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ishandahalf: Thanks for your two reviews, sorry I didn't say thank you on chapter two I didn't get your two reviews til after I posted the 2nd chapter. *gives brownies for her mistake* glad you're enjoying my story!
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Yumiko: Glad you loove the Romyness! *also gives brownies*
Legal stuffs: I Don't own X-Men Evolution the WB and Marvel does. (lucky them heh) I would still like to borrow Remy though, even if only til Midnight or whatever. Pwease I'll feed him and love him *grins* and take really good care of him. Nor do I own the song "My Immortal" Evanescence does.
Anyhow onward to the good stuff....
Quick Author's Note: Since Fanfic for some reason won't show Italics from now on lyrics will be in (Lyrics) okay! Glad to have cleared that up heh.
~Telepathy~
'Thoughts'
(Lyrics)
Let Go
Chapter 3: My Immortal
(I'm so tired of being here, supressed by all my childhood fears...)
Rogue layed back in her bed. Outside night had shrouded everything, covering it in a blanket of shadows and darkness. She couldn't sleep, her mind was too full. Sighing the teen slowly and quietly rose from her bed not wanting to wake her sound asleep room-mate Kitty. Surpressing a cough, the bar foot Goth slowly made her way to the glass doors leading out onto the balcony of the room. Still as quietly as she could the auburn and white haired girl openned one of the doors and slipped outside into the fresh air. Her body still ached, the cold she had still present, but she couldn't sleep. No rest for the wicked. Turning a moment to glance over her shoulder making sure the Gossip Queen was still sleeping, Rogue then made her way down the drainpipe to the ground below.
The evening had placed dew on the grass. Rogue shivered slightly as her feet hit the wet greenness. Her green gaze glanced up quickly a moment to make sure no one was paying attention to the Southerner's little night escapade. Once she was sure that Logan wasn't coming after her and that everyone was still asleep the Goth made her way towards the outer area of the Mansion's grounds, there sits near the edge of a cliff a gazebo. Anymore since the night she had killed Mystique, Rogue comes her often to think no matter what the time of day or what the weather is like. It has become a habit to her, a drug of sorts.
Still bare foot and shivering the Mississippian slowly advanced onto the wet wooden flooring of the white gazebo. Each footfall there within like a death march of sorts. One foot slowly before the other until emerald orbs can peer over the edge and down, down , down into the depths were the lies a rolling sea churning and swirling onto the beach only to recoil back again into the murky depths. Down on the sand shore, amongst the rocks and sand rests peices of something like a jig-saw puzzle. Peices to a statue. Peices to the only person she has ever called Momma.
A sigh escaped her lips, tears threatened behind the green gaze...but this time she will not cry or break down. This time she will look upon the woman down there with no fear, no remorse in her gaze. She wasn't really sorry, maybe deep, deep down she was, but on the surface it had felt good to push that manipulative bitch over the cliff. To watch her fall and break into peices at the bottom, just like that old Nursery Ryhme. Slender ungloved hands gripped the broken wood still there, unfixed just yet by Logan. One of the sharper edges that her pale hand gripped drew a little blood. the red liquid ran down her arm and seeped into the sleeve of her pajamas, Rogue ignored the sharp stinging pain and gripped the peice of wood even harder.
(And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. Because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real. There's just too much that time cannot erase...)
The sky was filling with clouds. Lightning flashed illuminating the rocks below, illuminating that face trapped forever in stone. The one face that would haunt her the rest of her life. Her's mother's face. The mother who she killed. The tears came,"Ah...wasn't gunna cry." At these words from her own lips a flash back came to her...
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"Rogue?" A tender voice called out, blue eyes gazing about a dark room that obviously belonged to a child," Darling, come out it's okay, it's just a summer storm." A young woman mid to late twenties knelt down beside a bed, slender fingers crowned by perfect nails lifting the coverlet of the child's bed," Come to Momma dear."
