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This is a two-part one-shot Rogan. It other words: Rogue/Logan. I know you Romy fans are preparing your pitchforks and torches, but hell, Rogue and Logan would be a good couple. Nods to the many Rogue/Logan fansites.
This is Evoverse, and set a while after the last episode of X-men evolution
Part one: Another break up.
Logan was trying to get some sleep. He had just come back to the institute from one of his many "Constitutionals", and had found Rogue and Remy fighting AGAIN. Ever since the apocalypse incident, those two had been on and off more than a freaking light switch.
When he left for his cabin, Rogue and some of the others bid him farewell. Remy wasn't among them, though. He and Remy never really hit it off. Then Remy left the acolytes and came to the institute, the two were at odds often, and many times they had to stop the danger room sessions to split the two up.
Logan came back to the institute a day ago, hadn't had any sleep for about a week. Not that he really got much sleep anyway, but even he needed the rest. When he got back, Kitty and Jubilation were leaving the institute. They warned him that Rogue and Remy were fighting again.
"Aw, hell. Are you kiddin'?" Logan asked, watching the two.
"No. The two are like, biting each others heads off." Kitty said, then the two made their way to the garage. Logan winced once he realised this. What driving instructer in their right mind would give her a license?
Logan sat up when he heard a vase break. "Dammit.." He stepped out of his room and looked around, Remy was against the wall, some cuts on his face and hands, and peices of a vase at his feet. "Chere!"
"Don't call me that! Say that to your WIFE!" She threw another vase, and it smashed into the cajun.
Wife? Logan thought, then shook his head. "Not my problem." And went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge for a beer, but couldn't find any. "Dammit..."
He remembered the stash he had in the garage, and walked towards it. He got inside and sat on the hood of his beat up jeep, drinking the warm whisky from an old flask, trying to get some quiet in this place.
He had a record of 5 minutes of silence when the institute doors were slammed. "Get outta here!" Rogue shouted, Logan just imagined what object she was going to throw at the cajun. He put the stopper on the flask and walked out of the garage.
He passed Remy on his way out, and the two exchanged looks. Logans look meant: "Whadja do this time?" Remy's meant: "I don't wanna talk about it."
Remy could be liked by everyone, and he could be hated by everyone. He was too cocky for some of the people at the institute. When he came around the corner, he saw Rogue leaning against the institute walls in her protective clothing, looking like she was on the verge of crying.
Logan stopped for a minute to grab a cigar and light it. "What's with Gumbo, darlin'?" He asked, walking over.
"We had another fight.." She said in her southern accent, doe like eyes brimming with tears.
"No kiddin'? I thought you chucked furniture at him when you were in good moods." She looked at him seriously, he bit down on the cigar and exhaled smoke. "I'm just kiddin', Darlin'. What happened?"
"He has a wife." She said quietly. "He had a wife while we've been dating this long!"
"He was married?" He took another puff on the cigar. "Damn. How'd you find out?"
"Got some letters in the mail." Rogue wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I told him to get outta here and back to new orleans."
Logan put out his cigar, then motioned to the door. "C'mon, darlin'. It always helps T'trash some of yer ex's stuff to get over 'em." He smirked. She laughed slightly and walked inside. She led him to the room tha she and Remy had been sharing for a while.
He looked around, the place was already trashed. "Well... Looks like Y'already took care of that part..."
She picked up a shattered picture of her and Remy, then looked at Logan. "Yeah... Could use a hand cleaning up, though." She glanced at him, smirking.
Logan walked over to the trashed bed, kicking the frame. The bed fell apart. "Yer gonna need a hand with this, darlin'." He pulled the mattress off and began to take apart the frame. "Leave it to chuck to trust you two with a wooden frame.."
Rogue went and got a few garbage bags, which were soon filled with the broken items in the room. He picked up a smaller TV. "This yours?"
"No, it's Remys." She said, looking over.
"'kay." He dropped it and the screen shattered. He picked it up and put it in one of the bags. "What time is it?"
"About 5:00.." She said, picking up some more of the trash. "We're about done, though. Thanks, Logan."
"Five?! Shit, we started this at least four hours ago, Darlin'.." Logan said, looking over at her. "Hell, this is the longest I've been alone with one person in this place."
Rogue nodded. "Yeah, the students leave you alone when they think there's a couple." Logan raised an eyebrow, she shrugged. "You remember what it was like to be a teenager? Rumor-mill's probably at full speed."
He shook his head. "I don't remember a whole lot, Rogue, but I'll let that one slip." She laughed a bit. "It'll 'Prolly take a while fer chuck T'getcha a new bed frame. I wouldn't worry 'bout it though, just find one of the empty rooms." He dusted himself off, and began to the doorway.
