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Chapter 2:
Rogue's POV
That night I decided to make the first move. A subtle move, but it was a start nonetheless. I know he wouldn't do it. He probably felt weird because I'm so much younger.
It was three A.M., and all of the girls in my room were sleeping soundly. I grabbed a bag that I'd readied earlier, and slid into the bathroom. Unzipping the pack, an evil grin smeared across my face. My second skin.
The professor had bought it, and more just like it, for me just a little bit ago. They were clear, breathable material that covered every inch of me, except my face. You could hardly tell it was there. I slipped it on, and redressed into my nightgown. No mutation would get between Logan and me.
I started racking my brain with the depressing thoughts brought in by the people I touched. My old boyfriends were no help, and Logan's thoughts were too scattered to piece together. Pyro- I combed through his depressing childhood in which he was shunned, and rejected. Magneto- the visions of the concentration camp clouded my mind, and the tears came. I knew they would, they always did.
Soundlessly, my shadowed figure slipped into the hallway, and down to Logan's room. He sensed me entering before I could even step inside.
Logan's POV
Rogue was in my doorway, crying softly, her cheeks speckled with tears. "Was it another dream?" I asked, although I knew the answer, "Was it one of them?" The voices in her head. I knew that the voices of people she had come in contact with haunted her every day. I was relieved that she had come to me for nightmare support. It made me feel like she felt like she was my surrogate daughter, and that my feelings weren't so out of place.
She sniffed, and nodded. "I can still feel them," she whispered. I sat up and offered her a spot to sit on my bed. To my shock, and at first horror, she leaned into me and took me up in a hug. Nothing happened. I looked at her questioningly. "I'm wearing one of the second skins the professor gave me. I wear them all the time now."
I understood what she meant. She didn't want anyone else to plague her dreams. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I offered.
She sobbed into her hands, and leaned back against my chest. "I don't even know what they're about!"
I hushed her gently, and lowered her quaking form to the pillow. I turned quickly to dig a pair of gloves out of my nightstand, so I could stroke her hair and calm her. "Why don't you lay here for a bit, and calm down?"
Rogue's POV
The leather fingers stroked my hair in a soothing manner. I sobbed gently, randomly looking over Erik's memories again so that the tears might last longer, but eventually I let them subside. My eyes shut gently, I heard him shifting over me. I had him. He'd be mine all too soon.
Logan's POV
Rogue's sobbing stopped, and her breathing evened out. I looked over at her face, and sure enough, she was asleep. I contemplated moving her back to her room, but I didn't want to risk waking her, and allowing the painful voices to come back. I covered her in the blankets gingerly. I didn't get cold easily- I didn't need them. I stroked one of the white streaks as a way of saying goodnight, and lay down on the couch on the other side of the room.
What a heavy cross she bore. It's hard enough to deal with your own painful past, let alone that of five other people. I heard her gentle breathing from the bed, and knew that it was okay for me to fall asleep.
That Rogue's a trickster, ain't she? It always amuses me in the movies how she goes all dreamy eyed at Logan, but when Mystique changes into Rogue in the second movie, Logan gets really weirded out.
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