Large green eyes of a frightened child peered out at the woman," But Momma ah'm scared...ah dun' like tha loud sounds Momma." A crash of thunder echoed through the night," eek!" The little girl only about four years old scooted more so under her bed," Make it go awaaay." Sniffled the child trying to hold back her tears.
" What if Momma comes to you if you won't come to her?" The raven haired woman smiled," And then after the storm is over you, me and Irene can go get some ice cream okay?" A soft smile crossed the young woman's lips as the child nodded. Slowly the slender figure slipped under the bed with the tiny youngster placing her arms around her," You know Rogue, it's okay to cry, crying doesn't mean you're weak."
The little girl nodded slowly," Alright, if ya say so Momma...ah love ya Momma." Tiny chubby arms of a four slowly encircled the woman the best they could," Ah can have cookie an' cream ice cream right?" The child beamed," Let's go now...ah'm not scared anymore!" The tiny voice cried out in victory.
The woman smiled," I love you too baby-girl." Inside the woman was sad however, as the little girl would grow she would become something feared by all normal humans. A mutant, like herself. Raven Darkholme didn't know what to do but love the child and make her feel welcomed despite the visions of the future Irene has seen instore for them all.
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( When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears and i've held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me...)
Rogue shook her head slowly," Why Momma...ah loved ya why'd ya hafta go an' do tha thins' ya did ta me?" Ungloved hands moved up and down her own arms, she was shivering...she hated the memories, she wished she could replace them or pretend they belong to one of the people she's absorbed over the years, but she can't. They are her's no question about it and they are her cross to bear.
"Stripes. What you doin out here?"
"Logan....ah...ah..nuthin'." She didn't turn to face the gruff sounding man behind her," Jus' thinkin'...s'all."
The short Canadian nodded," Well you got a right to think kid, but not out here in the middle of the night when yer sick." The mentor placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. Rogue is like a daughter to him and to see her like this was tearing him up inside," Anything you wanna talk about hm?"
Rogue tried her best not to sniffle," How'd ya know ah was out here?" The tall lanky teen kept her back to the adult, not wanting him to see her like this.
" Halfpint." Logan grunted," Phased into my room screaming that you were gone and the balcony door was open."Shifting his form, the man stood now beside Rogue arms resting on the railing of the gazabo," I tracked your scent to here. Kinda figured this is where you'd be anyhow." The hand still resting firmly on her shoulder gave a small squeeze," Infact you've been spending most of yer time here haven't ya?"
The Goth nodded slowly wiping tears away with the back of her hand," Yeah...reckon ah have..." The green gaze did not meet the steel blue one that she knew was studying her.
" I know yer crying Stripes. I can smell it." The hand that had been resting on her shoulder pulled her over to him," It's okay to cry kid and don't let anyone else tell ya different."
Her gaze remained locked on rocks below, on the face forever it seemed set in stone," Someone else once told me that too....long time ago." Quickly she moved to hide her hand that was now stained with blood that was slowly drying," An' that someone else in tha end betrayed me..."
He had smelled the blood, he knew it was there," Don't bother hidin that Rogue. I know it's there." He smiled sheepishly towards her as she returned the gesture," And I can promise you this much darlin' I won't betray you. I'm not Mystique and neither are you."
Slowly the teenager nodded, a sigh escaping her lips," Ya think ah was wrong ta push her...like ah did?" Finally the green eyes sparkling with teas averted to look at Logan," Think ah shoulda helped her?...An' fer not helpin her does that make me like her?" She relented to her body this time and allowed it to lean against the man her head finding his shoulder.
" Yes and No kid." The gruff man took a deep breath," I don't blame you for your anger, hell I probly would have done the same thing. But you should have just walked away, you know you really hurt that half brother of yours. No. What you did does not make you like Mystique."
Rogue nodded," Thanks Logan really...ah feel bad now ya know, guilty esspecially tawards Kurt. Reckon ah shoulda thought b'fore ah acted huh?" A sneeze racked her body," 'xcuse me."