"Don't worry, Logan. I've already got your key." Rogue said, Logan raised an eyebrow and glanced back at her smiling face.
"What, now you think yer roomin' with me?" He asked, she walked over and flicked his nose.
"I'm not a student anymore, Sugah." She said, looking him in the eyes as he rubbed his nose.
"Fine. Jus' don't break anythin', okay?" Logan asked. "I'm going out fer a drink.." He said, then began to walk out.
He got into the garage and onto his old motorcycle. He revved it and drove out of the garage and away from the institute. He headed to this small bar outside of Bayville that he always used to go to to get away from the students.
He sat on a barstool and began to think. The 'rumormill'? When they think there's a couple? Suppose the five hour alone time may have done good. He always hated it when those two fought, not because he thought Remy could be good for her if he got his shit together, but because he hated seeing Rogue get hurt.
He grabbed the beer infront of him and took a drink. Man, was it better than that warm whisky. He glanced over as someone sat next to him. "Hey, Mon ami." Remy said, sighing.
"What the hell are you doin' here, Gumbo? Thought Rogue ran you off to New Orleans by now." Logan glared at him.
Remy looked at him. "So Rogue has de mighty Wolverine on her side now?"
Logan took another drink of his beer. "When I see one of my former students 'bout to cry, I'm always on their side, bub."
Remy raised an eyebrow, then ordered a beer. "So what? You're gonna give Remy a lecture or somethin'?"
Logan finished his beer and set it down, then stood up and punched Remy square on the jaw. "Nope. Not good at given' speeches, Gumbo."
Remy had been knocked out of his chair, the others in the bar looked over to see what was going on. "Trust me, Logan. You do not want to fight me."
Logan cracked his neck and grabbed Remy by the collar of his shirt. "Yeah, not here anyway. That's what parking lots are for." He threw Remy into the door. "C'mon, Gumbo."
Remy opened the door and walked through, Logan followed and so did some of the barflys.
Remy reached for one of his cards, but Logan grabbed his wrist. "No powers. Just you and me, bub."
Logan backed off and removed his jacket, as did Remy. The barflys made a ring around them and began the normal drunken cheering.
Logan cracked his knuckles and looked at Remy. They began to circle each other.
The last thing Logan thought before the fight started was:
Oh, This'll be fun.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kinda bastardized him more than I meant to, but hey.
This is a two-part one-shot Rogan. It other words: Rogue/Logan. I know you Romy fans are preparing your pitchforks and torches, but hell, Rogue and Logan would be a good couple. Nods to the many Rogue/Logan fansites.
This is Evoverse, and set a while after the last episode of X-men evolution
Part one: Another break up.
Logan was trying to get some sleep. He had just come back to the institute from one of his many "Constitutionals", and had found Rogue and Remy fighting AGAIN. Ever since the apocalypse incident, those two had been on and off more than a freaking light switch.
When he left for his cabin, Rogue and some of the others bid him farewell. Remy wasn't among them, though. He and Remy never really hit it off. Then Remy left the acolytes and came to the institute, the two were at odds often, and many times they had to stop the danger room sessions to split the two up.
Logan came back to the institute a day ago, hadn't had any sleep for about a week. Not that he really got much sleep anyway, but even he needed the rest. When he got back, Kitty and Jubilation were leaving the institute. They warned him that Rogue and Remy were fighting again.
"Aw, hell. Are you kiddin'?" Logan asked, watching the two.
"No. The two are like, biting each others heads off." Kitty said, then the two made their way to the garage. Logan winced once he realised this. What driving instructer in their right mind would give her a license?
Logan sat up when he heard a vase break. "Dammit.." He stepped out of his room and looked around, Remy was against the wall, some cuts on his face and hands, and peices of a vase at his feet. "Chere!"
"Don't call me that! Say that to your WIFE!" She threw another vase, and it smashed into the cajun.
Wife? Logan thought, then shook his head. "Not my problem." And went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge for a beer, but couldn't find any. "Dammit..."
He remembered the stash he had in the garage, and walked towards it. He got inside and sat on the hood of his beat up jeep, drinking the warm whisky from an old flask, trying to get some quiet in this place.
He had a record of 5 minutes of silence when the institute doors were slammed. "Get outta here!" Rogue shouted, Logan just imagined what object she was going to throw at the cajun. He put the stopper on the flask and walked out of the garage.
He passed Remy on his way out, and the two exchanged looks. Logans look meant: "Whadja do this time?" Remy's meant: "I don't wanna talk about it."
Remy could be liked by everyone, and he could be hated by everyone. He was too cocky for some of the people at the institute. When he came around the corner, he saw Rogue leaning against the institute walls in her protective clothing, looking like she was on the verge of crying.
