A/N: Thanks you guys for all the supportive reviews, and as for the spacing
on the first Ch. I'm just going to space the second, and keep going that
way, besides I'm lazy. So. Happy Reading!
Two
I threw open the doors, bawling, walking blindly ending up in the kitchen.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" It was Kitty.
My hair curtained my devastated face. "Bobby," I choked.
"He broke up with you?" She asked concerned.
I meant to say yes, but collapsed on the floor in tears instead.
"Oh Rogue," She said embracing me sisterly.
I hugged her back, sniffling, trying to stop the sobs. I wiped my eyes, and put my hair behind my ears. Two ruby's glimmering.
"What happened?" She asked softly.
"He thought." I hiccuped. "Me and Logan were." I began to cry again.
"I told him no, and he said I was a. a liar."
"What a jerk." She said rather outwardly.
Then a realization struck me. Did I have feelings for him? More then just. Friends? No, no I don't. I decided. But a little voice in the back of my head said Yes. Images of him flashed before me, when we were in Canada. The first day we met to earlier in the Danger Room. When we were on the train, and he promised to take care of me. He didn't say how. Maybe he felt this way too? I had to know. But I waited until later to venture further.
I stood up from my tangled position, watching Kitty, as her eyes kept on me, expecting something. Professor X's voice mystically filled my head.
"Miss. D'ancanto, please report to my office there is something we must discuss." I heave a sigh.
"I'll be back Kitty, X want's me." She nodded, and I took my leave traversing the hallow halls alone.
Except for the lights above giving off a misty glow. I turn left, and place my gloved hand on the doorknob, and carefully open it.
"Rogue, there you are." I spot Logan, and I begin to grow nervous. "As you know, I didn't have you go on today's mission."
"Yes," I answered beginning to wonder what this was all about, and had some idea.
"I wanted you to stay behind because we need a further more intracate investigation. We believe they left license to the whole operation. Logan will accompany you to the warehouse. Thank you Rogue, the team appreciates it."
"No problem." I reply, not expecting this at all.
"Let's go kid." Logan grabs his jacket, and we walk quickly out to the garage, He tosses me a helmet, and straddles the motorcycle. I hop on, and secure the helmet. "Have you ever ridden one of these?"
"Nope,"
He smirks, and kicks the engine into life. "Hold on tight, and relax." I wrap my gloved arms around him, and we take off into the night, my hair whipping behind me. I inhale the scent of leather, and cigars, mixed with his masculine scent. For once in my life I actually feel safe, protected. We weave through thick woodlands, and I take in all of the wind rushing silence. When suddenly. It stops.
"Here we are."
Before us a giant tin Warehouse. Dead foliage crunched beneath my boots, as I watched Logan. His wolf like senses sparked to life, his nostrils flaring, trying to hear the slightest inkling of an intruder.
"Coast is clear, lets go."
I follow him through the thickets, scaling a stream in one jump as Logan's gait ensues, the panoramic view of the Warehouse. He begins to sprint and I nearly trip on an exposed root from one of the giant oaks. He reached it before me, pressing his back against the cold steel. I carefully step, and press myself against it too, and waited for Logan. He turned the corner, and thrust one of his steel claws, and picked the lock, gesturing for me to come. He kicked the door brutally open and peered inside. I follow.
"He said it should be around here somewhere, but be careful, they're might be traps." I nod, and begin my search.
"What is this "License" supposed to look like?" I inquire, climbing on top of a crate.
"You wanna look for tracks first, scuff marks, anything..." I jump off, and venture over toward the shadows. I see something glimmer out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly I'm shoved against a crate, a knife to my throat. My lungs exhale in a scream and Logan stealthily shoves his claws through the conspirator's abdomen.
"I see my handy work is still holding up for you boy."
Logan shoves him down on the floor, and Stryker's face is illuminated from the shadows.
"You, what are you doing here?" He asked venomously.
"I figured I'd see what you and your girlfriend were doing, snooping around here." He flashed a lighter.
"Looking for this?"
"Pyro?" I ask taken aback by the prospect. "Yes, Pyro he's working for me now, surely Xavier said something of the sort to you? Especially after your comrade's demise, pity, she was going to be useful, but I suppose this thing will do."
He said gesturing to me. I begin to slowly, and discretely un-glove my hands. Logan's claws were scraping against the cement in anger, blood surrounding in a pool.
"My dear boy, still know nothing of your past do you? Wolverine."
"Shut up," He hissed. I glare at him, hands bare, and sparking, wanting to kill.
"Now, now pretty miss, let Logan have his fun."
"How dare you." I growl. My fingers slowly curl around his throat.
"Hand it to me." I hiss.
His face begins to slowly loose color, and I grip the lighter out of his uncurling fist. I let go, and Logan withdrew his claws, as Stryker lie unconscious.
"Let's get out of here."
