Disclaimer: No I don't own. You've got to believe me. I never created any of the X-Men, neither their comic book nor movie-verse adventures. I only own this plot. Really. I'm telling the truth…
Chica De Los Ojos Café: Well, yes. I thought about making Bobby the awful "I won't ever let you go" boyfriend that I've read about in so many Rogue/Logan or even Rogue/Scott fanfics…but when it came to writing, I just know that he actually cares about her and would let her go…especially if she got his mother to come. So. I could only write a wonderful Bobby…call me a blasted romantic if you wish…
Rapunzel34: Well, you see, the secret of the whole matter is that lately I've been suffering from what Rogue and Scott are---insomnia. So since I can't sleep I just write about them. Lol. That's the secret to why the chapters are quick. I don't know if they'll be so rapid when I get to sleep again at nights though…
Baby12: I'm glad you thought this chapter was cute. If I'm insomniac once more tonight then I do believe that you will be getting a new chapter soon.
LilyLioness: I'm going to continue. I hope that this will be a nice and short little story that you all will like and review (hint hint).
Mechelle-VanPatten: You're hooked! I'm so glad! Yeah, I couldn't just have them easily forgetting and getting over the people that they used to love so dearly. I shall try updating soon…
Jenny: That's because the "M" rating hasn't come into affect as YET. I wanted this story to begin more as an innocent romance, since they still cared for others. I really couldn't have them snogging each other in the first chapter. But, as their feelings deepen for each other, well, then the "M" rating will come into affect. I hope you continue reading the story until then and beyond.
A/N: I am sooo sorry for not having updated quicker, but the other nights have been spent sleeping peacefully, and tonight I am once more insomniac and bored. So here I am writing the chapter that should have been posted a long time ago. Please do forgive the inexcusable tardiness on my part.
IMPORTANT NOTICE! This chapter contains a SLIGHT (and I mean SLIGHT) lime. For those people who don't like it, you have been warned. For those who do…enjoy.
PLUS! Two surprises happen in this chapter!
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Waking up would have been easier if it hadn't been so early in the morning. Also, he'd been having a very pleasant dream that left him flustered and rather frustrated when he felt the object of said dream sleeping innocently by his side, ignorant to the things that had occurred between them in his dream. Scott tightened his grip around Rogue's waist and inhaled her enchanting scent once more, suddenly realizing all of the reasons why he shouldn't do just that. One of those reasons being that in his dream things had started out innocently like that and when he'd awoken he'd been in the middle of using whip cream and cherries for very naughty reasons.
Scott Summers was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard something. Paying more attention to the young woman lying besides him, the handsome young man frowned as he felt Rogue groaning and moaning in her sleep, tossing and turning as if she was in a competition of some sort. For a moment he wondered if she was having the same dream he had, but scratching that possibility out right away, he began to worry.
Reaching blindly for his shades, Scott found them and closed his eyes tightly while pulling off his sleeping mask and putting them on. When he was sure that everything was safe he looked at Rogue and frowned even more when he saw the look on her sleeping face. Usually, a sleeping Rogue was a peaceful Rogue, but this was a different girl altogether.
Worry and fear was etched into her every feature. What was she dreaming of? What she alright? He was about to wake her up when he heard her whispering one thing under her breath, that caused his eyes to narrow in hurt.
"Logan!"
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"Marie..." Only one person in the world ever called her that, and Rogue twirled around to desperately try and find the source of that voice. "Marie…"
"Logan?" There wasn't much of anything except for darkness. Stretching out her hands in front of her to keep from bumping into any objects that might be near, the young woman lowered her voice to a hiss, remembering that wherever Logan was he was being held against his will and those people could be up in there still with him. "Logan where are you?"
"They'll get you, Marie." The voice said from the darkness. "Stay away."
Stopping, she frowned and blinked when all of a sudden the lights came on. There, right before her eyes, she saw Wolverine in a cage, looking rather miserable and beaten. He was still in the process of self-healing, which meant that the beating he'd received must have been fresh. "Logan!"
"Marie." Looking up at her in rather shock, he looked around quickly. "How can you be here?"
"I think this is some sort of a dream." The young woman announced, going towards the cage and bending down. Grabbing hold of the bars she jerked them with all her might, but she knew that if Logan hadn't been able to free himself she was just joking with herself to think that she could.
"Shh." Logan growled, sounding very much like an irritated elder brother. "You'll let them know you're here."
"But we're dreaming…"
"Don't ask me how I know that they'd know, I just do." Trying to find a comfortable position in the small cage seemed fruitless, so he just leaned forwards and spoke to her after having indulged himself to a few choicely curse words. "Something about this abduction isn't right, Marie. Not that I'm saying that anything about any abduction is right. It's just that my instincts are telling me to be more careful than usual. Also, the many questions rolling in my brain right now are just plain ticking me off."
