Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone who belongs in the Xmen movies, cartoons or comic strips. I don't own anything Harry Potter or 'Elektra' either, really, I don't.
Wow…the last chapter…cries…I'm going to miss this story! I sorta grew attached to it, another reason I didn't want to finish it! But here is the last chapter…OF THE FIRST BOOK IN A SERIES! Okay, I'm hoping to make a series out of this. Some people from other movies/comics/cartoons might appear briefly in some of the other stories. Well, when you finish this chapter read the little note I left, please?
The wedding took place in the gardens and a mutant reverend, spiked red tail and all, performed the romantic ceremony. The witnesses had been quite shocking, for there was Bobby signing for Rogue, and Logan, who had refused to wear a 'monkey suit' signed for Scott, telling the other man that he didn't know how much trouble he'd just given himself, getting hitched with the mischievous Rogue. Yet the friendly smile Scott returned showed the audience that he was willing, and looking forwards, to that trouble.
Though she'd refused the prestigious offer of flower girl, 'Mione (whom everyone kept stubbornly calling 'Genie') had participated in the ceremony…if you could count partially healing the knee of the small ring bearer when he'd fallen down the aisle while bringing the rings to the future spouses. The realization that she couldn't control her powers ticked off the young girl to no end, and she spent the rest of the service trying to figure out the reason why she couldn't control them.
Momentarily distracted by the announcement of the throwing of the bouquet, Hermione smiled at her mutant godfather, wondering how her other one was. Shaking her head she returned her attention to the screaming females, and looking around to make sure that no one was paying attention to her, she concentrated on the bouquet as it flew from Rogue's hands, into the air, and onto an unexpected Storm's head as she reached for a drink that Kurt brought her. Hermione frowned, she'd meant for the bouquet to fall in the woman's hands.
Why can't I control my powers?
Laughter and teases rose from the air, and Storm looked down blinkingly at the bouquet as she bent down and picked it up slightly confused, not even having noticed that Rogue had thrown it. Her eyes met with Kurt's and they both blushed, looking away.
Jubilee, Kurt's ex girlfriend, glared at the couple.
Hermione bit her lip, eyebrows nearly touching in a guilty frown. Maybe she shouldn't have intervened like that.
Her eyes went around the crowd. She hadn't seen them in five months—almost six. She'd been with Logan on his journeys, and while he was exceedingly annoying she'd grown a soft spot for him. When during one of her long telepathic conversations with her godfather he'd mentioned Rogue's and Scott's soon marriage, and how Scott wanted Logan as his witness, Hermione had almost had to force Logan back, but he'd gone back on his own will.
"Hey."
Turning she met blue eyes. "Hello."
He sat next to her and for a moment he was silent. "I want to thank you, you know--."
"Forget about it." Realizing that this wasn't necessary, she smiled and placed her hand on Bobby's. "How are you doing now? Are you feeling better?"
Once again he was silent for a moment, then he just shook his head, a small smile appearing. "I'm actually doing a lot better. I was able to be Rogue's witness and be sincerely happy for both of them. Scott and I talked things over the day after, after you left, and we've become something like friends. I'm actually thinking about staying on as the new Mathematic teacher."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "But isn't Scott the Mathematic teacher?"
"Ya, but he's going to become the teacher of Astronomy, it's a new class. So since I'm his best student I was offered the job, and I think I'm going to accept it." Reaching for the drink the winged waitresses were handing out, he passed one to her as well. "What about you? Are you planning on staying here or are you going to be running off with Wolverine again?"
"Our time to stay hasn't arrived yet. Things still need to happen before the next links can join." Ignoring his curiosity to her words, she sniffed the drink. "They're serving out alcohol?" Noticing for the first time that Logan was not out of hearing, and that he had heard that…and was heading towards her with determination…she quickly tipped her head and drank down the strong liquid. Passing Logan the empty glass when he arrived by her side, Hermione made a face and held at her throat, coughing slightly. "Sorry." She said, whether to Bobby or Logan it wasn't sure. "I just needed to see what all the fuss was about." Clearing her burning throat, she gave a sheepish smile when she noticed her godfather eyeing her disapprovingly.
"There aint no fuss over Champaign. That's for sissies." Logan answered back.
Making a face at him, Hermione felt slightly dizzy. "I'll have to steal one of your beers next time then."
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"Damn little midget, cheeky too." Logan mumbled as he threw away the empty glass, watching as Bobby and 'Mione danced together, laughing. Everyone was so happy and he sat at one of the tables with the professor, growing annoyed since the professor had scolded him and interrogated him on whether 'Mione had become alcoholic with him.
"Oh Logan, its so nice to see you here again." Storm announced with a smile as she sat down next to them, face flushed from the dancing. Ever since the music had started she hadn't left the dance floor until now, changing dance partners multiple times until her feet were killing her and a heel was threatening to break.