Logan patted her arm," See that's what makes you not like Mystique, you regret what you did and she wouldn't have."
( You used to captivate me, by your resonating light. But now I'm bound by the life you left behind, your face it haunts my once pleasent dreams, your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real; There's just to much that time cannot erase...)
She nodded again," Ah know...but sometimes it's not that easy, ah mean ah was raised by tha woman." Again the green eyes averted from the steel blue ones," She's tha only woman ah eva knew as Momma. Her an' Irene were mah family...they took care o'me fer mosta mah life an' now all that's nuthin' but a lie or least that's how it feels."
" Look Stripes I know that what you've been through isn't great. I know more then you think I do about feeling like part of your life is a lie, but this you got now isn't the X-Men are your family now and they always will be remember that." Logan then did something very unlike him self to a point, he hugged her," Just don't forget the good times you did have with Irene and Mystique though because deep down those two will always be the motherly figures in your life kid."
Rogue didn't know what to do or say as Logan hugged her. It was deffinitely unexpected and threw her off balance just slightly, in the end she hugged him back," Really thanks Logan ya dunno how much ya've helped me out here." Quickly she pulled away, afraid that she might accidently touch his skin," An' ah know tha X-Men are mah family an' ah ver glad of it too." She smiled a little less sadder this time.
" Well you shouldn't be out here kid and you're welcome." Once more the gruff man placed a hand on her shoulder,"Lets get you inside alright." He turned to walk, but stopped when she didn't move," Somethin wrong?"
The Goth shook her head," No, but can ah have a few minutes?"
Logan nodded," Sure, I'll just wait over here. Make it quick though gonna rain real soon." With that the man left the wooden gazebo and back out into the night lighting a cigar as he waited leaning against a tree nearby.
(When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears and I've held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me...)
Her form turned again, glassy green irises staring down, down, down into the abyss below where waves of water churned and met the shore; Down, down, down where the rested a face forever set in stone. For the longest of times she was quiet, content with just staring, just trying to make out the outlines of the broken face on the rocks. How the mouth was frozen mid scream, how the eyes were wide with fear," Ah bet ya were scared when ya touched that thin' weren't ya Momma...ah woulda been scared too." Rogue smiled softly," Ya know it's okay ta be scared, jus' like it's okay ta cry...funny ya told me that cuz ah dun' 'member ya eva cryin' at all." A stray tear slowly rolled down her face, the teen let it go and watched as it fell over the edge and down towards that face cast in stone," Ah'm still angry at ya Momma...fer all tha lies an' hell ya put me through ah dunno if ah'll eva forgive ya or even understand why, but ah'll still love ya an' ah'm still yer daughter an' ah've made mah peace with ya ah hope now."
"Move it Stripes it's starting to sprinkle." Called the gruff voice over a clash of thunder towards the shivering teen.
" Jus' a second Logan!" Rogue turned, her back towards the man again as she heard him grumble about his cigar getting wet," Momma ah also know that ah'm not tha only one that needs ta make peace with ya, yer son Kurt does...although ah think he's goin' bout it a lil betta then me an' ah'm gunna take care o'him fer ya be a good big sista...ah jus' want ta say thanks fer all tha lessons in life ya've taught me ya did alotta good among tha bad fer me an' even tha bad taught me stuff....ona these days we'll as in me and mah new family tha X-Men will try ta find a way ta fix ya ah promise ya that. Good night Momma an' ah love ya." An ungloved hand met her cold lips and blew a kiss down towards the face set in stone, down towards the only woman she ever called Momma.
" Ready to go now kid?" Logan pushed off from the tree and stepped forward offering the shivering sick teen his brown jacket," Here. Put this on don't need you getting any more sick now."
With a brief nod and a sigh, Rogue took the jacket and slipped it on," Thanks."
