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Now on with the story!!

Heaven's A Lie

Chapter 4: Late Night Talks

The music was blasting loudly into her ears but Rogue didn't care. Lifting up her drink, Rogue took a long swig. After she had ran out on Remy back at the institute, she had felt a strong desire for a drink. So she drove downtown in hopes of finding a bar of some sort. The majority of the bars she went into were filled with angry drunks or Friends of Humanity gatherings. So Rogue had to settle on a nightclub deep in the middle of the city. The majority of the people were out on the dance floor while some where passed out at their tables.

It was a bit pathetic. Why did she have to run away like that? How could she do that to Remy? He only said those things because he was worried about her but look what she did, she threw it back in his face and turned away from him.

At the time, Rogue felt lower than a cockroach. She should have just told him what was going on. Yet she already knew she couldn't. If that man found out that she had told, he would probably do something bad to Remy. And she just couldn't live with that kind of guilt.

Rogue glanced around the club, not really focusing on anything in particular. Taking several sips of her drink, Rogue could feel the alcohol taking affect. It caused for a warm sensation to coat her mind, though she wouldn't get drunk. She already knew that, this wasn't the goal she was going for when she left the institute. She just wanted to have some time alone. Just some solitude so she could sort things out.

Rogue noticed as the band began to play some Rock music. That was the main reason why she had come there in the first place. The minute she had walked past the club she could sense that they had good music. (a/n: hope that made sense)

The vibrant sound of the guitars wafted through the room as the group, who introduced themselves as Three Days Grace, began to play.

Rogue turned her attention back to her drink and chugged down the last remains of it. Slamming it down onto the counter, she beckoned for the waiter to pour her another one. The waiter glanced down at her and smiled.

" Having one of them nights eh?"

Rogue returned the gesture.

" Yeah…"

" Want to talk about it?"

Rogue shook her head.

" No, it would make no difference."

The bartender smiled sympathetically.

" Alright hun, but what are you doing down in this dump?"

Rogue glanced around slightly.

" Ya'll have good music."

The bartender laughed, his lighthearted voice drifting through her ears.

" Well that we do… Besides the beer and music, this place is a dump."

Rogue shrugged.

" That may be…but hey, C'est La Vie"

The man raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

" You speak French honey?"

" Yeah, a bit."

The bartender grinned at her.

" Glad to see an educated woman in this place."

This time it was Rogue's time to laugh.

" Ah wouldn't go that far.."

The bartender shook his head.

" No miss, a lot of the people that come in here are real dopes."

Rogue shrugged passively at him.

" The world's filled with them."

" Heh, isn't that the truth…"

The Bartender turned to look at a trio of singing drunks as they left the night club. Turning back to Rogue, his expression filled with concern.

" Listen honey, this isn't a place for someone like you."

If Rogue was her old self , she would have probably taken offense to that but she understood what the man meant. He merely didn't think that she would be able to handling the cruelty of raging alcoholics and their date raping associates.

" It's no prob, sugah, ah am more than capable of handling mahself."

The man remained concerned but nodded anyways.

" If you say so honey."

Rogue smirked.

" Ah know so."

The bartender nodded in acknowledgment and left to go pour a drink for her. Turning back around he handed it back to her.

" Here you go Honey."

Rogue smiled sweetly at him.

" Thank ya kindly, sugah."

The man tipped his head, with a gentleman-like air.

" No problem ma'am, tis my job."

With that, he turned to serve the others. Sipping her ice cold GMD (genuine miller draft), Rogue returned her attention back to the band. They were pretty good, they had a lot of meaning behind their lyrics. Not as good as Linkin Park, InMe, or Korn but still, they were pretty good.

Rogue's mind was so preoccupied that she didn't notice a man slip up beside her.

" Hey what's a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this?"

Rogue turned to look at a tall man with brown hair. His eyes were droopy, probably because of the huge amount of alcohol consumption. She watched as he slumped down in the barstool next to her, then leaning over to place an arm around her. Scowling, Rogue slapped his hand away and faced the opposite way.

The drunk obviously didn't like that because she grabbed her arm. The rancid smell of alcohol and vomit wafted into Rogue's nose. Rogue sneered at him and yanked her arm out of his grasp.

" Keep ya hands t' y'self ya filthy drunk." she spoke with her voice dripping with venom.

The man glared at her.

" I'll do what ever I please…woman.." he slurred drunkenly.

He attempted to grab her arm again but Rogue backhanded him onto the floor. Then she picked up her drink and splashed it into his face and smashed the glass against his skull. A small gash appeared on his forehead from the shards of glass lodged in his skull.

He lifted his hand to his head and felt the blood trickling down his face. Rogue leaned down close to his face, she began to raise her fist towards his face.

" Ah would suggest ya find some other bimbo ta hit on before ah hit on you!"

The man's eyes widened and he scurried away, blending himself into the crowd of dancers.

