one strap off her shoulder.then the other. The dress would fall to the floor and he would start to caress her skin, which he imagined to be as soft as the fabric of the gown. With that dress on.and oh God that voice.he felt like he was truly in the presence of an angel. He was glad she couldn't see him. He downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and watched the rest of her performance.
I was naïve Your love was like candy Artificially sweet I was deceived by the wrapping Got caught in your web And I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely
My God, is that what she thought of him and his feelings for her? She made it seem like their relationship was nothing but a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" kind of deal. He closed his eyes guiltily, knowing that it was his own fault that she felt that way. To anyone else in the audience, she was just another woman singing an angsty love song, but the emotions Logan felt flowing from her spoke volumes.
Rogue gave an undetectable sigh as she delved into the chorus. It was the heart of the song. She felt as if she could have written the words herself. Her voice filled with emotion as she got more and more into the song. Images of Logan filled her head and she swallowed her tears. It was all she could do to keep from breaking down.
And it hurts my soul
Cause I can't let go All these walls are caving in I can't stop my suffering I hate to show that I've Lost control cause I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To get away from
Mistake? Logan thought. "Is that what he was? What they were? Her words rang in his head like an endless chant.
Need to get away from you. Need to walk away from you. Get away, walk away, walk away.
Logan wanted to throw up. Sinking his claws into somebody's chest while their insides spewed all over the place - that he could take. Watching Cyke and Jean make googly eyes at each other every time they were in the same room.even that was bearable. But listening to Marie in such pain, knowing he was causing it.that was just too much. He got up so fast that he nearly knocked over the table. He ran straight into the men's room and dove for a stall. When he was sure that he was alone, he bent his head over the cool porcelain, and he retched.
Rogue was momentarily startled by a movement at the back of the room. She saw a man get up and head straight for the restrooms. "Probably reached his limit on alcohol," she thought. Still, she could have sworn that the man looked like Logan. She dismissed the thought reminding herself that in her state of mind, even Urkel would look like Logan to her. She brought her focus back to the song. The last thing she needed was for her soft, sultry voice to turn into heaving sobs.
I should have known
That I was used for amusement Couldn't see through the smoke It was all an illusion
Now I've been licking my wounds
But the venom seeps deeper We both can seduce But darling you held me prisoner
Logan walked back to his table when he had literally nothing left in him. Heaving a loud sigh, he looked up wistfully at the woman whom he had lost.
I'm about to break
I can't stop this ache I'm addicted to your allure And I'm feenin for a cure Every step I take Leads to one mistake I keep going right back To the one thing that I need I can't take this torn state I'm in Getting nothing in return What did I do to deserve The pain of this slow burn I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To walk away from
When he left Xavier's he was in intent on finding Marie and dragging her home, kicking and screaming if need be. Now he realized it wasn't going to be that easy. She was hurt. Worst of all, she was pissed! It was impossible to convince her of anything when she was like this.
Everytime I try to grasp for air
I get smothered in despair it's never over, over
Seems I cannot wake from this nightmare I let out a silent pray, let it be over, over Inside I'm screaming Begging, pleading, no more! Now what to do? My heart has been bruised So sad but it's true Each dream reminds me of you
Rogue couldn't help choking up at the last couple of lines. Who was she kidding? People said that doing something you love could often help calm your nerves when you were agitated. This was having the exact opposite effect.
And it hurts my soul
Cause I can't let go All these walls are caving in I can't stop my suffering I hate to show that I've Lost control cause I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To get away from
I'm about to break
I can't stop this ache I'm addicted to your allure And I'm feenin for a cure Every step I take Leads to one mistake I keep going right back To the one thing that I need I can't take this torn state I'm in Getting nothing in return What did I do to deserve The pain of this slow burn I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To walk away from
"But.I love you!" Logan didn't even realize he'd spoken aloud until the annoying man at the next table replied with "Yeah, she's a hot little number isn't she?" Logan snarled sensing the lust he could feel emitting from the jerk. All he knew was that the pretty boy better not make a pass at his girl, or there'd be hell to pay. The man looked taken aback by the Logan's reaction. "Geez, so-rry! Didn't know she was your girl," he said holding up both hands in defense. "You're a lucky guy." "Yeah," Logan muttered,"at least I was."
