Eh gads, I did not mean for it to be so long before I updated. Sorry!
Disclaimer- I forgot to add it with the other chapter. This story does
belong to me but the charters in them do not, well apart from Robert
Kinsley. This also applies for any further chapters.
Just another little note, the first part of this chapter is poorly written but it does get better!
Chapter 3 It had been a week since Rogue had left and the Wolverine was starting to get worried. The Wolverine only thought she would be gone for a night or two not seven.
"I'm worried Chuck. Are ya sure there anit no sign of 'er?" Logan was in Cerebro with Xavier. They had tried to locate Rogue by use Cerebro but to no prevail.
"I'm deeply sorry Logan but I can not find her signature. It is as if she has vanished from the face of the earth." Xavier left Cerebro and made his way to his office deep in thought, while Logan followed behind him. "I am at a lost at how this is possible, for there is only two ways she could block Cerebro."
"I don't like the sound of that chuck, ya better tell me what these ways are." Logan sneered as he entered the elevator that would take them to the ground floor and the corridor to Xavier's office.
"Well the first is that she has developed away to block my brainwaves entering her own mind," Xavier explained as the elevator doors closed.
"And the other." Logan said. He hated elevators they where way to small. But he hated the annoying elevator music worst. "Ya really gotta do sumit' 'bout that music Chuck."
"Yes it does tend to grate on your nerves, I shall get Bobby to change it," Xavier said as he waited for the elevators doors opened. Once they did he left the confiding space and moved down the corridor. "As I was saying Logan. The second way would be that our beloved Rogue was no longer...living."
"I...er...what are the chances that..."Logan cursed his sudden dry throat. He coughed to clear his throat before he continued. "The chances that she's...urm...ya know...dead?"
"I hope that they are slim to none but to be truthful I have no idea." Xavier signed as he reached his office. "She might just be so determined to stay 'lost' to us that she is just blocking me from entering her mind."
"Well I hope it's the second en, cause I'm gonna go lookin' for her Chuck." Logan left Xavier at the door of his office. He needs to find Rogue; she was his responsibility after all. Logan also felt guilty being as he saw her leave and all he did was go back inside to finish his beer.
"Stupid ass, I should 'ov gone after her." He muttered as he climbed up the stairs to third floor, which lead to the teachers bedrooms. Once inside his room Logan began to pack his clothes in a duffle bag.
~~~*~~~
"Miss Windsor, You've got the job!" The man smiled widely at the meek woman sitting before his desk. "But there is a certain dress code you will have to abide to, that means I'm afraid you are going to have to get rid of the blonde in your hair."
Rogue, or should that be Miss Emily Windsor, cringed at the thought of dying her hair. But she had no chose she was down to her last 50 bucks and needed the job. It cash in hand job too, which was even better. The job was to be a receptionist to a small law firm in Denver, Pennsylvania. And being a small firm they didn't have a lot of money. Which meant less than minimum wage. Rogue, urm, Emily was fine with this cause of two reasons, 1 she needed the money and 2 she didn't have any paper work or anything saying that she was Emily Windsor.
"Ay understands, when would ya like me ta start Mr...?" Marie smiled at the aging small nearly bold man sitting in the tatter chair in front of her. He looked to be in his late 50's and was wearing a worn out gray tweed suit, with a red tie. What looked like the drippings of the fat man's lunch was also on the red tie and on the white shirt he wore.
"Kinsley, Robert Kinsley. You can start first thing Monday morning be in for say...um...8am. And you can call me Berty, everyone else does." Berty leant over the desk to shake hands with Marie. The desk, Rogue noted, was covered in files, litter and crumpled up paper. The office itself was small and cramped; filing cabernets were in any small space available along the wall and cardboard office boxes was stacked in random places. "It was nice meeting you Miss Windsor and I look forward to seeing you on Monday."
"Thank ya Mr...er...Ay mean thank ya Berty. Ya can call me Emily. I'll see ya on Monday." Rogue smiled once more before she left the small office and made her way out of the firm on to the busy streets of Denver. Well they were less busy then the streets of New York. To think a week ago she had been in New York. If she followed the Logan part in her mind she would be making her way to Canada. So she ignored the voice and went the opposite way.
Now she was currently living in a women's hostel 3 blocks away from the firm and needed to find a cheap shop to buy some hair dye. She really didn't want to get rid of the white streaks, they where what made her Rogue. But it would be great to be able to die her hair up with out looking like a sunk. The dye will grow out after a while anyway. The white streaks that framed her face were permanent. They were apart of her. Apart of her that she didn't want to get rid of. But the gods were set against her as Rogue entered a cheap looking shop.
~~~*~~~
"On the road again, can't wait to get on the road again." Logan sang to him self as he left the mansion in search of Marie. He didn't have the faintish idea where to start looking. Where would a troubled teenager go? She could of gone back to Mississippi. But he doubted Marie would run back to the place she first ran way from. His best chance was to look around the surrounding states. Not a chance on earth was Marie going to stay in New York.
"On the road again..." God he hated that song, why the hell was he singing anyway, the wolverine did not sing. He killed. That blue thing, what's his name, Curt. That's it, that Curt had been singing along with a film he was watching when Logan walked passed the games room. That stupid, annoying, fuzzy, blue haired elf. As soon as he got back with Marie in tow he was going to make that hairball pay.
