Author's note: OMG…..*fidgets*….been sooooooo sooooo SOOOOO very long since I updated this…eeeps….well I had a lot goin on….grandpa died…switched schools….fell in love with a guy, lol…so yeah….anyways, I'm gonna keep updating all my stories periodically from now on, using my spare time….now, here's a BIIIG chapter to appease your hungry appetites! Enjoy! Check out my other stories, most are updated! AND I'm writing a co-fic with my boyfriend! It's up! ^-^ You guys are the best, y'all!
- 1LiLRoGuE // Kate -
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"Ooooh, this place is real naice, shugah!" Rogue said as she stepped into their hotel room, pausing at the elegant doorway.
Logan groaned and shifted Scooter's bulk.
"Darlin'…this dog ain't light…"
"Oh, ah'm sorrahy!" Rogue said, jumping out of his way.
Logan grinned with effort and dumped the canine onto the king sized bed.
"S ok," He said, wiping his brow.
"He's not that heavy but his shape's rather awkward."
Rogue sat down on the edge of the bed.
"D'yah think he'll be ahlraight, shugah?"
Logan shrugged and found himself stroking the dog's head.
"I'll hafta 'xamine 'im first. Go get th' stuff."
Rogue nodded and, moments later, thanks to her powers of sonic flight, reappeared holding a massive load of luggage.
"Okay," She said in a muffled tone as she set the pile of bags and suitcases down on the ground.
Logan sorted through their belongings until he came across what he had deemed as 'Scooter's Bag'.
"Here we go," He mumbled, pulling out the kit and opening it.
Scooter whined loudly.
"Oh, don't be scahed, shugah! Ah'll be raight heah with yah th' whole taime."
Logan sighed as Rogue pressed her nose to the canine's.
"Hold 'im still fer me," He said, reaching out to take Scooter's injured leg in his hands.
Instantly a low growling sound filled the room.
"Scootah!" Rogue said in a disapproving tone.
"Did yah just growl at Daddy?"
Scooter put his ears back with a wise look and wagged his tail.
Logan raised his eyebrows.
"Daddy?" He asked skeptically.
Rogue blushed.
"Yeah. Yah're his daddy, shugah."
Logan snorted but deep inside he felt a tingling of…something.
A stirring.
"I'm no daddy t' no one, darlin'," Logan said in a convincing tone.
Rogue smirked and slapped him on the arm.
"Stop playing Mistah Toughie an help mah poah baby raight theah!"
Logan sighed and reached again for Scooter's paw.
The room reverberated with yet another growl.
"Scootah! Quit it!" Rogue said, tapping him on the nose.
The said Scooter wagged his tail apologetically.
"Logan, ah think ah bettah do it," Rogue said with a sigh.
Logan put a hand to his forehead and made room for Rogue as she scuttled across the bed.
"Nowww theah's a goood boy, Scootah…Mummy's just going t' have ah lil look at yoah owie…"
Logan raised his eyebrows again but made no comment, watching as Rogue ran her fingers ever so lightly down Scooter's leg to the wound.
Rogue bit her lip as she felt the bones in his leg, then smiled and sat back on her heels.
"He's faine," She said in a relieved tone.
"Just some blood an stuff---no break."
Logan grinned and found himself about to kiss her.
Whoah, She's just a friend, bub.
Logan watched as she cleaned the gash up and sewed it together without a mere peep from the finicky canine.
After wrapping the leg in bandages, she leaned back, exhausted.
"Yah're all done, shugah," She said to Scooter, grinning faintly at Logan.
Logan pointed at the ground.
"Scooter. Off."
Rogue shot him a pleading look.
"Oh shugah! Y' wouldn't make him sleep on th' ground aftah all he's been through!"
Logan tried to look stern.
"Rogue, darlin', he's got t' know who's boss. I'm th' top dog 'round here, an what I say goes."
Rogue glared at Logan.
"Oh! An am ah yoah bitch?"
Logan sputtered.
"Well—I---No!"
