"Look, Professor! It's all here." She said placing a stack of papers on his
desk, "This is Logan's past. This is everything he is looking for and more
even."
She looked as Xavier thumbed trough the papers, his expression never changing, but Rogue read it loud and clear.
"You already know." She accused, "You already know all about it don't you?"
"Rogue, there are some things that he needs to find out for himself."
"Why wont you just tell him? It's not like you're afraid of losing him!"
Xavier could see Magneto's personality flash through her eyes.
"You are, aren't you?" she asked taking a step backward.
"Rogue, promise me you wont tell him."
"What?"
"Don't tell him."
"I can't."
~Please, Rogue.~
She suddenly felt sick in the stomach. Logan was her friend; he meant everything to her. She couldn't keep this from him, could she?
"Fine." She growled.
She stormed out of the Professor's office not watching where she was going.
"Whoa, watch where you're going kid. You're going to kill someone at that rate."
Just the person she wanted to see.
"Kid, are you alright?" Logan asked putting both of his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm fine, perfectly fine." She lied.
"And that's why you're crying?"
Damn.
"What happened?" He questioned.
"Nothing, it's just, my head hurts. It's getting a little crowded in there."
It wasn't a complete lie, she kept telling herself as she wiped her eyes.
Logan seemed to accept that, for now.
"Wanna go out for lunch later? You look like you could get out of this place for a while. To tell you the truth, I could to."
"Sounds great. My lunch break is at 11:45."
"What's your class before lunch?"
"Math with Scott."
Logan tried not to waver his expression at the sound of Scott's first name that came from her lips. He'd never heard her call him that before, but somehow he wasn't surprised. He was just a little angry.
"I'll meet you then."
Logan gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze and walked away. Rogue went in the opposite direction trying to calm her stomach down.
This would work.
She would make it work.
*~*~*
Rogue was the last one out of the class. She had already told Bobby she would not be joining him for lunch. Everything was almost set.
"I have to go get my purse." She said to Logan who was standing right outside the door, "I'll be right back."
"Where're you two going?" Scott asked as soon as the girl was out of earshot.
"Out to lunch." Logan casually stated.
"She only has an hour."
"What, are you the overprotective father now?"
"Is that what I am? Tell me then, who are you, Logan?"
Scott smiled as Logan gave no answer and turned to meet Rogue as she walked up to the two.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Let's go."
"See you later, Scott. Tell Jean I give my regards."
"I'll do that. We'll visit Jean later, ok? She's ready to leave the hospital room."
"Ok."
Logan gave Scott one last glare as they headed out the door.
*~*~*
They had found a fast food restaurant nearby. Logan was half done with his burger when Rogue came back from the soda fountain with her drink.
"Gonna come up for air sometime soon?" She asked as she popped the plastic cover off of her salad.
"Ha ha ha." He mumbled as he took his last bate and started slower with the French fries.
They sat there a moment eating in silence.
"You and Bobby, huh?" Logan asked breaking the silence. He'd gotten Snowflake's side of the story and he was really interested on why a girl like her chose a guy like him.
"Yeah." She said nodding, "It's a joke to you, isn't it?"
That's what made Rogue so special to him, Logan thought. She knew him almost as well as he knew himself.
He grinned, "I'm only wondering how it works. Talk about your classic tale of fire and ice. No pun intended."
"There was a pun intended and I myself and not sure how it happened. It's really all one big mistake actually."
Logan raised his eyebrow stopping the hand with his next fry contained snugly between the thumb, pointer, and middle finger in midair.
"That came out wrong. What I meant was that Bobby and I didn't really mean to go out." Seeing the fry suspended in midair she added, "And eat the thing before I make you eat it myself."
Logan put the fry in his mouth, chewed it a bit, that asked, making sure that Rogue could see the gooey fry mess in his mouth, "Why?"
Just like a little child.
Rogue giggled a bit before continuing, "Well, it was a week after you left. Bobby, John and I were becoming great friends and John asked me if I wanted to go see a movie. I said yes and come the day of the movie showing, John landed in detention for improper use of his mutation."
Logan smiled to himself at that part.
"So, I figured there was no harm in going to the movie alone and told John I would see him later. I went and guess who was there."
"Snowflake?"
