Author's note: I just seemed to 'disappear' for a while, didn't I? X . X. I'm sorry y'all, but I had a lot going on.
There was a family death and mom had to go sort everything out, plus I got my karate…but I'll
try to update more regularly from now on ^-^ !
~ 1LiLRoGuE / KaTe ~
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"Mornin' darlin'."
Rogue groaned and rolled…into a very solid something.
"Stop moving," She said thickly to her pillow, which was gently moving in a strange up-and-down motion.
"I hafta breath, Rogue."
Rogue crinkled her eyebrows in sleepy frustration.
"Stop it. Just stay still an let meh sleep!"
Her pillow chuckled.
Since when did mah pillow chuckle? Rogue wondered, confused.
"Oh mah gawd," She said, sitting up abruptly.
"Ah'm sorrahy, Logan! Ah totally foahgot…"
Logan grinned.
"An good mornin' t' y' too. Was wonderin' when yeh'd notice that I wasn't part o' th' bedding."
Rogue giggled and laid her head down on the crook of his shoulder.
"Ah love you," She said affectionately.
Logan's heart pounded a bit faster; he was still unused to be able to be so open with his feelings for her.
"I love yeh, too, darlin'. More than you'll ever know."
Rogue smiled against his chest.
"Enough t' show meh what's in th' bag?"
Logan grinned.
"Not that much."
Rogue slapped his chest and sat up.
"Ah gotta go t' th' bathroom," She announced, stretching her arms wide and yawning.
Logan watched as she slid off of the bed and padded quickly across the expanse of the hotel's green carpet to the white door that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite.
He continued to stare at the door as it closed, only partially aware of the tickling sensation that had begun somewhere in the back of his mind.
Logan suddenly realized that Rogue had already returned, and was now sliding back into the bed beside him, her eyes trained on his face.
"What's wrong, shugah?" She asked with a concerned tone.
Logan shook his head to clear it.
"Oh---nothin'…I don't think."
Rogue watched him for a moment longer before shrugging amiably and wrapping her arms around his bare torso, enjoying the sensation of her skin against his.
Logan turned around and returned her embrace, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.
"What yeh thinkin' about?" He asked softly.
Rogue smiled.
"Ah just can't believe that we'ah having a baby togethah," She said shyly.
"Ah nevah would have thought-----you an meh."
Logan frowned, his mind straining against something.
"Wait a minute---what about---what's his name?"
He suddenly realized that his son's name was a complete blank to him.
Rogue pulled out of the embrace and looked at him strangely.
"Huh?" She asked in a puzzled tone.
What am I talkin' about? Logan wondered, gazing into Rogue's emerald-like eyes.
Give in. Don't try to think. It's okay. It's so much easier to forget.
Logan shook his head and grinned.
"Nothin', darlin'. I was jus' ramblin'."
Rogue paused for a second, her eyes vacant as though she wasn't really seeing him.
Then----
"Oh, okay," She said with a soft smile.
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The woman with the blazing red hair opened her green eyes with a smirk.
"Finished." She purred in a silky tone.
A man sitting in the shadows across the table from her looked pleased.
"Excellent work, Madelyn. Was it hard?"
The woman named Madelyn shook her head.
"It didn't take much effort on my part, no. Wolverine's weapon X training might seem impenetrable---but he doesn't always have his guard up. Sometimes he doesn't bother cloaking his mind---especially when he's---paying attention to------"
She didn't finish her sentence, but somehow the man across the table from her became filled in on her exact meaning by the complicated explanation.
"Ah. I see. And the girl?"
Madelyn's smirk grew.
"Not at all. Rogue's mind is quite unstable from the many personalities she's absorbed over the years. There are too many scraps and pieces for her to keep together in the hopes of maintaining basic sanity for her to even try to attempt even the slightest blocks. She began to crumble right from the start. She didn't even notice the first stages of my little job---her concern for her baby was much milder than it rightfully should have been. Lately, she hasn't even given it a thought."
The man nodded.
"And they have no idea of this project of ours?"
Madelyn shook her head of blazing red hair.
"None. I was careful to erase even the finest traces of tampering."
The man leaned back in his chair.
"So they will not attempt to look? They have, indeed, completely forgotten?"
Madelyn crossed her arms.
"Why do you bother asking such foolish questions, Nathan? You know I always accomplish my goals. They stood no chance against powers such as mine, especially when caught unawares. They will not search for the child, you have my word. In fact, they have completely forgotten his existence."
The man considered this.
"What about the other X-men? Cyclops and Jean Grey, especially. And Professor Xavier."
Madelyn's expression hardened at the mention of the X-men's leader and his fiancée.
"You know I will spare that foolhardy man and his red headed slut no pity, Nathan! Jean Grey and the Professor will be harder, but even that bald-headed old coot is no match for the Phoenix's powers. I promise, not one of the X-men will remember even the events that led to this baby by sundown!"
The man named Nathan nodded in the shadows.
"Very well, Madelyn. Remember, I am counting on you to do this right."
With that he stood up and left the red headed woman to her work.
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