Logan stopped for a minute to grab a cigar and light it. "What's with Gumbo, darlin'?" He asked, walking over.
"We had another fight.." She said in her southern accent, doe like eyes brimming with tears.
"No kiddin'? I thought you chucked furniture at him when you were in good moods." She looked at him seriously, he bit down on the cigar and exhaled smoke. "I'm just kiddin', Darlin'. What happened?"
"He has a wife." She said quietly. "He had a wife while we've been dating this long!"
"He was married?" He took another puff on the cigar. "Damn. How'd you find out?"
"Got some letters in the mail." Rogue wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I told him to get outta here and back to new orleans."
Logan put out his cigar, then motioned to the door. "C'mon, darlin'. It always helps T'trash some of yer ex's stuff to get over 'em." He smirked. She laughed slightly and walked inside. She led him to the room tha she and Remy had been sharing for a while.
He looked around, the place was already trashed. "Well... Looks like Y'already took care of that part..."
She picked up a shattered picture of her and Remy, then looked at Logan. "Yeah... Could use a hand cleaning up, though." She glanced at him, smirking.
Logan walked over to the trashed bed, kicking the frame. The bed fell apart. "Yer gonna need a hand with this, darlin'." He pulled the mattress off and began to take apart the frame. "Leave it to chuck to trust you two with a wooden frame.."
Rogue went and got a few garbage bags, which were soon filled with the broken items in the room. He picked up a smaller TV. "This yours?"
"No, it's Remys." She said, looking over.
"'kay." He dropped it and the screen shattered. He picked it up and put it in one of the bags. "What time is it?"
"About 5:00.." She said, picking up some more of the trash. "We're about done, though. Thanks, Logan."
"Five?! Shit, we started this at least four hours ago, Darlin'.." Logan said, looking over at her. "Hell, this is the longest I've been alone with one person in this place."
Rogue nodded. "Yeah, the students leave you alone when they think there's a couple." Logan raised an eyebrow, she shrugged. "You remember what it was like to be a teenager? Rumor-mill's probably at full speed."
He shook his head. "I don't remember a whole lot, Rogue, but I'll let that one slip." She laughed a bit. "It'll 'Prolly take a while fer chuck T'getcha a new bed frame. I wouldn't worry 'bout it though, just find one of the empty rooms." He dusted himself off, and began to the doorway.
"Don't worry, Logan. I've already got your key." Rogue said, Logan raised an eyebrow and glanced back at her smiling face.
"What, now you think yer roomin' with me?" He asked, she walked over and flicked his nose.
"I'm not a student anymore, Sugah." She said, looking him in the eyes as he rubbed his nose.
"Fine. Jus' don't break anythin', okay?" Logan asked. "I'm going out fer a drink.." He said, then began to walk out.
He got into the garage and onto his old motorcycle. He revved it and drove out of the garage and away from the institute. He headed to this small bar outside of Bayville that he always used to go to to get away from the students.
He sat on a barstool and began to think. The 'rumormill'? When they think there's a couple? Suppose the five hour alone time may have done good. He always hated it when those two fought, not because he thought Remy could be good for her if he got his shit together, but because he hated seeing Rogue get hurt.
He grabbed the beer infront of him and took a drink. Man, was it better than that warm whisky. He glanced over as someone sat next to him. "Hey, Mon ami." Remy said, sighing.
"What the hell are you doin' here, Gumbo? Thought Rogue ran you off to New Orleans by now." Logan glared at him.
Remy looked at him. "So Rogue has de mighty Wolverine on her side now?"
Logan took another drink of his beer. "When I see one of my former students 'bout to cry, I'm always on their side, bub."
Remy raised an eyebrow, then ordered a beer. "So what? You're gonna give Remy a lecture or somethin'?"
Logan finished his beer and set it down, then stood up and punched Remy square on the jaw. "Nope. Not good at given' speeches, Gumbo."
Remy had been knocked out of his chair, the others in the bar looked over to see what was going on. "Trust me, Logan. You do not want to fight me."
Logan cracked his neck and grabbed Remy by the collar of his shirt. "Yeah, not here anyway. That's what parking lots are for." He threw Remy into the door. "C'mon, Gumbo."
Remy opened the door and walked through, Logan followed and so did some of the barflys.
Remy reached for one of his cards, but Logan grabbed his wrist. "No powers. Just you and me, bub."
Logan backed off and removed his jacket, as did Remy. The barflys made a ring around them and began the normal drunken cheering.
Logan cracked his knuckles and looked at Remy. They began to circle each other.
The last thing Logan thought before the fight started was:
Oh, This'll be fun.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kinda bastardized him more than I meant to, but hey.