Promise
By: Kryptonite
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*Nine Months Two Weeks One Day After*
" Huh." Rogue panted out, sitting up in bed. The door cracked open slightly.
" Rogue?" A sleepy voice called. " You okay?"
" Yeah." She tried to swallow around a dry throat. " I'm fine."
" Sure you are. Come on kid, tell me what's wrong." Rogue stiffened and Scott could see that.
" Don't call me that."
" Okay. Rogue, tell me what's wrong."
" Just a… a nightmare."
" Who is it this time?" An unseen listener stood at the door.
" Logan again. I close my eyes and I can feel the knives cutting into my skin." Rogue's voice threatened to crack and in the dark Scott reached out and wrapped his arms around her shaking body.
" It's just a dream. It's not happening to you, it never happened to you. Everything's going to be just fine. Professor Xavier said they have a new technique to help you. You're head will be yours again." Rogue just continued to sniffle into his shoulder. " What else is wrong?"
" Huh?" She asked, pulling her head back and wiping at the tear tracks shining on her face in the moonlight.
" Something else is bugging you. What?" Scott always was perceptive.
" I hate you." Rogue muttered, reburying her head.
" Why?"
" You're too gadamn perceptive." Scott chuckled.
" It's my job. So what's up?"
" Logan… after… oh god." Rogue just sobbed into his shoulder, trying to keep quiet.
" Shhh… shh…" If he did anything to hurt her I'll kill him myself… where'd that come from? " Everything will be fine."
" He thought we'd slept together… he didn't believe me… he…" Rogue choked again, trying her hardest to stay quiet.
" He what? What did he do Rogue?"
" He didn't believe me… so he had to… check." Rogue's last words were whispered in embarrassment.
" Checked how? Rogue I need you to tell me what he did." Scott pulled back, trying to get Rogue to look him in the eye.
" He checked by… I tried to get him to stop… it still hurts." Rogue was broken and Scott knew without her telling him exactly what Logan had done.
" I'll kill him." Scott spat, standing abruptly, going to leave. Rogue's hands clutched convulsively on his belt.
" No! Please… please don't leave." Scott took one look back at her in the filtered light and sat back down. Rogue pushed her way into his arms, tears falling silently on his chest.
" I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm not going anywhere."
Sometimes the most precious gift a person can give is their physical presence during a period of emotional turmoil. But what everyone wants and needs to hear is a promise. A promise that they aren't alone anymore.
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A/N: Alright, to the five people who reviewed (Morph, Catz, Starshine, Albedon and C~E) here's a cookie. Enjoy. Also thanks to you guys and Angel for reviewing and your comments. And starshine? I'm trying not to kill anyone, sorry. I thought that for just one fic I wouldn't plan on anyone dying, but then again, Jubilee really does deserve it, doesn't she? Also, the comment about checking FF.net everyday really made me smile (course all reviews do but still), thanks.
And C~E sorry but that's the way I'm going. I was planning on it when I decided to write something and then this came out (I know, how in the world I got this is beyond me). Yeah I thought it'd be nice to stick 'em in something like that. Not to mention I think there was one I read where they did the same thing except way more confusing. Not to mention I think the voices were nicer in that one.
Plus, would you rather live in something that resembles a house or something totally alien (like a brain)? I'd personally pick a house *shrugs* but that's just me.
Talk to you all again soon. Have a nice (insert random time phrase here). Catch ya on tha flipside.