The rest of the way back to the mansion the two walked in silence, both thinking, but about different things. Logan thought about what exactly Rogue had been through and if he could relate and she could relate to all the horrors he himself had been through, she was indeed like a daughter to him and one that was maturing very fast. He had heard some of what she said while he waited against that tree, her additude made him proud about the fact she was willing to forgive her Mother for all the things she had put her through. Even Logan as much as he has changed since joining forces with Xavier could never really forgive anyone for some of the things he's been through, his scars. Again out of fatherly love for the girl his arm settled around her shoulders," Yer a good kid Stripes, took alot of guts to say some of what you did back there."
Rogue nodded," Ah know...an' again Logan thanks alot sometimes ah dunno whut ah'd do without ya...an' ah'm sure that some of tha other kids would say tha same yer really an insperation ta all o'us an' ya understand alot whut we're goin' through 'sepcially me." With that having been said, the teen leaned into the gruff and rough father figure and walked back inside the one place she could always call home. But deep down in her heart it would take time, lots of time to make that pain go away, to make the memories not so unbearable anymore, Rogue has alot of damage emotionally and prehaps she may never truely overcome it and she knows that most of it makes her who she is and who she will become.
(I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone and though you're still with me, I've been alone all along)
He watched from the shadows, demon eyes narrowing slightly," So dat's it huh..her an Wolvie...merde dat's messed up." Remy shook his head the feeling of jealousy creeping into his system, he hadn't heard the words spoke not wanting to get that close for fear the feral man might snif him out. With an almost defeated sigh Gambit headed back towards the Mansion already thinking up ways to win Rogue from Logan.
Author's Note: Mraha! Aren't I juuust so evil. Sorry there's not really any Romy in this Chapter, however the next Chapter will have some I can assure you as Gambit thinks Rogue and Logan are a couple...won't he feel funny when he finds out the truth huh? hehehehehe seeya soon, read and review please!
ishandahalf: Thanks for your two reviews, sorry I didn't say thank you on chapter two I didn't get your two reviews til after I posted the 2nd chapter. *gives brownies for her mistake* glad you're enjoying my story!
roguefan1309: Thanks for reading! You're awesome sooo glad you're loving my story! *gives brownies too*
Yumiko: Glad you loove the Romyness! *also gives brownies*
Legal stuffs: I Don't own X-Men Evolution the WB and Marvel does. (lucky them heh) I would still like to borrow Remy though, even if only til Midnight or whatever. Pwease I'll feed him and love him *grins* and take really good care of him. Nor do I own the song "My Immortal" Evanescence does.
Anyhow onward to the good stuff....
Quick Author's Note: Since Fanfic for some reason won't show Italics from now on lyrics will be in (Lyrics) okay! Glad to have cleared that up heh.
~Telepathy~
'Thoughts'
(Lyrics)
Let Go
Chapter 3: My Immortal
(I'm so tired of being here, supressed by all my childhood fears...)
Rogue layed back in her bed. Outside night had shrouded everything, covering it in a blanket of shadows and darkness. She couldn't sleep, her mind was too full. Sighing the teen slowly and quietly rose from her bed not wanting to wake her sound asleep room-mate Kitty. Surpressing a cough, the bar foot Goth slowly made her way to the glass doors leading out onto the balcony of the room. Still as quietly as she could the auburn and white haired girl openned one of the doors and slipped outside into the fresh air. Her body still ached, the cold she had still present, but she couldn't sleep. No rest for the wicked. Turning a moment to glance over her shoulder making sure the Gossip Queen was still sleeping, Rogue then made her way down the drainpipe to the ground below.
The evening had placed dew on the grass. Rogue shivered slightly as her feet hit the wet greenness. Her green gaze glanced up quickly a moment to make sure no one was paying attention to the Southerner's little night escapade. Once she was sure that Logan wasn't coming after her and that everyone was still asleep the Goth made her way towards the outer area of the Mansion's grounds, there sits near the edge of a cliff a gazebo. Anymore since the night she had killed Mystique, Rogue comes her often to think no matter what the time of day or what the weather is like. It has become a habit to her, a drug of sorts.