"Fine with me." I reply, re-gloving my hands, and we venture back to where the bike is parked, securing our helmets and once again disappearing into the night.
way, besides I'm lazy. So. Happy Reading!
Two
I threw open the doors, bawling, walking blindly ending up in the kitchen.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" It was Kitty.
My hair curtained my devastated face. "Bobby," I choked.
"He broke up with you?" She asked concerned.
I meant to say yes, but collapsed on the floor in tears instead.
"Oh Rogue," She said embracing me sisterly.
I hugged her back, sniffling, trying to stop the sobs. I wiped my eyes, and put my hair behind my ears. Two ruby's glimmering.
"What happened?" She asked softly.
"He thought." I hiccuped. "Me and Logan were." I began to cry again.
"I told him no, and he said I was a. a liar."
"What a jerk." She said rather outwardly.
Then a realization struck me. Did I have feelings for him? More then just. Friends? No, no I don't. I decided. But a little voice in the back of my head said Yes. Images of him flashed before me, when we were in Canada. The first day we met to earlier in the Danger Room. When we were on the train, and he promised to take care of me. He didn't say how. Maybe he felt this way too? I had to know. But I waited until later to venture further.
I stood up from my tangled position, watching Kitty, as her eyes kept on me, expecting something. Professor X's voice mystically filled my head.
"Miss. D'ancanto, please report to my office there is something we must discuss." I heave a sigh.
"I'll be back Kitty, X want's me." She nodded, and I took my leave traversing the hallow halls alone.
Except for the lights above giving off a misty glow. I turn left, and place my gloved hand on the doorknob, and carefully open it.
"Rogue, there you are." I spot Logan, and I begin to grow nervous. "As you know, I didn't have you go on today's mission."
"Yes," I answered beginning to wonder what this was all about, and had some idea.
"I wanted you to stay behind because we need a further more intracate investigation. We believe they left license to the whole operation. Logan will accompany you to the warehouse. Thank you Rogue, the team appreciates it."
"No problem." I reply, not expecting this at all.
"Let's go kid." Logan grabs his jacket, and we walk quickly out to the garage, He tosses me a helmet, and straddles the motorcycle. I hop on, and secure the helmet. "Have you ever ridden one of these?"
"Nope,"
He smirks, and kicks the engine into life. "Hold on tight, and relax." I wrap my gloved arms around him, and we take off into the night, my hair whipping behind me. I inhale the scent of leather, and cigars, mixed with his masculine scent. For once in my life I actually feel safe, protected. We weave through thick woodlands, and I take in all of the wind rushing silence. When suddenly. It stops.
"Here we are."
Before us a giant tin Warehouse. Dead foliage crunched beneath my boots, as I watched Logan. His wolf like senses sparked to life, his nostrils flaring, trying to hear the slightest inkling of an intruder.
"Coast is clear, lets go."
I follow him through the thickets, scaling a stream in one jump as Logan's gait ensues, the panoramic view of the Warehouse. He begins to sprint and I nearly trip on an exposed root from one of the giant oaks. He reached it before me, pressing his back against the cold steel. I carefully step, and press myself against it too, and waited for Logan. He turned the corner, and thrust one of his steel claws, and picked the lock, gesturing for me to come. He kicked the door brutally open and peered inside. I follow.
"He said it should be around here somewhere, but be careful, they're might be traps." I nod, and begin my search.
"What is this "License" supposed to look like?" I inquire, climbing on top of a crate.
"You wanna look for tracks first, scuff marks, anything..." I jump off, and venture over toward the shadows. I see something glimmer out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly I'm shoved against a crate, a knife to my throat. My lungs exhale in a scream and Logan stealthily shoves his claws through the conspirator's abdomen.
"I see my handy work is still holding up for you boy."
Logan shoves him down on the floor, and Stryker's face is illuminated from the shadows.
"You, what are you doing here?" He asked venomously.
"I figured I'd see what you and your girlfriend were doing, snooping around here." He flashed a lighter.
"Looking for this?"
"Pyro?" I ask taken aback by the prospect. "Yes, Pyro he's working for me now, surely Xavier said something of the sort to you? Especially after your comrade's demise, pity, she was going to be useful, but I suppose this thing will do."
He said gesturing to me. I begin to slowly, and discretely un-glove my hands. Logan's claws were scraping against the cement in anger, blood surrounding in a pool.
"My dear boy, still know nothing of your past do you? Wolverine."
"Shut up," He hissed. I glare at him, hands bare, and sparking, wanting to kill.
"Now, now pretty miss, let Logan have his fun."
"How dare you." I growl. My fingers slowly curl around his throat.
"Hand it to me." I hiss.
His face begins to slowly loose color, and I grip the lighter out of his uncurling fist. I let go, and Logan withdrew his claws, as Stryker lie unconscious.
"Let's get out of here."
"Fine with me." I reply, re-gloving my hands, and we venture back to where the bike is parked, securing our helmets and once again disappearing into the night.