Sitting back up, Rogue turned to face the amused bartender. Rogue began to dig through her purse for the money to pay for the broken glass. Lifting up five dollars, Rogue handed it to him. Yet he shook his head in refusal.

" No miss, no need fo' that."

Rogue was confused.

" But…"

The man pushed her money back into her hand.

" It was great to see that…"

Rogue laughed.

" Well he had it coming ta him!"

The bartender smiled and turned to the alcohol and fixed her another drink.

" Here honey, it's on the house."

Rogue jumped back in surprise. (a/n: well not literally, you know what I mean)

" Are ya sure about that?"

" Honey, glasses are only temporary but an ass kicking is forever.

Rogue smiled and thanked the courteous bartender.

Rogue took a swig of her well earned drink. The rich flavor coating down her throat. It tasted good, real good. It was just enough to try and take her thoughts away from the recent mishaps.

What she told Remy wasn't an entire lie. She really didn't know who he was, but she had met him before. It was down in New Orleans, she was running away from her father and she ran into him. Of course, he was a lot younger and stronger then. He had grabbed her and took her away.

Because of him, she was always scared. She could no longer trust people, even those that she loved. There was no way Remy would be able to understand. There was no one she was able to confide in.

A grunt distracted Rogue's from her thoughts. Turning, Rogue saw a medium sized man take a seat next to her. Gruffely beckoning the bartender to pour him a drink, the Canadian turned to look at her.

" Enjoyin' de night life Stripes?"

Rogue chuckled aloud.

" Ya could say that."

After that, there was a momentary pause of silence. Both Rogue and Logan sat at the table, listening to the band and sipping on their drinks. Logan was the first to speak.

" They have nice music here, eh?"

Rogue nodded passively.

" Yup."

Rogue returned her attention back to her beer. It had started to become lukewarm, though it still tasted pretty good. (a/n: I don't like GMD, so I wouldn't know) A question was nagging away at Rogue as she sat there, staring at her glass. Continuing to stare ahead, Rogue began to speak.

" What are ya doin' here, Wolvie?"

Logan smirked lightly.

" Ya mean a grown man can't go out fo' a drink, every once in a while?"

Rogue frowned and glanced at Logan.

" Ya know what ah mean, Logan."

She heard him sigh deeply.

" Listen here kid, Gumbo told me ya stormed out on him.."

Rogue shrugged at him, cutting off his sentence.

" That's none of ya business, Logan."

Logan merely smirked at Rogue. He always had more patience with her than with any of the other students. Probably because they were both loners by nature, not just because of their powers. She had been the first one to test his patience while all the same time, gaining an unbreakable bond of friendship.

" Understood Stripes, but ya think ya should be headin back?"

" Why?"

" Cause y' only 19 and you shouldn't even supposed to be drinkin."

Rogue shrugged passively.

" Life is for the livin', Wolvie."

Logan growled deep in his throat. But Rogue knew it wasn't from anger.

" Are ya ready or not, Stripes?"

Rogue glanced over at Logan. Picking up her drink, she took a long swig of the alcohol. After she had polished off the remainder of the liquid, she slammed it down upon the counter.

" Guess ah am now."

Logan shook his head at her and headed out of the bar. Rogue nodded at the bartender and turned to leave. As she walked out of the nightclub, she heard the bartender call out after her.

" Hey Honey!!"

Rogue stopped in her tracks and looked behind her.

" Yes?…"

The bartender raised a glass at her.

" Hope I see you again, Hun…It was a blast!"

Rogue waved at him and laughed joyfully.

" Anytime, Sugah, Anytime.."

With that, Rogue walked out of the nightclub to meet up with Logan. Looking around, Rogue found no traces of his motorcycle anywhere.

" Logan where is ya bike, did ya walk or something?"

Logan shrugged slightly.

" One of them damn kids went on a joyride with it, and crashed it."

Rogue flinched. She knew how much Logan loved his bike. He was beyond the usual mean s of overprotective when it came to his ride. Thinking hard, Rogue was the only one who had ever rode his bike and even that wasn't intentional. Rogue and Logan had went out to get some food provisions when all the sudden their pictures showed up on the news. The cashier had recognized their pictures and pressed some kind of special button underneath the counter, calling up the FOH. The hunters showed up and began a fight with Logan but they feared staying any longer for fear of capture. They had to escape from the friends of humanity and in order for them to do so, Rogue had to hop Logan's bike and drive them away to the cave where the other Xmen were hiding out.

" They are gonna get de danger room ain't dey, Logan?"

Logan growled in response. And muttered something about damn flame chicks.

Rogue smiled and walked over to her car. Starting it, she waited until Logan got into the passenger's side.

They sat in relative silence as Rogue drove down the road. After a small moment, Logan cleared his throat.

" So ya going to tell me or not, kid?"

Rogue sighed in exasperation.

" Really Logan, there's nothing t' tell."

Logan stared at her. He knew that she was lying, he could smell it.