Still bare foot and shivering the Mississippian slowly advanced onto the wet wooden flooring of the white gazebo. Each footfall there within like a death march of sorts. One foot slowly before the other until emerald orbs can peer over the edge and down, down , down into the depths were the lies a rolling sea churning and swirling onto the beach only to recoil back again into the murky depths. Down on the sand shore, amongst the rocks and sand rests peices of something like a jig-saw puzzle. Peices to a statue. Peices to the only person she has ever called Momma.
A sigh escaped her lips, tears threatened behind the green gaze...but this time she will not cry or break down. This time she will look upon the woman down there with no fear, no remorse in her gaze. She wasn't really sorry, maybe deep, deep down she was, but on the surface it had felt good to push that manipulative bitch over the cliff. To watch her fall and break into peices at the bottom, just like that old Nursery Ryhme. Slender ungloved hands gripped the broken wood still there, unfixed just yet by Logan. One of the sharper edges that her pale hand gripped drew a little blood. the red liquid ran down her arm and seeped into the sleeve of her pajamas, Rogue ignored the sharp stinging pain and gripped the peice of wood even harder.
(And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. Because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone. These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real. There's just too much that time cannot erase...)
The sky was filling with clouds. Lightning flashed illuminating the rocks below, illuminating that face trapped forever in stone. The one face that would haunt her the rest of her life. Her's mother's face. The mother who she killed. The tears came,"Ah...wasn't gunna cry." At these words from her own lips a flash back came to her...
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"Rogue?" A tender voice called out, blue eyes gazing about a dark room that obviously belonged to a child," Darling, come out it's okay, it's just a summer storm." A young woman mid to late twenties knelt down beside a bed, slender fingers crowned by perfect nails lifting the coverlet of the child's bed," Come to Momma dear."
Large green eyes of a frightened child peered out at the woman," But Momma ah'm scared...ah dun' like tha loud sounds Momma." A crash of thunder echoed through the night," eek!" The little girl only about four years old scooted more so under her bed," Make it go awaaay." Sniffled the child trying to hold back her tears.
" What if Momma comes to you if you won't come to her?" The raven haired woman smiled," And then after the storm is over you, me and Irene can go get some ice cream okay?" A soft smile crossed the young woman's lips as the child nodded. Slowly the slender figure slipped under the bed with the tiny youngster placing her arms around her," You know Rogue, it's okay to cry, crying doesn't mean you're weak."
The little girl nodded slowly," Alright, if ya say so Momma...ah love ya Momma." Tiny chubby arms of a four slowly encircled the woman the best they could," Ah can have cookie an' cream ice cream right?" The child beamed," Let's go now...ah'm not scared anymore!" The tiny voice cried out in victory.
The woman smiled," I love you too baby-girl." Inside the woman was sad however, as the little girl would grow she would become something feared by all normal humans. A mutant, like herself. Raven Darkholme didn't know what to do but love the child and make her feel welcomed despite the visions of the future Irene has seen instore for them all.
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( When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears and i've held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me...)
Rogue shook her head slowly," Why Momma...ah loved ya why'd ya hafta go an' do tha thins' ya did ta me?" Ungloved hands moved up and down her own arms, she was shivering...she hated the memories, she wished she could replace them or pretend they belong to one of the people she's absorbed over the years, but she can't. They are her's no question about it and they are her cross to bear.
"Stripes. What you doin out here?"
"Logan....ah...ah..nuthin'." She didn't turn to face the gruff sounding man behind her," Jus' thinkin'...s'all."
The short Canadian nodded," Well you got a right to think kid, but not out here in the middle of the night when yer sick." The mentor placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. Rogue is like a daughter to him and to see her like this was tearing him up inside," Anything you wanna talk about hm?"