It wasn't until he was on the road that Logan realized that he had no idea where he was headed. He just bolted out of the mansion like a bat out of hell without any kind of plan whatsoever. He grabbed the built in communicator that Scott had installed in the car and dialed the mansion. As if reading his mind, the professor's voice entered Logan's mind. "She's in Salem Logan," he told him. "As in.witch trials.that Salem?" "Yes, at a club called The Blue Note." "Thanks Charlie," Logan replied.
*Meanwhile*
Rogue sat at the bar of the Blue note, waiting for her turn to go on stage. She liked Salem. It was a nice place to settle down. From the stories she heard from the locals, strange things always seemed to be happening there. In her mind, that alone made Salem a perfect place for a mutant like her. She recalled a story that a man had told her on the day of her arrival. Something about one of Salem's most beloved citizens, and a doctor at that, had been possessed by the devil. Marie also kept hearing about a man named Stefano DiMera. So far, everyone she managed to make small talk with had warned her to stay away from anyone with the DiMera name. Apparently, Stefano was a man who kept coming back to life; no matter how many times he "died." She wasn't worried. She knew she could protect herself. After all, she was the "untouchable girl," wasn't she? Somehow she felt safe from ridicule in this strange town, where strange things seemed to be a daily occurrence. Nobody would think anything differently about the strange southern gal that came traipsing through their happy little town one day.
She snapped out of her reverie when the band on stage had stopped playing. The owner motioned for her to come up as he took the mic. "And now for your listening pleasure, everyone give a warm round of applause for.what's your name hon?" he whispered. "Rogue", she replied. "Rogue," he said as he walked offstage and stared at her curiously. Rogue took her place at the mic, as she thought about the name she had given the man. She was Rogue now. She didn't want to be known as anyone else. Ever since she left home, Marie no longer existed. That was until Logan came along. After that, she became Marie again. His Marie. For the third time in her life, she was starting all over again. She looked up and noticed that the music had started and she still hadn't uttered a word. "Dammit Rogue," she told herself. Now is not the time to be daydreaming. You can go back to Loganland when the song's over." She cleared her throat and asked the band to start over. The sound of piano keys gave her a cue to start singing. She held the mic with one hand, her lips practically kissing the mouthpiece. When she opened her mouth, she was surprised at how low and sultry her voice came out.
What do you do When you know something's bad for you But you still can't let go?
Rogue closed her eyes and pictured Logan's hazel ones staring at her as she started into song.
Logan walked into the club and just as he thought, Marie's scent was growing stronger with his every step. Logan needed no more confirmation than her sweet smell. The man on stage didn't even need to announce her name to know that he had come to the right place. He quickly grabbed a table in the back and ordered a beer.
The question she had voiced over the microphone caught him so totally off guard that he choked on his beer. "Hey man, you okay," the man at the next table asked. Logan just grunted, too mesmerized by the sight of her to utter a word. Marie's beautiful brown hair was cascading in soft waves down her back, while her distinguishing white locks were framing her face. He gulped as he took in the rest of her appearance. Logan tore his gaze from her face long enough to admire the white satin dress that hugged her at all the right places. Logan's imagination went into overdrive, as did his heart. He imagined himself sliding one strap off her shoulder.then the other. The dress would fall to the floor and he would start to caress her skin, which he imagined to be as soft as the fabric of the gown. With that dress on.and oh God that voice.he felt like he was truly in the presence of an angel. He was glad she couldn't see him. He downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and watched the rest of her performance.