"What do you mean?" Sitting down next to the cage, Rogue looked into his deep eyes, trying to understand how this could be so real if it was only a dream. Logan sounded real, he looked real, heck, he even smelt as if they hadn't given him a bath in weeks. Everything about this said that this was really Logan in front of her in a cage so small that he couldn't even stand up inside of it.
Looking at her gloves in silence, she waited for him to continue voicing his suspicions. If this really was happening, then she felt hatred growing inside of her towards the people who would make him live through such awful conditions. Sure, he wasn't one used to living the life of luxury, but he sure was used to better than that!
Her inner 'Wolverine' growled his agreement.
The original Wolverine was rather oblivious to the ramblings of her mind as he spoke decisively. "For one thing, I've been here long enough for them to take me to meet whoever wants me—if that person really does. And, if they didn't want me and only wanted Quid, they could have killed me. But that doesn't seem to be on their agenda because other than a nudge or two with their little electric sticks they feed me and I'm tended to. It's like their fattening me up."
That got her complete attention. "Like the story of Hanzel and Gretel."
"What?" Clearly not one studied in the fine arts of fairytales, Logan just looked at her as if she'd gone insane. Then again, this conversation alone was making her wonder if she hadn't. "Stay focused, Marie, I think they're planning something."
"When aren't evil mutant-controllers planning something? I mean, look at Stryker." Hearing both Logans' warning growl, she bit her bottom lip in repentance. "I'm sorry Logan; I know how much you hate talking about him."
"That doesn't matter right now. What DOES matter is that we're having this little conversation in the first place." Shifting position once more, the ever-restless mutant watched her suspiciously. "You don't think the old man has anything to do with this, do you?"
"No, I don't think that the professor has anything to do with this." For a moment she was silent, wondering how she could be so very sure about that. The Professor could have something to do with this, it was the most probable explanation for what was happening, but for some reason she was completely sure that he wasn't involved in this meeting. Realizing that Wolverine was still waiting for her to continue, she hurriedly added in an uncertain voice: "I, I might be crazy, Logan, but I think the 'you' in me is the one who is responsible for what's going on now."
"There's a 'me' in you?"
A blush appeared on her cheeks when she heard the shock in his voice. The poor girl wouldn't meet his eyes, remembering a little too late that she had never told Wolverine about the little side affect she had when she drew the powers from other mutants. "There is no time to speak about that now, especially with these more important things to be discussed."
"Screw them for a moment. This is getting rather interesting." Logan announced carelessly, a teasing tone to his voice. "So, Stripes, you got a 'me' in you do you now?"
Groaning since she realized that he wouldn't give up until she answered him, Rogue nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. I have a Wolverine in me who is constantly arguing with everyone and everything and I would like nothing better than to throttle him."
"Throttle the Wolverine?" He seemed utterly insulted by that, and an insulted Wolverine wasn't a very nice Wolverine. But, as always, he made an exception for Rogue. Sighing and telling himself the sorry truth that even if he did want to hurt her he wouldn't be able to get out of his cage in order to do so, the Wolverine calmed down, slightly. He also changed the subject, which Rogue was very grateful for. "I haven't seen Quid since we were taken. I don't know what they've done to him or if he's even alive right now."
"Don't worry, Wolverine." Rogue smiled that smile she only had for him. "We're coming to get you."
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Eyes flying open, Xavier looked around his darkened room. Yes, that was what had awoken him. That feeling. It was as if Logan was here at the school, not in body, but in spirit. At first the thought terrified the Headmaster because that would mean that Logan was dead, but then, Xavier began to feel something else as well. Rogue.
Using the little strength he had in his upper body, he managed to pull himself into a sitting position in bed and tried to concentrate on the aura that was growing stronger by the second, as if a connection had finally be made. The old man licked his dry lips and smiled suddenly, realizing that Logan was very much alive.
Still concentrating, Xavier wondered how Rogue and Logan were making contact. He then felt something else. Scott. A rueful smile appeared on his face as he allowed all of the possibilities roam when it came to those three. No one knew about all the trials they had gone through in their lives, but there was one thing that Xavier knew for certain: Rogue and Scott were soon to find redemption.
With a contented smile on his face, the Headmaster carefully lowered himself back into a reclining position and closed his eyes. He knew with certainty that he'd be receiving an early morning visit from Rogue, and he wanted to have all the energy possible to be able to deal with whatever it was she had to tell him.