Rogue tried her best not to sniffle," How'd ya know ah was out here?" The tall lanky teen kept her back to the adult, not wanting him to see her like this.
" Halfpint." Logan grunted," Phased into my room screaming that you were gone and the balcony door was open."Shifting his form, the man stood now beside Rogue arms resting on the railing of the gazabo," I tracked your scent to here. Kinda figured this is where you'd be anyhow." The hand still resting firmly on her shoulder gave a small squeeze," Infact you've been spending most of yer time here haven't ya?"
The Goth nodded slowly wiping tears away with the back of her hand," Yeah...reckon ah have..." The green gaze did not meet the steel blue one that she knew was studying her.
" I know yer crying Stripes. I can smell it." The hand that had been resting on her shoulder pulled her over to him," It's okay to cry kid and don't let anyone else tell ya different."
Her gaze remained locked on rocks below, on the face forever it seemed set in stone," Someone else once told me that too....long time ago." Quickly she moved to hide her hand that was now stained with blood that was slowly drying," An' that someone else in tha end betrayed me..."
He had smelled the blood, he knew it was there," Don't bother hidin that Rogue. I know it's there." He smiled sheepishly towards her as she returned the gesture," And I can promise you this much darlin' I won't betray you. I'm not Mystique and neither are you."
Slowly the teenager nodded, a sigh escaping her lips," Ya think ah was wrong ta push her...like ah did?" Finally the green eyes sparkling with teas averted to look at Logan," Think ah shoulda helped her?...An' fer not helpin her does that make me like her?" She relented to her body this time and allowed it to lean against the man her head finding his shoulder.
" Yes and No kid." The gruff man took a deep breath," I don't blame you for your anger, hell I probly would have done the same thing. But you should have just walked away, you know you really hurt that half brother of yours. No. What you did does not make you like Mystique."
Rogue nodded," Thanks Logan really...ah feel bad now ya know, guilty esspecially tawards Kurt. Reckon ah shoulda thought b'fore ah acted huh?" A sneeze racked her body," 'xcuse me."
Logan patted her arm," See that's what makes you not like Mystique, you regret what you did and she wouldn't have."
( You used to captivate me, by your resonating light. But now I'm bound by the life you left behind, your face it haunts my once pleasent dreams, your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just to real; There's just to much that time cannot erase...)
She nodded again," Ah know...but sometimes it's not that easy, ah mean ah was raised by tha woman." Again the green eyes averted from the steel blue ones," She's tha only woman ah eva knew as Momma. Her an' Irene were mah family...they took care o'me fer mosta mah life an' now all that's nuthin' but a lie or least that's how it feels."
" Look Stripes I know that what you've been through isn't great. I know more then you think I do about feeling like part of your life is a lie, but this you got now isn't the X-Men are your family now and they always will be remember that." Logan then did something very unlike him self to a point, he hugged her," Just don't forget the good times you did have with Irene and Mystique though because deep down those two will always be the motherly figures in your life kid."
Rogue didn't know what to do or say as Logan hugged her. It was deffinitely unexpected and threw her off balance just slightly, in the end she hugged him back," Really thanks Logan ya dunno how much ya've helped me out here." Quickly she pulled away, afraid that she might accidently touch his skin," An' ah know tha X-Men are mah family an' ah ver glad of it too." She smiled a little less sadder this time.
" Well you shouldn't be out here kid and you're welcome." Once more the gruff man placed a hand on her shoulder,"Lets get you inside alright." He turned to walk, but stopped when she didn't move," Somethin wrong?"
The Goth shook her head," No, but can ah have a few minutes?"
Logan nodded," Sure, I'll just wait over here. Make it quick though gonna rain real soon." With that the man left the wooden gazebo and back out into the night lighting a cigar as he waited leaning against a tree nearby.
(When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears and I've held your hand through all of these years, but you still have all of me...)
