So did you like that last chapter? I hope so. If you still haven't re-read this story I suggest you do. I changed some small things that, if you haven't read it for a while, you might not notice. I also changed other things that are very noticeable. Please R&R!
'Till the End
Chapter Eleven
Jewels and Jewelry
"Oh, Logan, honey, it's beautiful!" Marie gasped.
"Here let me put it on ya."
Marie gave the box back to Logan and turned around. Once her gleaming silver necklace was on, though, she leaned back into his chest, loving the feel of his body pressed against her. *This man loves me,* Rogue's mouth quirked at the thought, *the Wolverine needs, wants and loves nothing and no one. But me.* Rogue turned around, wrapped her arms around Logan's neck and kissed him more passionately than they had ever kissed before.
"Wow. Ahem. But that's not it."
"There's MORE?!" Marie started jumping up and down in his arms.
*Not a good idea Marie,* thought Logan as he carefully unwrapped himself. "Yep, of course there is."
"Well?? What is it?"
"I'm not going to tell you, it's a surprise."
"What? Oh, that is so not fair!" Marie was whining, again. "Just give me a hint. One hint, please!
"Okay. Just one hint," Logan warned her, wagging his fore finger in her face. She nodded rapidly, confirming she wouldn't ask for any more information on her surprise. "Don't..." he looked around the room, "Eat..." he whispered, getting closer to her ear and still looking around, "Dessert."
Marie looked up at him as though he had gone insane. "That's it? 'Don't eat dessert. So my surprise, is what, dessert?" Rogue snorted. But stopped when she looked into his eyes. *Deep blue eyes. Eyes that hold the sorrow of an ancient warrior, eyes that hold the love for a young girl. What did I do to deserve him?*
"Yes, my lady," Logan said bowing grandly before her. "Would you also give me the pleasure of your of having you for company at seven this evening in the Danger Room," he looked up at her prepared for her to laugh at him again. Bracing himself for disappointment, hoping beyond hope that she'd say yes. He always felt this, this surge of conflicting emotions, when he asked her for her company. Even if it was just for watching television together, or asking her to dance at a bar (A.N. They lied about her age. Really, who's going to mess with the Wolverine's date? Then you got to think about how little she was actually wearing.)
"Hmm," hummed Marie a sparkle twinkling in her eyes. "Well, I don't know, I am pretty tired."
"Oh, well in that case..." Logan turned around and had his hand on the doorknob, knowing she would stop him from leaving. "Oooof," heaved Logan. A very large object had just jumped onto his back, wrapped its arms around his neck and it's legs around his waist.
"You are a bad, bad old man," Rogue whispered into his ear. And, sliding down his back, let him know exactly how bad she was.
Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding
"As bad as I am, I'm not bad enough to make you late for dinner," Logan opened the door and motioned for her to go ahead of him.
Walking towards the dinning room together, Logan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You still haven't answered me."
"Yes, I'll meet you there at seven," she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hurried into the dinning room.
*Damn girl's gonna get us caught.* But he thought it with a smile, rubbing his hand where her supple lips had touched his cheek.
All during dinner Rogue would glance toward the teacher section of the table, hoping that she could catch her love's eye. The only problem being that every time she looked away Logan, with the same thought in mind, would look over at her. The students never seemed to notice. If they did they usually chalked it up to the weird "Logan/Rogue relationship-thing." Which is how they explained any weird gestures or conversations they'd seen or heard and not understood. Some had seen them hogging the TV and the loveseat in the common room, Logan with his arm around Rogue's shoulder and Rogue with her face buried into his chest. Some of them had wandered into a room where they were having half conversations about people or places that they never mentioned. It was almost as if they had a psychic link through which some words went and while others were propelled towards their mouth.
The student's weren't the only ones who'd noticed the increased amounts of time Logan and Rogue were spending together. But things had changed since Rogue had found out she was adopted. Her mood had gone for a rollercoaster ride. The only people she'd allow to see her were Kurt, her adopted brother, and Logan, her fellow social outcast at the Institute. With their help she'd finally come out of her room, and gone on a mission for the first time in months. A mission that would change her life. A mission that introduced her to Alana Shea, Desert Rose. Now that Alana was gone it was only natural that she seek comfort from those she'd received relief from before. So all the looks they sent each other, not just during dinner but all the time, were ignored.
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After dinner Logan went to make the final preparations to the Danger Room and Marie went to get ready for her "Danger after Dinner" session.
At 7:20 Logan was wondering where in the hell his Marie was. Everything was set, it had taken him, what he felt was, forever to get the holographic program just right and there was no Marie to be seen. Still he hid in the shadows, awaiting her radiant presence to outshine the darkness that always seemed to envelope him.
