Drifters
Chapter 3: What's in A Name? Part 1
Thousands of images flashed through Rogue's mind as Logan's thoughts, and memories entered her head. She had touched him before, not many, but she never touched him as long as she had just done. Little taps was all she ever had done. Just enough to get his healing power to help her out, but now she was trying to sort through all his memories, which for Logan was a lot. The man was like 185 years old thanks to his mutation, and all those memories were running through her brain.
Some he was in the war fighting for his life, others he was running from something, and he was in a lab or something. Most of his past was all hazy; she saw it all in glimpses. Most of his clearer memories were of her.
XxX// Flashbacks //XxX
17 years earlier
" Please Logan." A woman cradling a baby in her arms pleaded. She had a medium frame, not to thin but not skinny either. She wore black jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her eyes, red wisps of hair could be seen dangling, framing what little you saw of her face.
" No." Logan said coldly. He was wearing his regular cloths a pair of blue jeans a blue muscle t-shirt and what looked like two coats one a thin sweat jacket and he other a jean one, over the other.
" But why?" The woman cried out. It slowly began to rain; both were standing outside on the sidewalk. An eerie silence surrounded them.
" Look Raven.My life isn't a good life for the kid." Logan said calmly, glancing at the baby, then slowly turning around to leave. As if on cue the baby began to cry. Raven slowly began to rock the child in her arms, but the child wouldn't stop crying.
Feeling a very small twinge of guilt Logan turned around and walked right up to the baby and looked it square in the eye. Taking in a slow and long breath. As he did this, the baby fell silent.
" Logan you and I both know you raising her will be better then me bringing her up.look at me Logan. A terrorist for a mother, God only knows where her father is. This is not the right life for HER!" Raven's voice was full of emotion, anger, pity, fear, and sadness.
" And a life on the road is a better one." Logan snapped back, causing the baby to cry again, but Logan didn't let his icy glare leave Raven.
" Please.Destiny has seen what her powers will become, I can't give her to a normal family, I don't trust how they would react. So it must be a mutant. You're the only one I trust." Raven's last words were slow and loud so she knew Logan would hear her, and hopefully understand.
" Why me?" He asked. The rain began to come down a little harder now, so they moved to a spot where the rain hit the roof, then slowly descended down the street, to join the rivers that flowed down the streets.
" You can heal." Raven said bluntly.
" What's that got to do with it?" Logan asked, as he folded his arms over his chest. The baby had shopped crying and slowly drifted to sleep to the soft and steady beat of the rain hitting the ground.
" You can heal her. I know both of you can protect each other." Sighing Raven looked down to the small child wrapped in a green blanket, dressed in white, with a baby blue hat covering her hair. She smiled as she saw her yawn. So did Logan but Raven didn't see him cause as soon as he realized he was smiling he scowled. Then thought about what Raven had just said.
" How can I heal her?" Logan questioned. " Raven.exactly what are her powers?" Raven gulped and Logan raised an eyebrow.
" Any living thing that comes into contact with her skin, she will absorb. There life force, memories, thoughts." Again there was a silence between the two. All you could hear was the soft sound of the rain hitting the ground. Logan could only stare at the baby in Raven's arms with a shocked expression.
" When will she get her powers?" Logan asked, he wasn't really sure why he asked, but for some reason he wanted to know. It wasn't like he was going to raise the kid.
" Destiny says around the time she is eight or nine." As Raven spoke her eyes never left the child in her arms.
" That young?"
" She is a special child. I don't know why, but she will get her powers at a very young age, never having a chance to have a normal life." She said sadly.
" If.and I mean IF.I do this your not going to try and kill me if I were to raise her my way." Logan asked cautiously, Raven looked up with hope filled eyes as she looked up at Logan.
" I would check up on her every so often, but other then that do as you please to raise my daughter." Raven said sadly.
" Alright I'll raise the kid then.what's her name?" Logan asked upset that he was giving in but a small part of him was happy to be getting some company.
" Marie." Raven said softly as she handed her to Logan. Logan looked so clueless as he held Marie in his arms. " I'll leave you some money in your account every month to help raise her." Raven said as she fished for a necklace hidden under her sweatshirt.