" Well try me Stripes."

Rogue rolled her eyes at his abruptness.

" Fine, Remy believes that ah had sumthin t' do with the car crash earlier."

Logan scrunched his fist up tightly.

" Why would he think that you had something to do with it?!"

Rogue shook her head.

" Not literally…just…"

" Just?…." Logan urged on.

" Nothing.."

As they neared the mansion, Rogue stopped at the gate. Looking over at Logan, she smiled.

" Ah think ah'll just drive around fo' a little while."

Logan cocked an eyebrow at her.

" Are ya sure, kid?"

Rogue nodded her head at him.

" Ah just need t' clear mah mind.."

Logan wasn't exactly happy leaving her on her own. But he trusted Rogue. He trusted her with his own life.

" Sure, Stripes…be careful now."

With that, Logan turned to the gate and punched in the code. He could hear her engine rumble as she hit the gas pedal and sped down the street. She was definetly going to wear out those tires this night.

As Logan stared after the car, he noticed the license plate. It said: SCTT. Chuckling, Logan walked down the pathway to the house.

She was going to catch it when she came back. Scott wasn't going to take the fact that Rogue had stolen his car too lightly. She always took the car, it seemed to fit her exactly. Plus, Scott rarely even drove it.

Unsheathing his claws, Logan watched as the moonlight reflected off of the admantium steel. He was planning to go teach the damn Cajun a lesson for making Rogue so sad.

Yet, Logan resheathed his claws and placed his hands in his pockets.

' Naw, Rogue would be pissed…'

Laughing internally, Logan opened the glass doors to the mansion. Walking in, he took one last glance back at where Rogue once was.

' She had better come back alright.'

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It was nine o'clock in the morning and no one had seen Rogue. It seemed that she hadn't come home last night, like she had promised him. Logan began to pace the floor impatiently.

Remy sat on the living room couch, his head in his hands.

' Where is dat girl?'

Scott stood in the room, fury building up Inside him. Jean was attempting to calm him down but her efforts where in vain.

Scott whipped around and glared at Logan with an intense fury. Though it was shielded by his visor.

" Why would you just let her go?!"

Logan returned his glare with one of his own.

" She's a grown woman Cyke."

Scott glared at Logan.

" I am aware of that, Logan…but she is still young yet."

Logan walked slowly over to Scott.

" Are you saying this is my fault?"

" Well it certainly isn't mine!"

Logan growled fiercely.

" Listen here, bub…"

Remy stood up immediately and threw his hands in the air.

" It be neither of y' hommes are at fault, Remy is."

Kitty walked over to Remy and placed a hand on his shoulder.

" It's like not your fault, Remy."

Remy shook his head at her and sat back down.

" It is his fault."

Before any one could ask why, the sound of a roaring engine grasped their attention. Running to the front door, they saw a sleek black car pull up to the front. The door opened and out came Rogue. Looking calm as ever, as if she had received an inspiration of some sort. She made a real entrance, especially since she had drove around until she was nearly out of gas.

Running up to her, Scott began to rant at the top of his lungs about all the trouble that she was in. Rogue brushed him off with a simple hand wave and walked into the house to meet the groupies at the door.

Logan was scowling at her.

" You're late."

Rogue spoke with a light passiveness mixed with an apologetic tone.

"Sorry about that Wolvie."

Logan nodded at her and walked away. Kitty grabbed Rogue into a huge hug until Rogue pushed her away. She needed to breath someday.

Then she turned to look at Remy. He was staring at her with astonishment and guilt.

" Remy sorry for what he said earlier and…."

Rogue cut him off by placing a finger over his mouth.

" Ssh…It's okay."

With that Rogue leaned and kissed him directly on the lips. Remy smiled at her yet their was still a twinge of worry basking in his face.

" Dat's nice t' know, Chere."

Remy wrapped his arm around her waist protectively. He was afraid that if he let her go she would disappear again. He could feel through his empathy that she was exhausted.

Leaning into his warm arms, Rogue closed her eyes. She was so tired, maybe she shouldn't have stayed out all night but it had helped her sort out her thoughts.

An alarm started to blare off in the institute. Immediately, they all ran down into the control room where Professor Xavier was already sitting. Turning he smiled at Rogue,though his face was crossed with seriousness.

" Good to see you Rogue, I trust that you are sound?"

" Yes Professa, ah'm alright."

" That's excellent, Rogue." he said vehemently.

Yet he had more important matters on his hands now.

But unfortunately we have spotted a disturbance down in

Metro Park."

Rogue looked up at the monitor. And what she saw, sent a chill down her spine. Mystique and the Brotherhood were attacking Senator Kelly and some other Mutant hating rioters.

She just didn't feel up to the challenge of taking on her foster mother yet. But it seemed that she didn't have any other choice.

Turning her attention back to the professor, she noticed him staring at all the Xmen intensely.

" I want you all of you to suit up and stop this before it gets out of hand."

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