Rogue harrumphed and patted Scooter's head.
"Then ah have a say in this. An ah say th' naice doggy sleeps with us."
Logan began to disagree, then changed his mind and shrugged in acceptance.
"Whatever y' think is best, darlin'. Now lets get t' bed."
Rogue nodded and went to her bag.
"I…umm...picked up your…stuff."
Rogue looked into the bag and blushed.
"Ohhhh---ah---y' remembahd---thank yah," She stammered.
Logan grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah, well."
Rogue leaned over and kissed him on the part of his cheek that was protected by his sideburns.
"No, reallahy—ah know how hahd it must've been foah yah. Ah really appreciate it."
She got to her feet and took the bag to the bathroom, leaving Logan lying in bed, his cheek burning.
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"I can't sleep."
Rogue sighed.
"What's it now, shugah?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
Logan growled and sat up.
"It's that dog. I swear he's lookin' at me. Starin'. All night. I can't sleep under pressure!"
Rogue slapped him lightly on the arm.
"Oh, cut it out," She said in an annoyed tone.
"He is not staring at you. Scootah theah is a real good boy, aren't you?"
Logan heard the faint slap of a wagging tail.
"Look," He snarled, flipping on the lights and pointing accusingly at the dog's wise, open brown eyes and his golden head held high with his floppy ears slanted back.
"He's watchin' me. I can't take it!"
Rogue giggled and gave Logan a slight shove.
"Oh, get out ahv heah, shugah. He's onlahy looking at yah because y' keep tossing an turning."
Logan snorted.
"I keep tossin' an turnin' cause he keeps starin!"
Rogue frowned.
"Scootah, shugah, could yah laih down an close yahr eyes cause yahr daddy heah feels threatened baih yoah active display ahv rebellion towards his authority."
Logan growled.
"Don't go puttin' any ideas into his head."
Rogue put a hand to her forehead.
"Logan. He's ah dog. Ah can't put any ideahs intah his sweet lil mind."
The said Logan shrugged sheepishly.
"Well, y' never know. Jus' make im stop starin' at me."
Rogue shook her head and looked Scooter in the eye.
"Scootah, laih down an go t' sleep."
The canine returned its head to the cushions and closed its eyes with a sigh.
"How th' flamin' hell did y' do that?!" Logan asked, staring incredulously at the dog.
Rogue grinned and lay back down.
"Logan, now yah're staring at him. Turn off th' laight an go t' sleep. 4 in th' morning is no taime t' start going ovah the many fascinating tips ahv dog training."
Wolverine looked at the dog once more before reaching for the switch and settling himself beside Rogue's warm body.
"'Night, darlin'," He mumbled sleepily.
"Naight," Rogue replied.
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Logan groaned as something tickled his nose and invaded his dreams.
Not Weapon X again, He thought, lazily attempting to shove away his adversary.
"I know what yer doin'…tryin' t' access those chips…y' put in my…brain…eh?"
The moist, ticklish feeling continued…followed by warmth?!
Holy shit, what th' hell are they doin' t' me? He wondered, trying to grasp his opponent with a little more concern and energy.
"I know…what you…you an yer…pals…are up to…" He said in a stronger tone.
He growled convincingly.
"No more…changin'…what's...th' truth…doc…no…more…false…memories!"
A snort of laughter filled the room.
"Logan, wake up!"
Wolverine opened his eyes and blinked, seeing a dark, fuzzy silhouette…
"Fuck! They got my vision! I can't see!" He yelled.
Scooter leapt back with a yelp, terrified.
Rogue howled, rolling off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
"So…funny…!" She gasped between spasms.
Logan blinked and slowly took in the scene: Scooter, cowering at the end of the mattress with an injured look in his eye, shaking occasionally as he whimpered.
Looking at Rogue, he watched as she rocked back and forth on the floor, holding her aching ribs together with her arms.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Yah…dreaming…an…yelling at…Scootah…licking yah nose…"
Logan growled and wiped his wet nose.