Her form turned again, glassy green irises staring down, down, down into the abyss below where waves of water churned and met the shore; Down, down, down where the rested a face forever set in stone. For the longest of times she was quiet, content with just staring, just trying to make out the outlines of the broken face on the rocks. How the mouth was frozen mid scream, how the eyes were wide with fear," Ah bet ya were scared when ya touched that thin' weren't ya Momma...ah woulda been scared too." Rogue smiled softly," Ya know it's okay ta be scared, jus' like it's okay ta cry...funny ya told me that cuz ah dun' 'member ya eva cryin' at all." A stray tear slowly rolled down her face, the teen let it go and watched as it fell over the edge and down towards that face cast in stone," Ah'm still angry at ya Momma...fer all tha lies an' hell ya put me through ah dunno if ah'll eva forgive ya or even understand why, but ah'll still love ya an' ah'm still yer daughter an' ah've made mah peace with ya ah hope now."
"Move it Stripes it's starting to sprinkle." Called the gruff voice over a clash of thunder towards the shivering teen.
" Jus' a second Logan!" Rogue turned, her back towards the man again as she heard him grumble about his cigar getting wet," Momma ah also know that ah'm not tha only one that needs ta make peace with ya, yer son Kurt does...although ah think he's goin' bout it a lil betta then me an' ah'm gunna take care o'him fer ya be a good big sista...ah jus' want ta say thanks fer all tha lessons in life ya've taught me ya did alotta good among tha bad fer me an' even tha bad taught me stuff....ona these days we'll as in me and mah new family tha X-Men will try ta find a way ta fix ya ah promise ya that. Good night Momma an' ah love ya." An ungloved hand met her cold lips and blew a kiss down towards the face set in stone, down towards the only woman she ever called Momma.
" Ready to go now kid?" Logan pushed off from the tree and stepped forward offering the shivering sick teen his brown jacket," Here. Put this on don't need you getting any more sick now."
With a brief nod and a sigh, Rogue took the jacket and slipped it on," Thanks."
The rest of the way back to the mansion the two walked in silence, both thinking, but about different things. Logan thought about what exactly Rogue had been through and if he could relate and she could relate to all the horrors he himself had been through, she was indeed like a daughter to him and one that was maturing very fast. He had heard some of what she said while he waited against that tree, her additude made him proud about the fact she was willing to forgive her Mother for all the things she had put her through. Even Logan as much as he has changed since joining forces with Xavier could never really forgive anyone for some of the things he's been through, his scars. Again out of fatherly love for the girl his arm settled around her shoulders," Yer a good kid Stripes, took alot of guts to say some of what you did back there."
Rogue nodded," Ah know...an' again Logan thanks alot sometimes ah dunno whut ah'd do without ya...an' ah'm sure that some of tha other kids would say tha same yer really an insperation ta all o'us an' ya understand alot whut we're goin' through 'sepcially me." With that having been said, the teen leaned into the gruff and rough father figure and walked back inside the one place she could always call home. But deep down in her heart it would take time, lots of time to make that pain go away, to make the memories not so unbearable anymore, Rogue has alot of damage emotionally and prehaps she may never truely overcome it and she knows that most of it makes her who she is and who she will become.
(I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone and though you're still with me, I've been alone all along)
He watched from the shadows, demon eyes narrowing slightly," So dat's it huh..her an Wolvie...merde dat's messed up." Remy shook his head the feeling of jealousy creeping into his system, he hadn't heard the words spoke not wanting to get that close for fear the feral man might snif him out. With an almost defeated sigh Gambit headed back towards the Mansion already thinking up ways to win Rogue from Logan.
Author's Note: Mraha! Aren't I juuust so evil. Sorry there's not really any Romy in this Chapter, however the next Chapter will have some I can assure you as Gambit thinks Rogue and Logan are a couple...won't he feel funny when he finds out the truth huh? hehehehehe seeya soon, read and review please!