The Twist Inside Chapter 1: Default Chapter, a x-men: the movie fanfic

Title: The twist inside: Harder to Breath
Author: Autumn
Summary: Rogue grows discontent with the way things are progressing with the men in her life.
Rating: PG-13 this part (heats up a bit later on)
Main characters: Logan/Marie
Setting: Post X2
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or Maroon 5. They are the property of Fox, and some record company.
Archive: API, DH, others please ask first.
Author's notes: Rogue has a bit of a temper here. Not something that's usually shown, but I wanted to play with it a bit.

How dare you call my behavior unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle

This place is a tomb. Like a pyramid where the pharaoh was buried and all the guards and servants were buried alive with him or her to serve them in the afterlife. Jean died three months ago, she wasn't a pharaoh or anything but from the way everyone's been acting you'd think that was the case. Jean died and while nobody will say it, she's suffocating us.

There's no emptiness like there should be. We don't see her anymore but it's always there. She's everywhere, surrounding us- concentrated in our daily lives. "Penny for your thoughts Rogue."

Bobby. He's changed a lot since Alkali. His family found out about him and after John's arson trick in the yard they told him not to come back. He lost his best friend and his family in one fell swoop. He's has a lot on his mind, but if I'm honest with myself things started to break well before then. "Nothin' Bobby. Just thinking." I said trying to smile.

"Is it Jean again?"

"Yeah." I said, surprised that he paid attention long enough to pick up on it.

He reaches over to pay my glove. "You're just in the anger phase. You'll get over it in time. Logan will be your friend again, when he gets over it."

Was he even listening to a thing he said? Sometimes when Bobby talks, I just wanna slap duck tape over his damn hole.

"I'm not angry about Logan or Jean. And why do you care so much all of a sudden? You damn well complained about her every day!"

Bobby's cheeks grew red. "Don't you take your temper out on me Rogue."

"Take my temper out on you? What you're all royal now?" I was getting pissed real quickly.

"Just because you didn't like her, it doesn't mean the rest of us didn't." Bobby flew to his feet.

"You didn't Bobby! That's my whole point. It's like-"

"You're just pissed because Logan chose her and not you." Bobby practically spat out.

"If you're gonna talk about me, include me in the conversation-boy."

"We've said all that needs to be said." Bobby replied, turning from Logan to me.

"Speak for yourself." My boyfriend shot me a look and left the room.

Logan and I hadn't been alone in a room together for more than a few minutes at a time since Jean died. He's strange and broody and apparently can't stand to be around me. Which is fine by me since when I see him all I want to do is scream at him, or better yet kiss him. I honestly can't decide which one I'm leaning to right now. Luckily, Logan made the choice for me.

"You got something to say to me about Jean?"

"Nothin' that you wanna hear." I brushed past him.

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I meant what I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breath
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breath

A few days later....

I feel wrecked most of the time now. People look at me like they know the thoughts that I feel even though it's obvious that they don't. It's like being a mutant amongst freaks to be perfectly lame. But why the hell am I the only one who seems to see the hypocrisy in mourning a dead woman that most people thought was- abrasive at best.

Bobby and I only fight about this now and I feel like I'm trapped. I've heard voices in my head but its everyone else who's frickin crazy. Or maybe they're right. Maybe I'm jealous of Jean to some degree, after all nobody made suck a big fuss when I was nearly killed by Magneto. Then again, there's the little fact that I've always thought she was a bitch. I'm not vilinizing her like everyone says I am-I just didn't really like her. Now that she's dead I won't pretend that we were the best of friends.

But it's Logan that's really pissing me off. He didn't like her either, just thought she was a choice piece of ass. Logan's gross that way. Before this he was always honest with me, so why the hell is it surprising to him when I'm upfront with him. He's never been one to flinch at harsh truths before, but now his feelings are fragile as glass.

Everything brings me back to that night on the Statue of Liberty. I learned the most important lesson from a man who tried to kill me; people are the most fucked up species on the planet. We hate each other and kill each other for shoes, or something just as asinine. Then we act surprised when someone dies even though its pretty obvious we're all pretty vulnerable. Its something I learned from him and it is completely true even if he is evil and deranged. At least he's honest about it.

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This double vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground I'm walking on

I caught Logan out by the memorial of Jean in the garden- again. Everything I've been feeling for the past few months boiled up in my blood. I slipped out the door and stopped behind Logan. "You never loved her."

"What would you know about it kid?"

"A hell of a lot more than you. Enough to know the difference between love and lust ya horse's ass."

"Oh right, and you and Iceboy are madly in lust." He snapped.

"I don't love him. I never claimed to." I said pointedly.

"Fuckin' harsh."

"He barely cared when I flew out of that plane Logan. That doesn't really give a girl warm fuzzy thoughts."

"It happened fast Marie."

Was he defending Bobby? "You cared. Or at least you used to."

"Do you even know why I came back here? If you're gonna be a smartass then be smart about it."

"Do you even know why you came back?" I retorted, too worked up to care that he was making an effort finally.

"J-"

"Don't even say it Logan. That's horseshit. Jean wasn't why you came back here."

"So tell me, why am I here?" Logan asked, advancing.

I couldn't remember my arguments all of a sudden. Thought vanished and nothing seemed important except the scent, breath and mouth of the man I was about to kiss.

"I'd certainly like to know." Bobby said. He'd followed me out of the door and watched us argue without catching our attention.

There was hurt in his eyes, and part of me was glad.