"Bobby." She corrected with amazing patience, "Bobby was there with his family. Once and a while they meet up for a fun filled family outing and I had accidentally stumbled into it. Bobby motioned for me to come and talk to him and I did. When I was introduced, I got the feeling that they already knew who I was.
"So I sit with the Drakes during the movie and Mrs. Drake invites me to dinner with them. Bobby insisted and I went. It was nice to see a normal healthy family, you know? Anyway, afterwards when Bobby and I headed back to the institute we got to talking. One thing lead to an other and, well, ta da!"
"Just like that? He suddenly became a romantic interest? You suddenly saw him in different eyes?"
"No. The first time I met him he made me an ice rose. He showed me around the school. We ate lunch together many times and sometimes dinner too."
She suddenly realized what she was doing. Talking about relationships with Logan. She blushed.
"You done? With the salad I mean."
"Yeah."
Logan picked up both of their trays and headed to the trash bin. Something wasn't right with her. It was like her body was doing one thing and her mind was off somewhere else. He didn't expect anyone else to catch it; it was that subtle. Maybe he was losing it. He looked over his shoulder at Rogue who seemed unusually depressed now that she was alone.
No, he wasn't losing it. Something was wrong and Logan doubted that it was due to the lack of space in her head. She had lied to him and he wanted to know why.
Maybe ol' One Eye knew about this.
*~*~*
"Hey, Cyke." Logan addressed as he walked into Scott's empty class later that night.
It wasn't completely empty like he had thought. Jean was there too.
"Yes, Wolvie?" Scott shot back.
"This isn't a time for petty games."
"You started it."
"Something's wrong with Rogue."
Scott and Jean's expressions instantly changed.
"What's wrong with her?" Jean asked, stiffly getting out of her seat.
"Has she seemed, a little distracted to you lately? A little depressed maybe?"
"Not that I know of." Scott said, "Why?"
"She lied to me this morning."
"How's that bad?"
"She's never lied to him before, Scott." Jean answered reading Logan's mind.
"It could have been nothing." Scott pressed.
"Or it could have been something. Just keep a sharper eye on her. Tell me if you see anything."
And with that, Logan left the room.
A/N: Just in case you were wondering ~this~ means speaking through minds. Yeah.
She looked as Xavier thumbed trough the papers, his expression never changing, but Rogue read it loud and clear.
"You already know." She accused, "You already know all about it don't you?"
"Rogue, there are some things that he needs to find out for himself."
"Why wont you just tell him? It's not like you're afraid of losing him!"
Xavier could see Magneto's personality flash through her eyes.
"You are, aren't you?" she asked taking a step backward.
"Rogue, promise me you wont tell him."
"What?"
"Don't tell him."
"I can't."
~Please, Rogue.~
She suddenly felt sick in the stomach. Logan was her friend; he meant everything to her. She couldn't keep this from him, could she?
"Fine." She growled.
She stormed out of the Professor's office not watching where she was going.
"Whoa, watch where you're going kid. You're going to kill someone at that rate."
Just the person she wanted to see.
"Kid, are you alright?" Logan asked putting both of his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm fine, perfectly fine." She lied.
"And that's why you're crying?"
Damn.
"What happened?" He questioned.
"Nothing, it's just, my head hurts. It's getting a little crowded in there."
It wasn't a complete lie, she kept telling herself as she wiped her eyes.
Logan seemed to accept that, for now.
"Wanna go out for lunch later? You look like you could get out of this place for a while. To tell you the truth, I could to."
"Sounds great. My lunch break is at 11:45."
"What's your class before lunch?"
"Math with Scott."
Logan tried not to waver his expression at the sound of Scott's first name that came from her lips. He'd never heard her call him that before, but somehow he wasn't surprised. He was just a little angry.
"I'll meet you then."
Logan gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze and walked away. Rogue went in the opposite direction trying to calm her stomach down.
This would work.
She would make it work.
*~*~*
Rogue was the last one out of the class. She had already told Bobby she would not be joining him for lunch. Everything was almost set.
"I have to go get my purse." She said to Logan who was standing right outside the door, "I'll be right back."
"Where're you two going?" Scott asked as soon as the girl was out of earshot.
"Out to lunch." Logan casually stated.
"She only has an hour."
"What, are you the overprotective father now?"
