Chapter Four: Why Didn't Anyone Notice?

It was time for his weekly call. That was one thing that he had to without a doubt do. The Professor warned him that he was indeed part of the team rather he like it or not, and if he didn't check in a rescue mission would be provided. In a way, it was nice having people care about him. Like his Marie, she was like a…well he wasn't sure, all he knew was that he wanted to protect her from the world and he figured that the best place for her to be protected was with the X-Geeks.

Logan was a gruff man, who now after only a few months on the road seemed to grow even gruffer. He was taking Jeans death hard, the woman didn't love him; he knew that…but by the Gods, she was just so perfect. So smart, so beautiful, and powerful…and she was dead.

A sigh escaped his lips as he fumbled with the pay phone in his hand, dialing the number for the school that he knew by heart. He had promised himself he wouldn't think about her again, and there he went mind wandering away from him.

Currently he was in Alaska, he wasn't sure why…instinct led him hear maybe, all the while on Scott's bike, or rather his bike now. It was worn to the rims and he was pretty positive that sooner or later he'd need to put new tires on it if he ever wanted to make it back to the school. Maybe to visit Marie…did she miss him? Probably not…she was probably off having a good time with that boyfriend of hers…Bobby was it?

"Hello?" Interrupted his thoughts as someone from the school picked up the phone. Ororo maybe? He couldn't' have been to sure.

"Hi." Rough voice speaking out as his eyes watched another semi-truck pass the gas station he was currently at. "Callin' in fer my weekly--"

"Logan good, there is something that I fear I need to tell you." By now Logan was certain that it was the white haired woman on the other line. His heart dropped when he heard those words, 'I fear I need to tell you something' was never anything good to hear, at least not in his opinion.

"What is it?" He barked into the phone, louder then he meant to do. Jaw clenching and unclenching every passing moment. Get to the point woman…get to the damn point.

"Rogue."

With that one word the phone dropped out of his hands, and a pained expression flashed across his face. Keys for his bike were gently taken out of the pocket of his jeans, and he all but ran towards the motorcycle that sat nearby. He had to get back…he had to get back.

Perhaps he should have stayed on the phone and heard what exactly Ororo had to stay, but the longer he stood at that damned pay phone, the longer he had to wait to get back to Westchester. Within seconds he was on his motorcycle, kicking up the kick stand , and taking off onto the highway.

"I'm coming Marie…"

She was the only one who had accepted him for who he was. He had stabbed her and she still accepted him for petes-sake. She had too be okay…

She had too.

Oh God, why wasn't he there to protect her!

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Scott hadn't left Rogue's bedside, he didn't eat or sleep (no matter how many people told him to). He just sat there, wearing clothes from a day before wrinkled and disheveled, his brown hair stuck up in many places from the constant times his hands would run through it. He was tired, hungry, but he couldn't help but looking hopelessly down to Rogue who seemed so peaceful laying in the hospital bed.

Her arms were covered in bandages, and there was an oxygen tube under her nose to help her breath. Machines beeped casually as if conversing with one another, and as the room grew dark once more Scott didn't move. Hank had been the one to give the grim news, Rogue lost so much blood that there was barely enough making it to her brain. Now with Scott's blood in her system, her body had to adjust once more.

Until then, she was in a slight coma, only slight because Hank had reassured them she would wake up in a few days. And yet, he wasn't going to move until she woke up. The classes he taught had been canceled for a couple of days, but Scott was sure that sooner or later someone would drag him out of his misery and up into the real world.

He just…she had been so bloody…so pale…and all he could think was that he was going to loose a friend now too. He couldn't deal with that, Rogue quite honestly next to Ororo was his best friend. She listened to him when he talked about Jean and wished that she would still be alive, she put up with him even if he was an ass.

And yet, what did he do for her? Why didn't he notice? He should have noticed that something was wrong right? She was acting weird the other day, he should have…anything…

Scott leaned forward in the chair he sat in with a groan. Why were people always getting hurt around him? His hands, both gloved for his and her protection clung to one of her hands ever so slightly. He didn't want to hurt her any more then she already was after all.

"P…please Rogue…" His voice cracked, obviously from the lack of using it. The only times he had spoke in the past day or so was to decline food or to tell someone that he was okay with sitting by and standing watch, and that he didn't need any god damned sleep. "You've got my blood in you now…we're family…or something…I don't…I…I swear…when you come back…whatever is wrong you won't be alone."

She would never be alone again, he would be there for her, he would be her family, he would be her everything…he wouldn't let her be broken again.

Scott would make sure she got better, became happy again like the Rogue he first met, he would make sure of it…even if it killed him he would do it…

"I promise…"

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For the first time in his life, Remy had no idea what to do, or even think. He wandered around outside the school between the hours he taught, simply lost in thought. Where were his thoughts? On the girl that he deemed his angel. It was only the other day where he seen her bloodied form in the middle of the girls bathroom. Only the other day when he carried her down to the med lab, hurt from her own doing.

That's what scared him. She meant to hurt herself. She did it herself and he could only wonder why? She had been so sad, but he just figured that was her thing. Some people were just like that…but…she had tried to…

He twisted the cigarette he held in his hand around for a moment. He honestly wasn't supposed to smoke on school grounds but he needed it. The girl that had stolen his heart with only one glance nearly died in his arms, her blood had stained his clothes. Even the tan over coat he wore now still carried drops of her crimson red blood.

Red on black eyes watched as the clouds rolled over head, it seemed to be so dark and cloudy ever since that day. Fall was in full swing, the red and yellow leaves were falling to the ground like snow sometimes, wind howled during the night, and October was settling in over Westchester county. He frowned, what had made her so sad?

He of course had heard of her power, she couldn't touch people…and yes he figured that could make someone sad, but so sad that one would try to end their own life? A smoke filled sigh escaped his lips, trying to figure out his angel.

Remy had already come to the conclusion that he was going to help his angel in anyway possible. He was going to make her feel something other then sadness. He would be there…with a sigh he dropped his cigarette and used his boot to crush it into the earth.

Maybe after his next class he would go see his angel. Maybe she would awaken tonight…and he could promise her face to face…

"Je promets, mon petit ange" ((I promise, my little Angel))

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AN:

A) Sorry for the delay.

B) Sorry for the shortness.

C) Please review.

Next Up: Logan's back, and Rogue wakes up to find that a lot of people actually care about her.