Rating PG-13
Okay, and here we all are. I'm in an updating kind of mood now so expect me to maybe even finish. Gasp Shock Horror
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"Kid, tell me what's wrong?" Logan paused, "Come on, how can I help you fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong?"
Rogue sobbed into his chest. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know where to begin. She was so angry. But…she was so sorry at the same time.
Part of her was so angry she wanted to scream. How could he say that to her? How could he even think that she would consider seriously endangering her child? Their child? She had been prepared to take her chances on protecting their daughter in battle, just for the sake of having a chance to protect Bobby and all their friends. But there was no way she would…her tears came back full force.
She was sorry though. She'd pushed him. She'd just…taken everything he'd said the worst way possible. The way he didn't mean it and she knew that. "Rogue please…tell me what's wrong."
She just nestled her way further into his shoulder. "R…Marie please."
She tried to still her crying and sat up to wipe her face, "I just had a fight with Bobby. I…I said some horrible things to him. Things that I…well, things that I didn't mean. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just…I sort of wanted to fight with him because I was so angry at…"
Logan filled in the blanks for himself, "You were angry at the fact that you can't fight. And you took it out on Bobby because he'd never wanted you to fight in the first place."
Rogue nodded, "I just, I wanted someone to blame. It's just…not like me."
Logan sighed, the very thought that he was about to become both her mother and her father scared the crap out of him…and kinda freaked him out too, "Rogue has it ever occurred to you that maybe you're not yourself right now. At least not just yourself."
Rogue frowned at him, "I don't get it."
"Rogue you're pregnant. You're not thinking clearly. Pregnancy affects women strangely all the time. And you're not exactly carrying a normal baby."
She thought for a second, "It's still no excuse. I was horrible to Bobby, really horrible."
Logan smiled, "It's not an excuse. But it is a reason."
Rogue smiled back a little, "Do you think…"
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Logan, is she in there? Come on please, I need to talk to her!"
Logan looked at Rogue, who shook her head. He opened the door a crack, "Bobby, she just needs a little time."
Bobby stuck his foot in the door, "Logan, look, I know that you're only trying to help, but I need to talk to her."
Logan pushed the door, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make his point, "Bobby, whether you think I'm helping or not, you are certainly not. I know she said some things…but she's pregnant and you have to be patient. Give her some time."
Bobby almost squared up, but stopped himself, whether or not he wanted to see Rogue was irrelevant. Right now, she didn't want to see him. He took his foot out of the door, nodded and turned away.
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Magneto was talking. Pyro was listening. Everyone was listening. Five days. That was how long they had left. In five days, Magneto would begin the war.
So be it. Pyro didn't know what was going to happen then. But he knew that something would. Whether or not it worked out was another subject. Five days was fine. Pyro looked up at Magneto and over at Mystique, they were all he had left now.
They had wanted it that way. He knew that and it made him angry but at the end of day, it was still the same point. He had them, he didn't have anything else. They were his motivation.
Pyro fought the urge to throw up.
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Rogue lay in Logan's bed staring up at the ceiling. He had graciously offered it to her while taking the sofa, and he had said some other things too. Things that made a lot of sense, too much to ignore.
She had been honest, she'd told him what she'd said to Bobby and what he'd said to her. Logan had become quite parental with her, she smiled at the thought of it. Told her quite plainly that she had been out of order and then conceded that Bobby had been out of line too.
Then at the end he'd said that it didn't matter really, because Bobby had still come after her.
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Rogue slipped through the door of her room to see Bobby lay in bed with his eyes open. He looked at her when she entered and she could tell that he was trying to read her mood.
She smiled and took off her coat. Once she had undressed she slipped under the covers, Bobby was still looking at her in concern. She kissed him gently and rested her head on his chest. She felt him sigh deeply and tighten his arms around her back. She knew he was sorry and he knew that she was sorry. That was enough.
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Pyro ticked off the guns one by one. Then he ticked off the rounds of ammunition they still had. He was keeping himself busy, trying to ignore the feeling.
He checked over the condition of the body armour. All of it was fine. One of his priorities had been to ensure that enough body armour was available for every mutant who was going to go into battle. Safety first, it had been one of her priorities too. He clenched his teeth, he wasn't going to think about that. He wasn't going to think about her. Not if he was going to keep going.
"Everything present and correct?"
He spun around when he heard Mystique's voice behind him, "Oh…yeah. Yeah, everything seems to be hear that we could need."
"Good. We only have a short time left."
"I know," his face hardened, "Don't worry, it'll all be right."
She smiled, "I know."
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When the knock at the door came, he was ready to open it. He had been expecting her, "Come in, my dear."
Mystique strode through the door, "He knows."
Magneto sighed heavily, he had suspected but he had hoped that it wasn't the case, "How is he reacting to it?"
Mystique shook her head in confusion, "It's difficult to say. He was rigorously checking all the equipment, it doesn't seem to have put him off the idea of fighting."
Magneto raised his eyebrows, "Well, that's promising. He has not said anything to either one of us, perhaps he may be putting it all behind him." Mystique nodded hesitantly, "You don't think so?"
Mystique met his eyes and shook her head more firmly, "No, I don't."
Magneto sighed again, "Neither do I."
After a pause Mystique continued, "I don't think he's going to back out though. It seems to mean more to him now than it ever did."
"Well then perhaps this situation is salvageable. We cannot go ahead with our plan without him and we cannot afford any more delays. We need Pyro to clear a way for us, he is the only one with the skill and the willingness, and the fire breathers are certainly not going to help us. Since Athena's death they have become more and more reticent."
"Well, in that case we have to go ahead as planned. We can…" their conversation was interrupted by a large mutant crashing through the door.
He was agitated and began speaking quickly, "Sir, two of the mutant groups have left!"
Magneto stood up quickly, "What do you mean left?" No, this could not be happening. He could take a good guess at which groups had gone, Athena's and a group of telepaths.
"They just went sir. They said that they couldn't go through with something that would cause so much death."
Pyro came through the door behind the large mutant, "What's going on?"
"Two party's of mutants have departed."
A line immediately creased the middle of Pyro's forehead, "Why would they do that?"
Magneto shook his head, "I don't know."
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Rogue stretched like a cat as she awoke. She was feeling relaxed and warm. She looked down to the side of her and saw the reason. Bobby was lying sprawled across her with his arms wrapped round her back. She smiled at his sleeping face. He always looked so gorgeous when he was asleep. She lifted her hand and ran a finger over his brow. Suddenly she felt her stomach clench.
Then she checked herself. What was…it came again. Oh yeah. Morning sickness. She shoved Bobby off her and rushed from the room just as he sat up dazedly. Bobby took a second to register what had happened and his immediate thought was that he might have done something to upset her. Grabbing a clean t-shirt, he followed her.
Seeing her sat on the floor being …not very well, almost made him laugh. It wasn't funny but he was relieved it wasn't something he'd done.
He knelt just behind her and held her hair up, rubbing her back with his other hand, "Shh, it's okay. It'll be over soon." He hoped so anyway, if there was one thing Rogue hated it was being sick. That probably meant the first few months were going to be quite tough on her. He knew that this was the time when most women got nauseous. He'd been doing some reading on the Internet.
But then again…some women were nauseous throughout their whole pregnancy. He thought about how it would feel to want to throw up for nine months, and resolved to be a lot more patient with Rogue in the future.