"Is that what I am? Tell me then, who are you, Logan?"
Scott smiled as Logan gave no answer and turned to meet Rogue as she walked up to the two.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Let's go."
"See you later, Scott. Tell Jean I give my regards."
"I'll do that. We'll visit Jean later, ok? She's ready to leave the hospital room."
"Ok."
Logan gave Scott one last glare as they headed out the door.
*~*~*
They had found a fast food restaurant nearby. Logan was half done with his burger when Rogue came back from the soda fountain with her drink.
"Gonna come up for air sometime soon?" She asked as she popped the plastic cover off of her salad.
"Ha ha ha." He mumbled as he took his last bate and started slower with the French fries.
They sat there a moment eating in silence.
"You and Bobby, huh?" Logan asked breaking the silence. He'd gotten Snowflake's side of the story and he was really interested on why a girl like her chose a guy like him.
"Yeah." She said nodding, "It's a joke to you, isn't it?"
That's what made Rogue so special to him, Logan thought. She knew him almost as well as he knew himself.
He grinned, "I'm only wondering how it works. Talk about your classic tale of fire and ice. No pun intended."
"There was a pun intended and I myself and not sure how it happened. It's really all one big mistake actually."
Logan raised his eyebrow stopping the hand with his next fry contained snugly between the thumb, pointer, and middle finger in midair.
"That came out wrong. What I meant was that Bobby and I didn't really mean to go out." Seeing the fry suspended in midair she added, "And eat the thing before I make you eat it myself."
Logan put the fry in his mouth, chewed it a bit, that asked, making sure that Rogue could see the gooey fry mess in his mouth, "Why?"
Just like a little child.
Rogue giggled a bit before continuing, "Well, it was a week after you left. Bobby, John and I were becoming great friends and John asked me if I wanted to go see a movie. I said yes and come the day of the movie showing, John landed in detention for improper use of his mutation."
Logan smiled to himself at that part.
"So, I figured there was no harm in going to the movie alone and told John I would see him later. I went and guess who was there."
"Snowflake?"
"Bobby." She corrected with amazing patience, "Bobby was there with his family. Once and a while they meet up for a fun filled family outing and I had accidentally stumbled into it. Bobby motioned for me to come and talk to him and I did. When I was introduced, I got the feeling that they already knew who I was.
"So I sit with the Drakes during the movie and Mrs. Drake invites me to dinner with them. Bobby insisted and I went. It was nice to see a normal healthy family, you know? Anyway, afterwards when Bobby and I headed back to the institute we got to talking. One thing lead to an other and, well, ta da!"
"Just like that? He suddenly became a romantic interest? You suddenly saw him in different eyes?"
"No. The first time I met him he made me an ice rose. He showed me around the school. We ate lunch together many times and sometimes dinner too."
She suddenly realized what she was doing. Talking about relationships with Logan. She blushed.
"You done? With the salad I mean."
"Yeah."
Logan picked up both of their trays and headed to the trash bin. Something wasn't right with her. It was like her body was doing one thing and her mind was off somewhere else. He didn't expect anyone else to catch it; it was that subtle. Maybe he was losing it. He looked over his shoulder at Rogue who seemed unusually depressed now that she was alone.
No, he wasn't losing it. Something was wrong and Logan doubted that it was due to the lack of space in her head. She had lied to him and he wanted to know why.
Maybe ol' One Eye knew about this.
*~*~*
"Hey, Cyke." Logan addressed as he walked into Scott's empty class later that night.
It wasn't completely empty like he had thought. Jean was there too.
"Yes, Wolvie?" Scott shot back.
"This isn't a time for petty games."
"You started it."
"Something's wrong with Rogue."
Scott and Jean's expressions instantly changed.
"What's wrong with her?" Jean asked, stiffly getting out of her seat.
"Has she seemed, a little distracted to you lately? A little depressed maybe?"
"Not that I know of." Scott said, "Why?"
"She lied to me this morning."
"How's that bad?"
"She's never lied to him before, Scott." Jean answered reading Logan's mind.
"It could have been nothing." Scott pressed.
"Or it could have been something. Just keep a sharper eye on her. Tell me if you see anything."
And with that, Logan left the room.
A/N: Just in case you were wondering ~this~ means speaking through minds. Yeah.
