AUHTOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry. I'll apologize ahead of time for this chapter. I don't care for SongFics (sorry to those who do and/or write them), so I never write them myself, but this fit too perfectly. Sorry. It's a short song. Am I forgiven?
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Logan lay in his bed, contemplating the strange world around him. He had the bedside alarm clock on, listening to the nearest Country station. Living out on the road, he'd grown accustomed to the songs about cheating husbands, heartbreakers, whiskey, and death. It was often the only receptions he could get to come in late at night in one of the countless seedy motels along the desert highway. And he had to listen to the music in order to drown out the empty silence. Not to mention, it was the typical mood music for taverns and bars all over the U.S., especially playing stuff from singers like Billy Ray Cyrus with his depressing songs like Never Thought I'd Fall in Love With You and I'm So Miserable. Then of course there was Eric Heatherly with his damn One Night.
It was, in fact, the latter song that was currently streaming out of the small speaker. Logan growled, wanting to cover his ears and run screaming from the room, but he remained as solid and still as stone, taking in the words and banging himself with them.
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You said let there be light and the sun rose / You created the Earth and the stars in the sky / Well, you've parted the seas, and you make the trees grow / So please can you take back one night
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It fit so perfectly with Logan's own damnable mistake. And it sorely reminded him of that first night he'd left. He'd driven as far as he could go before pulling off at a roadside Inn. He'd experienced the lyrics of the song firsthand, dropping down onto his knees in the silent room and pleading with God to change just that one night. He didn't understand how such a powerful man couldn't afford to give Logan that one little miracle of taking back the night.
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One night I danced with temptation---
Logan cringed. How could he have even flirted with the disgusting notion of sleeping with that same temptation? No, he knew why, but now…now it didn't seem to matter to him.
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God on high / I'm down on my knees / Bring her back to me / I'll do anything / Oh, please won't you take back one night
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If only that were possible. He'd wanted Marie back so desperately that he'd collapsed onto the floor in fits of sobs, banging his fists into the worn carpet.
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I know I don't deserve her forgiveness / And I can't say I blame her for saying good-bye / 'Cause I traded a lifetime for a moment of weakness / Oh, please won't you take back one night
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If there was a lesser man in this world, he wanted to meet him. How could anyone have betrayed his wife like he did? There was no way Marie would ever forgive him. And he would never hold it against her. Not after he'd promised her eight years ago to always cherish her. To never forsake her for another. To love her beyond death.
Well, that last part was still true. It would always be true. Logan would forever love Marie.
Logan finally moved, getting off the bed, the floorboards making no protest as he stalked across them to his closet. Maybe he shouldn't stay. Scott and Rogue were obviously good for each other. As for Marie's strange behavior and evolved mutation…she didn't want him there. And whatever had happened, she seemed adjusted. Or, at least, she was until he came back into her life.
Logan began packing the bag he'd only fifteen minutes ago unpacked. And then stopped, a shirt still clenched in his hand. He couldn't leave. Not yet. Xavier's funeral was in less than twelve hours. Sighing, Logan tossed his bag down and stomped out into the hallway, hell bent on finding himself a beer.
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Gimpy: You're right about whom she absorbed. Bravo! Anyway, that's funny about you and your girl friend. My best friends and I used to do that all the time. I was labeled as Fox "Spooky" Mulder for years. It was because I was obsessed with the paranormal…and I was the only brunette. My friend, Meg, was obsessed with the paranormal, too, but she had red hair. So, she was nicknamed Dana Scully. So, occasionally, we would joke around, "playing" the characters when out in public or goofing off at home. It was hysterical! We even dressed up as Mulder and Scully one year for Halloween. Anyway, I'll try to be gentle on either Scott or Logan (whoever she dumps will be crushed). Yet, no promises. And, furthermore, don't sell yourself short. You're a great writer! Me? I do it purely out of boredom.
Roguechere: I think in my response in Cradle My Heart, I abbreviated your name to 'Rogue'. Yet, someone else is already 'Rogue'. So, if there are two 'Rogues' up there, sorry. You're the one with the longer reply.
Jackia: Nope, not Jean. And, yeah, I like Scott better than Bobby, too. It could just be that I always go for older men. No one in their teens or twenties does it for me (on or off the screen). Haha! Like you wanted to know that!
Princess: My servant? Wow. I never had a servant before! What shall I do with you? How about you rob a bank for me, uh?
Wapps: Thanks! Are you from New England? I'm just curious because of the term 'wicked cool'. I had a friend from New England who always said that. And she always said 'ca'keys' instead of 'car keys'. It was pretty funny.
Blix: Hey, you don't have to figure it out if you don't want to. At least you won't ruin the surprise for yourself, right?
Abay: No worries. He's figured it out because he saw them touching, but he doesn't know how or why she's able to control it.
Jenny: Thanks!
Sammi: Thanks!
Base: Rogue isn't acting this way simply because of his cheating. There are other things at work here. Things I haven't revealed, yet. So, please, just be a little more patient.
Trunks: Chp4: I don't want to give too much away, but there's a deeper reason behind Rogue's extreme mood than just his cheating, which would be – in my opinion – reason enough. Chp5: Yep. Give yourself a pat on the back!
Snoob: Rage fiest? Haha! I'll definitely be throwing one or two of them in here.
Vegeta: A really good burn, which is why I tossed it in there. I'm all about angst in this story.
Sparkling: Glad to hear I haven't lost you (at least not yet). It will be revealed! And soon.
Commish: Thank you for the confidence. And I'm usually a Rogan fan all the way, too.