"Sheesh! I thought they'd got me an started screwin' with th' chips again."
Rogue burst into fresh spasms of laughter.
"He was just licking yah're nose!" She said, wiping a tear from her eyes.
Logan sniffed.
"Well, make sure he don't do it again."
Rogue grinned and shook her head, but said no more on the subject.
Moving over to the window, she pushed aside the curtain and gasped.
"It's snowing again," She said in a wondrous tone.
Logan spared a glance.
"Yeh. Guess it is."
He saw a tear trickle down her cheek.
"Awww. What's th' matter, darlin'?"
Rogue shook her head and wiped her eyes.
"Ah just remembah how excaited Jubes used t' get whenevah it snowed."
She smiled faintly at the memory.
"She'd get meh an th' girls all dressed up an make us come an play with her."
Rogue looked out at the snow again.
"We used t' have snow faights. Th' rest o' th' X-men an ah used t' split intah two teams an lead charges against each other."
Logan frowned.
"No body ever told me 'bout this."
Rogue looked down.
"We didn't think yah wanted t' hang around with us moah than y' absolutely had t'. Y' weah considahd th' 'scarahy resident hermit'."
Logan's face remained neutral, but inside he felt hurt.
"Most ahv us youngah kids weah afraid ahv yah. Ah was terrifaihd befoah ah got mah invulnerability! Th' oldah residents weahn't scahed, laike 'Ro an Scott."
She pursed her lips in thought.
"Come t' think ahv it, Jean wasn't, eitha. Ah think th' reason she laiked yah was cause yah weah ah risk---yah're completely unpredictable. A change from Scott."
Logan smirked at the mention of his old nemesis.
" Scooter was a regular bag o' tricks, he was. No wonder Jeannie strayed. I used t' wonder what he did with his spare time---probably prepped his socks for battle."
Rogue giggled.
"Probably," She said, gazing out the window again.
"Even foah all his tight-ass tactics, ah still miss him."
Logan frowned and looked down.
"Me too. I miss 'em all."
They fell silent for a moment.
"Ah miss Remy," Rogue said, more tears weaving their way down her face.
"We nevah even had a chance t' kiss. Ah don't think ah evah told him that ah loved him."
She sniffed.
"Ah still love him. Ah don't think ah'll evah stop."
Logan felt his eyes filling up against his will.
"I know how y' feel," He mumbled, trying to blink the water back.
"If it hadn'ta been fer Cyclops, we probably woulda gotten married."
Rogue raised her eyebrows.
"Reallahy, shugah?" She asked in a surprised tone.
"Y' weah that serious?"
Logan looked bitter.
"Course. I mean, wouldn't y' have said yes if Remy had popped t' yeh?"
Rogue blushed.
"That's diffahrent."
Logan sighed.
"No it ain't. I was real serious 'bout Jean. More than yeh'll ever know."
Rogue sniffed again.
"Ah guess she was meant foah yah, shugah. Ah believe everyone's meant foah someone. Yah just met her too dahned late, was ahwl."
Logan nodded glumly.
"An now it's way too late t' be regrettin' lost chances. C'mon, we better get goin', darlin'. Grab Scooter an I'll get th' stuff."
Rogue smiled sadly and clapped her hands.
"C'mon, Scootah, let's go," She called.
Scooter leapt off the bed and ran over to her side, wagging his fluffy golden tail as he went.
Rogue stroked his head before attaching his new leash and leading him down the stairs, stopping every now and then to wipe her eyes.
Grabbing the last suitcase, Logan stopped to look around, his gaze suddenly settling on a lone green glove on the corner of the bed.
Everyone's meant for someone.
Logan snorted, but realized he was inching closer and closer to the glove.
Cut it out, He thought, slightly miffed at the fact that his fingers were now running over the silk of the glove, relishing the smooth green softness.
"It's just a stupid glove," He mumbled, shoving it into his pocket as he turned to leave the room, not willing to accept that the tiny corners of his mind were echoing with the words…
Her glove.
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