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"What do you mean 'we' are going to come? YOU aren't coming!" Logan announced, looking at her in horror. When she wouldn't look at him or respond to his outburst, the protective man suddenly realized all the answers that she was trying to keep hidden from him. Anger clouded his vision and he shook his head furiously. "This is too dangerous, Marie, you aren't coming."
"Yes I am." Rogue retorted, standing up rather shakily and taking a couple of steps back just in case his anger got the best at him and he tried taking a swipe at her. When she was sure that she was out of arm's length, the young woman placed her hands stubbornly on her hips and glared down at Logan, who was glaring up at her. "I am coming and you can do nothing to stop me."
For some seconds they just glared daggers at each other, looking very much like child siblings whom were always fighting with each other. Then, when glaring wasn't working the miracles that both the Wolverine and the Rogue had expected, they sighed annoyed and then snorted at each other at the same time.
Sniffing the air all of a sudden, Logan growled low in his throat and narrowed his eyes accusingly at her. "You have One-Eye's scent all over you! You reek of it!" Hearing the silence and seeing the blush that greeted that observance, the Wolverine snorted, trying to get the smell out of his nostrils. "Are you bedding him?" Without waiting to hear her answer he announced in a decided tone: "I'll kill him. As soon as I get out of here I'll tear him to pieces."
Knowing that Logan wasn't one to bluff, all of the color drained out of her face. "You'll do no such thing! Scott is a good man who will be coming to help you and you won't hurt him!"
Something about the tone in her voice and the change in her smell caused Wolverine's anger to disappear. He seemed suddenly very pensive. "Cykes still loves the Doc."
"He will always love Jean." Rogue announced in a soft voice, gaze falling to the ground. She wasn't surprised when she felt a salty tear make its way down her cheek. Something in her always seemed to tear when she repeated this to herself, reminding herself that Scott and herself were just friends. "I'm Rogue the Untouchable."
"Don't sell yourself short, Marie. You never know what might be if you won't believe it can happen." Wolverine whispered in a voice that surprised the young woman. Just the very thought of Logan offering advice pm romance was so odd that she remained silent for a while trying to figure out if it had really happened.
Suddenly Rogue felt as if she was being torn apart from the reality she'd been taken to while in dream. She could see that Logan was mouthing something to her, but she couldn't hear what was being said. One moment she was trying to read his lips, and the next she was looking into dark shades.
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Far, far away, in a cell far too small for comfort, Logan awoke rather groggily. Looking around the darkness, he frowned. That had been one odd dream.
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"He will always love Jean…I'm Rogue the Untouchable…" Those words had stiffened Scott's heart as he heard Rogue whimpering them in her sleep. His eyes narrowed at the pain he'd heard placed into those nine choked words.
Logan. Rogue was dreaming of Logan and Jean, and the tears that were running down the young woman's cheeks meant that her heart was breaking.
Unable to bare it any longer, Scott began shaking her awake. He smiled weakly at her when her eyes fluttered open, revealing foggy eyes and wet lashes. Without speaking a word, he watched as color rose in her cheeks, since he was leaning partially over her. His eyes, hidden by the shades, roamed the face he dreamt of every night, and then lowered to the lips that had been doing wonders to him in his dreams.
Suddenly, on impulse, he cupped her face in his hands and without giving her time to react, he touched his lips to hers. The kiss, for it was a kiss, had only been designed to be a comfort to her, but when he'd felt her soft lips shyly moving against his, Scott didn't recognize the person who took over his body. His reaction to Rogue frightened himself, because the shock that ran through his body wasn't anything he'd ever felt before, and it left him craving more. Like an animal deprived of water he took the kiss deeper, deeper than he knew she had ever gone before.
Scott had always prided himself on being nothing less than a gentleman, but at the moment 'animalistic' was the only word that could describe the feelings that were vibrating throughout his body. As his kiss grew more passionate, one hand trailed down her body and dipped down into her pajama pants, his fingers tickling Rogue's stomach muscles and causing them to jump. Those devilish fingers of his moved slightly below and he felt Rogue's breathing accelerating as she groaned into his kiss.
Suddenly, realizing something, Scott Summers pulled out of their kiss and looked down at Rogue. Eyes widening, he realized that somehow he'd pulled up her shirt and had pulled himself on top of her. One hand was cupping the side of her face and the other was still stationed at a place that it shouldn't be. Well, this wasn't the only thing that surprised him.
Rogue must have realized it as well, because she suddenly gasped and went completely still, eyes widening in surprise and shock.
His skin was touching hers, and nothing was happening.
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I hope you liked that! I still want to take things slower for them, but don't fear, it shall happen soon, since I AM making this as only a short fic! Please Review!