" Only until she's 5 or so, then I don't think the money will be needed. She'll earn her own keep." Logan said as he surprisingly began to plan the next few years, of his life with the kid.
" Her birthday is June ninth, each year on that day send me word of how she is, and I will try to give her a gift some how, just so she knows I still care." Raven fingered the necklace then slowly undid the clasp. The necklace was basically a silver necklace with a small pendant on the sliver chain, about the size of a dime; it had a miniature picture engraved of the virgin Marry caring the baby Jesus. She brought the necklace down around Marie's neck, and re clasped it. Logan watched in silence as Raven slowly backed away.
" I'll be seeing ya Raven.hopefully not too soon." Logan said with a smile, as he walked away, he looked back to catch one last look at Raven, but she was gone. The only other person on the street was a businessman in a blue suit, with red hair, carrying a brief case, walking briskly down the sidewalk.
But Logan knew she was there. Raven no matter how hard she tried would always be Mystique. The best spy in the biz. Looking down at the baby in his arms, Logan frowned. 'What have I gotten myself into?' Logan asked himself.
" Alright Marie." Logan didn't like the sound of that, and from he frown on the kids face she didn't like it either. Sighing Logan began to think of a nickname for her, when the wind blew hard at the two blowing off Marie's hat. Revealing her short yet long auburn hair, but what caught Logan's attention was the white stripes of hair that framed her face.
" Huh stripes." Logan commented. The child heard him and smiled. " So you want me to call ya Stripes?" The baby giggled and Logan smiled. " Well Stripes let's get going then."
Author's Note: Ok let's make sure we are all on the same page here. Marie the baby of course is Rogue, and Logan is Logan, and Raven is Mystique, Rogue's mother. Okay now that we all are on the same page here, you'll have to wait for part two of this chapter. I felt it was to long, that and I haven't finished part two, and I didn't want to leave you in suspense. So you'll have to wait. Please REVIEW, it helps me write faster. : )
Chapter 3: What's in A Name? Part 1
Thousands of images flashed through Rogue's mind as Logan's thoughts, and memories entered her head. She had touched him before, not many, but she never touched him as long as she had just done. Little taps was all she ever had done. Just enough to get his healing power to help her out, but now she was trying to sort through all his memories, which for Logan was a lot. The man was like 185 years old thanks to his mutation, and all those memories were running through her brain.
Some he was in the war fighting for his life, others he was running from something, and he was in a lab or something. Most of his past was all hazy; she saw it all in glimpses. Most of his clearer memories were of her.
XxX// Flashbacks //XxX
17 years earlier
" Please Logan." A woman cradling a baby in her arms pleaded. She had a medium frame, not to thin but not skinny either. She wore black jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her eyes, red wisps of hair could be seen dangling, framing what little you saw of her face.
" No." Logan said coldly. He was wearing his regular cloths a pair of blue jeans a blue muscle t-shirt and what looked like two coats one a thin sweat jacket and he other a jean one, over the other.
" But why?" The woman cried out. It slowly began to rain; both were standing outside on the sidewalk. An eerie silence surrounded them.
" Look Raven.My life isn't a good life for the kid." Logan said calmly, glancing at the baby, then slowly turning around to leave. As if on cue the baby began to cry. Raven slowly began to rock the child in her arms, but the child wouldn't stop crying.
Feeling a very small twinge of guilt Logan turned around and walked right up to the baby and looked it square in the eye. Taking in a slow and long breath. As he did this, the baby fell silent.
" Logan you and I both know you raising her will be better then me bringing her up.look at me Logan. A terrorist for a mother, God only knows where her father is. This is not the right life for HER!" Raven's voice was full of emotion, anger, pity, fear, and sadness.
" And a life on the road is a better one." Logan snapped back, causing the baby to cry again, but Logan didn't let his icy glare leave Raven.
" Please.Destiny has seen what her powers will become, I can't give her to a normal family, I don't trust how they would react. So it must be a mutant. You're the only one I trust." Raven's last words were slow and loud so she knew Logan would hear her, and hopefully understand.