I was naïve Your love was like candy Artificially sweet I was deceived by the wrapping Got caught in your web And I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely
My God, is that what she thought of him and his feelings for her? She made it seem like their relationship was nothing but a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" kind of deal. He closed his eyes guiltily, knowing that it was his own fault that she felt that way. To anyone else in the audience, she was just another woman singing an angsty love song, but the emotions Logan felt flowing from her spoke volumes.
Rogue gave an undetectable sigh as she delved into the chorus. It was the heart of the song. She felt as if she could have written the words herself. Her voice filled with emotion as she got more and more into the song. Images of Logan filled her head and she swallowed her tears. It was all she could do to keep from breaking down.
And it hurts my soul
Cause I can't let go All these walls are caving in I can't stop my suffering I hate to show that I've Lost control cause I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To get away from
Mistake? Logan thought. "Is that what he was? What they were? Her words rang in his head like an endless chant.
Need to get away from you. Need to walk away from you. Get away, walk away, walk away.
Logan wanted to throw up. Sinking his claws into somebody's chest while their insides spewed all over the place - that he could take. Watching Cyke and Jean make googly eyes at each other every time they were in the same room.even that was bearable. But listening to Marie in such pain, knowing he was causing it.that was just too much. He got up so fast that he nearly knocked over the table. He ran straight into the men's room and dove for a stall. When he was sure that he was alone, he bent his head over the cool porcelain, and he retched.
Rogue was momentarily startled by a movement at the back of the room. She saw a man get up and head straight for the restrooms. "Probably reached his limit on alcohol," she thought. Still, she could have sworn that the man looked like Logan. She dismissed the thought reminding herself that in her state of mind, even Urkel would look like Logan to her. She brought her focus back to the song. The last thing she needed was for her soft, sultry voice to turn into heaving sobs.
I should have known
That I was used for amusement Couldn't see through the smoke It was all an illusion
Now I've been licking my wounds
But the venom seeps deeper We both can seduce But darling you held me prisoner
Logan walked back to his table when he had literally nothing left in him. Heaving a loud sigh, he looked up wistfully at the woman whom he had lost.
I'm about to break
I can't stop this ache I'm addicted to your allure And I'm feenin for a cure Every step I take Leads to one mistake I keep going right back To the one thing that I need I can't take this torn state I'm in Getting nothing in return What did I do to deserve The pain of this slow burn I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To walk away from
When he left Xavier's he was in intent on finding Marie and dragging her home, kicking and screaming if need be. Now he realized it wasn't going to be that easy. She was hurt. Worst of all, she was pissed! It was impossible to convince her of anything when she was like this.
Everytime I try to grasp for air
I get smothered in despair it's never over, over
Seems I cannot wake from this nightmare I let out a silent pray, let it be over, over Inside I'm screaming Begging, pleading, no more! Now what to do? My heart has been bruised So sad but it's true Each dream reminds me of you
Rogue couldn't help choking up at the last couple of lines. Who was she kidding? People said that doing something you love could often help calm your nerves when you were agitated. This was having the exact opposite effect.
And it hurts my soul
Cause I can't let go All these walls are caving in I can't stop my suffering I hate to show that I've Lost control cause I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To get away from
I'm about to break
I can't stop this ache I'm addicted to your allure And I'm feenin for a cure Every step I take Leads to one mistake I keep going right back To the one thing that I need I can't take this torn state I'm in Getting nothing in return What did I do to deserve The pain of this slow burn I keep going right back to the one thing that I need To walk away from
"But.I love you!" Logan didn't even realize he'd spoken aloud until the annoying man at the next table replied with "Yeah, she's a hot little number isn't she?" Logan snarled sensing the lust he could feel emitting from the jerk. All he knew was that the pretty boy better not make a pass at his girl, or there'd be hell to pay. The man looked taken aback by the Logan's reaction. "Geez, so-rry! Didn't know she was your girl," he said holding up both hands in defense. "You're a lucky guy." "Yeah," Logan muttered,"at least I was."