Close to 7:45 the doors swished opened and in came a creature more beautiful than had ever touched the blue marble called earth, wrapped in a green cloak that hid, not only what she was wearing, but also obscured her angelic face. The doors closed behind the concealed goddess as she revealed her stunning face. Slowly she undid the clasp at the top of her cloak and allowed it to slide down her curvatious figure and pool at her feet. *She's so lovely.* Slipping out of his shadows Logan smoothly slipped his right arm around her waist, took her left hand in his own left hand. He walked the still stunned Rogue toward a red-checkered cloth. On the cloth was an ice bucket with two bottles of chocolate milk, sitting next to the silver bucket were two champagne flutes and slightly off to the right was a picnic basket. This, however, didn't impress the young mutant. Her eyes were, instead, captured by the evening sky, in which a startlingly blue sphere was lazily spinning among the stars.
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When Rogue got to her room she gathered an outfit and any thing she thought she might need to "fix" herself up then she ran into the bathroom that she and Kitty shared. When she had finished getting dressed and putting on her face she could hear Kitty playing music in their room. **What am I gonna do?**
**Why don't ya use some dose powers Ah've bin teach'n' ya?**
**Really? But, what if she knows I'm in here?**
**Here's what chya do baby...**
And so after seven minutes of waiting for the right opportunity Rogue made Kitty want to listen to a different CD. After Kitty had several CDs in her hand Rogue, telekinetically, made her drop them. When Kitty bent over to gather her CDs Rogue quickly phased through the door. She was able to grab her cloak from the bureau and phase back into the bathroom before Kitty had finished picking up the CDs. Deftly throwing the green cloth around her shoulders, she flung the hood over her head covering her face. Rogue walked out of the bathroom, opening the door this time, as Kitty finished changing her CD.
"I'm going out," Rogue told Kitty her voice coming from the vast darkness beneath her hood.
"Oh!" Kitty squealed excitedly. "Do you have like a date or something?"
Rogue had started crossing the room once she had told Kitty that she was leaving. Rogue stopped dead in her tracks. She had never thought the valley girl would consider the possibility that she would have a date seriously. *Things have changed so much.*
"O.M.G. You do! This is, like, so exciting. Do I, like, know him?" Kitty had grabbed onto Rogue's cloak and started to pull on it, begging for an answer. Unfortunately it showed Kitty exactly what Rogue was wearing. Kitty almost dropped dead with surprise at the green mini-skirt, black tube top and black sandals that had ribbons lacing up her long legs. But was in for another shock as Rogue took off her hood revealing her spotless face. In fact the only make-up the former Goth was wearing was some Pretty in Pink lip gloss she'd been keeping hidden in the bottom of her purse.
"You can NOT go out with that on."
"You know Katherine that is the first complete sentence you've said to me with out the words 'like' or 'oh' in it."
"Did you, like, call me Katherine?" Kitty was appalled that anyone other than her mother would call her that.
"Yes, I did. And if you are good and don't tell anyone, anyone at all, that I went out looking like this I will give you the download on who he is and what we did. Do we have a deal?" questioned Rogue, holding out bare hand for Kitty to shake and seal the deal.
Kitty gasped and, needing to know more than anything what her roommate was up to, grabbed the edge of Rogue's cloak and, covering her hand, shook on it. Rogue laughed gaily at how Kitty had behaved. She turned, hiding herself within her cloak once more and started for the door. When she reached out for the handle she hesitated, looked back at the shock-still Kitty and, using Kurt's powers, "bamfed" out of the room and onto the ceiling in front of the Danger Room.
After using her new powers to, telepathically, check the area Marie entered the code to get into the Danger Room. Walking in she didn't notice much as she was focused on the, in her words, "stupid, fucking, god damn catch." After finally getting the catch undone she looked around and almost passed out in disbelief.
She was on the Moon. There was a cute little picnic over to the right, but Marie couldn't stop looking towards the sky. The sky looked as though it were a jeweler's display. Diamonds scattered all over a soft velvet cloth, a precious stone as the centerpiece, Earth. Logan had come out of the shadows and led her to the little picnic. When they were seated Marie seemed to breathe in the beauty of this crater filled satellite and it's clear sky.
"Ow!"
"What? What, are you okay???"
"Yeah, D.R. decided she'd give us a little privacy and astral projected herself out of my body."
"That's a mouthful," Logan replied smiling in obvious relief.
"It certainly is. Now tell me there's food in that basket."
Laughing Logan took out the goodies he'd managed to make.
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After claiming a headache and canceling all his appointments for the remainder of the evening Charles Xavier struggled into bed and fell fast asleep.
If one had the power to walk through dreams the sight that would have greeted one that night would have been a story of love and jealousy, of life and dreams, and of hope and despair.
A story very much like this one...
They were all dancing, laughing, talking... Dancing... Dancing...
"I'm dancing," Charles stated simply. "I must be dreaming." Turning around Charles Xavier observed those around him, discovering that it was his birthday party. His 21st birthday party, that is.
"All ways one to point out the obvious Charles," said a demure whisper from the balcony behind him.
"I am dreaming."
"Yes, Charles you are. But just because your dreaming doesn't mean that I'm not really here. Oh, please don't look at me like that. I've missed you Charles."
"I've missed you too, Alana."