" Why me?" He asked. The rain began to come down a little harder now, so they moved to a spot where the rain hit the roof, then slowly descended down the street, to join the rivers that flowed down the streets.
" You can heal." Raven said bluntly.
" What's that got to do with it?" Logan asked, as he folded his arms over his chest. The baby had shopped crying and slowly drifted to sleep to the soft and steady beat of the rain hitting the ground.
" You can heal her. I know both of you can protect each other." Sighing Raven looked down to the small child wrapped in a green blanket, dressed in white, with a baby blue hat covering her hair. She smiled as she saw her yawn. So did Logan but Raven didn't see him cause as soon as he realized he was smiling he scowled. Then thought about what Raven had just said.
" How can I heal her?" Logan questioned. " Raven.exactly what are her powers?" Raven gulped and Logan raised an eyebrow.
" Any living thing that comes into contact with her skin, she will absorb. There life force, memories, thoughts." Again there was a silence between the two. All you could hear was the soft sound of the rain hitting the ground. Logan could only stare at the baby in Raven's arms with a shocked expression.
" When will she get her powers?" Logan asked, he wasn't really sure why he asked, but for some reason he wanted to know. It wasn't like he was going to raise the kid.
" Destiny says around the time she is eight or nine." As Raven spoke her eyes never left the child in her arms.
" That young?"
" She is a special child. I don't know why, but she will get her powers at a very young age, never having a chance to have a normal life." She said sadly.
" If.and I mean IF.I do this your not going to try and kill me if I were to raise her my way." Logan asked cautiously, Raven looked up with hope filled eyes as she looked up at Logan.
" I would check up on her every so often, but other then that do as you please to raise my daughter." Raven said sadly.
" Alright I'll raise the kid then.what's her name?" Logan asked upset that he was giving in but a small part of him was happy to be getting some company.
" Marie." Raven said softly as she handed her to Logan. Logan looked so clueless as he held Marie in his arms. " I'll leave you some money in your account every month to help raise her." Raven said as she fished for a necklace hidden under her sweatshirt.
" Only until she's 5 or so, then I don't think the money will be needed. She'll earn her own keep." Logan said as he surprisingly began to plan the next few years, of his life with the kid.
" Her birthday is June ninth, each year on that day send me word of how she is, and I will try to give her a gift some how, just so she knows I still care." Raven fingered the necklace then slowly undid the clasp. The necklace was basically a silver necklace with a small pendant on the sliver chain, about the size of a dime; it had a miniature picture engraved of the virgin Marry caring the baby Jesus. She brought the necklace down around Marie's neck, and re clasped it. Logan watched in silence as Raven slowly backed away.
" I'll be seeing ya Raven.hopefully not too soon." Logan said with a smile, as he walked away, he looked back to catch one last look at Raven, but she was gone. The only other person on the street was a businessman in a blue suit, with red hair, carrying a brief case, walking briskly down the sidewalk.
But Logan knew she was there. Raven no matter how hard she tried would always be Mystique. The best spy in the biz. Looking down at the baby in his arms, Logan frowned. 'What have I gotten myself into?' Logan asked himself.
" Alright Marie." Logan didn't like the sound of that, and from he frown on the kids face she didn't like it either. Sighing Logan began to think of a nickname for her, when the wind blew hard at the two blowing off Marie's hat. Revealing her short yet long auburn hair, but what caught Logan's attention was the white stripes of hair that framed her face.
" Huh stripes." Logan commented. The child heard him and smiled. " So you want me to call ya Stripes?" The baby giggled and Logan smiled. " Well Stripes let's get going then."
Author's Note: Ok let's make sure we are all on the same page here. Marie the baby of course is Rogue, and Logan is Logan, and Raven is Mystique, Rogue's mother. Okay now that we all are on the same page here, you'll have to wait for part two of this chapter. I felt it was to long, that and I haven't finished part two, and I didn't want to leave you in suspense. So you'll have to wait. Please REVIEW, it helps me write faster. : )