A/N so what do you think? I must warn you I am British so writing a story set in America there's going to be a load of mistakes. My god! I nearly had a heart attack then! The frigging bloody program shut down and I couldn't remember if I saved all not, thank Merlin I did!
Just another little note, the first part of this chapter is poorly written but it does get better!
Chapter 3 It had been a week since Rogue had left and the Wolverine was starting to get worried. The Wolverine only thought she would be gone for a night or two not seven.
"I'm worried Chuck. Are ya sure there anit no sign of 'er?" Logan was in Cerebro with Xavier. They had tried to locate Rogue by use Cerebro but to no prevail.
"I'm deeply sorry Logan but I can not find her signature. It is as if she has vanished from the face of the earth." Xavier left Cerebro and made his way to his office deep in thought, while Logan followed behind him. "I am at a lost at how this is possible, for there is only two ways she could block Cerebro."
"I don't like the sound of that chuck, ya better tell me what these ways are." Logan sneered as he entered the elevator that would take them to the ground floor and the corridor to Xavier's office.
"Well the first is that she has developed away to block my brainwaves entering her own mind," Xavier explained as the elevator doors closed.
"And the other." Logan said. He hated elevators they where way to small. But he hated the annoying elevator music worst. "Ya really gotta do sumit' 'bout that music Chuck."
"Yes it does tend to grate on your nerves, I shall get Bobby to change it," Xavier said as he waited for the elevators doors opened. Once they did he left the confiding space and moved down the corridor. "As I was saying Logan. The second way would be that our beloved Rogue was no longer...living."
"I...er...what are the chances that..."Logan cursed his sudden dry throat. He coughed to clear his throat before he continued. "The chances that she's...urm...ya know...dead?"
"I hope that they are slim to none but to be truthful I have no idea." Xavier signed as he reached his office. "She might just be so determined to stay 'lost' to us that she is just blocking me from entering her mind."
"Well I hope it's the second en, cause I'm gonna go lookin' for her Chuck." Logan left Xavier at the door of his office. He needs to find Rogue; she was his responsibility after all. Logan also felt guilty being as he saw her leave and all he did was go back inside to finish his beer.
"Stupid ass, I should 'ov gone after her." He muttered as he climbed up the stairs to third floor, which lead to the teachers bedrooms. Once inside his room Logan began to pack his clothes in a duffle bag.
~~~*~~~
"Miss Windsor, You've got the job!" The man smiled widely at the meek woman sitting before his desk. "But there is a certain dress code you will have to abide to, that means I'm afraid you are going to have to get rid of the blonde in your hair."
Rogue, or should that be Miss Emily Windsor, cringed at the thought of dying her hair. But she had no chose she was down to her last 50 bucks and needed the job. It cash in hand job too, which was even better. The job was to be a receptionist to a small law firm in Denver, Pennsylvania. And being a small firm they didn't have a lot of money. Which meant less than minimum wage. Rogue, urm, Emily was fine with this cause of two reasons, 1 she needed the money and 2 she didn't have any paper work or anything saying that she was Emily Windsor.
"Ay understands, when would ya like me ta start Mr...?" Marie smiled at the aging small nearly bold man sitting in the tatter chair in front of her. He looked to be in his late 50's and was wearing a worn out gray tweed suit, with a red tie. What looked like the drippings of the fat man's lunch was also on the red tie and on the white shirt he wore.
"Kinsley, Robert Kinsley. You can start first thing Monday morning be in for say...um...8am. And you can call me Berty, everyone else does." Berty leant over the desk to shake hands with Marie. The desk, Rogue noted, was covered in files, litter and crumpled up paper. The office itself was small and cramped; filing cabernets were in any small space available along the wall and cardboard office boxes was stacked in random places. "It was nice meeting you Miss Windsor and I look forward to seeing you on Monday."
"Thank ya Mr...er...Ay mean thank ya Berty. Ya can call me Emily. I'll see ya on Monday." Rogue smiled once more before she left the small office and made her way out of the firm on to the busy streets of Denver. Well they were less busy then the streets of New York. To think a week ago she had been in New York. If she followed the Logan part in her mind she would be making her way to Canada. So she ignored the voice and went the opposite way.
Now she was currently living in a women's hostel 3 blocks away from the firm and needed to find a cheap shop to buy some hair dye. She really didn't want to get rid of the white streaks, they where what made her Rogue. But it would be great to be able to die her hair up with out looking like a sunk. The dye will grow out after a while anyway. The white streaks that framed her face were permanent. They were apart of her. Apart of her that she didn't want to get rid of. But the gods were set against her as Rogue entered a cheap looking shop.
~~~*~~~
"On the road again, can't wait to get on the road again." Logan sang to him self as he left the mansion in search of Marie. He didn't have the faintish idea where to start looking. Where would a troubled teenager go? She could of gone back to Mississippi. But he doubted Marie would run back to the place she first ran way from. His best chance was to look around the surrounding states. Not a chance on earth was Marie going to stay in New York.
"On the road again..." God he hated that song, why the hell was he singing anyway, the wolverine did not sing. He killed. That blue thing, what's his name, Curt. That's it, that Curt had been singing along with a film he was watching when Logan walked passed the games room. That stupid, annoying, fuzzy, blue haired elf. As soon as he got back with Marie in tow he was going to make that hairball pay.
A/N so what do you think? I must warn you I am British so writing a story set in America there's going to be a load of mistakes. My god! I nearly had a heart attack then! The frigging bloody program shut down and I couldn't remember if I saved all not, thank Merlin I did!