"If it wasn't that it's Stripes that's getting hitched, and I wanted to see that for myself, I wouldn't be back." Taking a gulp of the beer in his hands, his eyes went to Rogue and Scott, who were dancing happily in each other's arms, giving each other those disgustingly sweet looks that made Logan sick at his stomach. God forbid he ever look at anyone like that. "Our schedule has been busy. We've got another clue; this time it's a woman, a woman that's named Elektra. Seems she's some big time assassin or something like that, she's probably the type of woman I would have known before losing my memory."
"Elektra?" For the first time since Storm had come, Xavier spoke, forgetting that he had scolded Logan for 'Mione's first taste of alcohol. "I've heard of her. She studied under a friend of mine, Sensei Stick. This woman Elektra was brought from the dead and fought against The Hand, proving to be one of the greatest warriors ever to have lived. Stick speaks highly of her."
"Whether anyone speaks highly of her or not, the midget and I got a contact information that seems to be worth its weight in gold. We know where she is and we're going to go there as soon as this is finished." Rather bored with the marriage, Logan's instincts were crying for the road.
"I'd be careful with her, Logan." Charles Xavier announced. "She's an assassin."
"And I'm not?" Logan wanted to know, taking another long sip of his beer.
"Genie's not." The older man once more scolded, wondering, not for the first time, why his goddaughter insisted on going with Logan, why was she so sure that he needed her?
"The midget might be young but she's able to take care of herself, not that I don't keep an eye on her, so don't give me that look old man. Plus, she wants to be called Hermione, you should respect that." Putting down his third empty can of beer, Logan looked around for more. "All we want is to get out of here."
Storm made a face. "She's just a child, Logan. She shouldn't be exposed to all that violence and danger. She should be here studying with us, staying safe."
"I'll remind you that she stowaway in my car--."
"Scott's car." Xavier reminded.
"Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten about that little detail." Then shaking his head, Logan sighed. "Look, I understand you Storm, and you professor, being her godfather and all, but she's a big girl now, and she's actually a good help. It's amazing how much you can get out of someone when you have someone with you who can--."
Xavier placed his hand up. "I don't want to know what you've made my goddaughter do."
A smirk appeared on Logan's face. "Well, it really isn't much. She doesn't have much control over her powers."
"Exactly why she should be here and not out there with you." Storm announced passionately. "It's dangerous when a mutant can't control their powers, especially if they are powers as strong and hers. She should stay here and learn to dominate her powers."
"And who is going to teach her? You? The professor? Scott?" Logan asked with an angry snort. "The only one who could have taught her to control her powers was Jean, and she's dead."
There was an uncomfortable silence before Storm reached across the table and placed her hand over Logan's surprising everyone, especially herself. "I know that you loved Jean, Logan, and I also know that the reason you like having Genie around is because she reminds you of Jean. But think of Genie, she deserves better than having to live out your life's mystery. She deserves to start a life of her own, here."
"Good luck convincing her on that, Doctor Phil." Jerking his hand from hers, Logan stood from the table. "I'm going to get some sleep and first thing morning I'm gone. And if I were you I wouldn't be overly surprised if she doesn't decide to stay." He looked up at the sunny, cloudless sky. "Lovely weather." And with that he left the celebration and a sad Storm.
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Dancing with her husband, Rogue couldn't believe it. She'd gotten married. Scott was her husband. A smile appeared on her face as she leaned her head against his shoulder, sighing with happiness as he pulled her closer to him. Their bodies aligned perfectly, as if they had been made for each other. And deep inside her she believed that they had been made for each other. From before their birth they'd been predestined to be with the other, there was no other solution for their happy ending, for their happiness.
"You're not sleepy, are you?" Scott asked with a chuckled as his hands lowered down her back, resting around her hips, as he pulled her closer to him. "I hope you aren't. Because I don't plan on letting you sleep all night. It is our honeymoon tonight, and I'm planning on tiring you more than before."
Blushing Rogue wondered how he could be any more intense. Having moved in with him some months ago she'd found out how insatiable he could be, and she wondered how he planned on tiring her more than usual. "I'm far from sleepy." She was silent for a moment, memories of sadder times returning. "I can't believe that we're married. I—I can't believe that I found someone who loved me when I was Untouchable."
"And I can't believe that I found someone who taught my dead heart that it wasn't wrong to love again." He kissed her forehead, a happy expression on his face. "I really love you, Marie 'Rogue' Summers, and I promise to love you until the day that I die."
Those words filled her with happiness. "I love you too, Scott Summers. And you wont escape my love."
"I wouldn't want to. That's the only trap I don't ever want to get free from." Their lips touched as they expressed physically the love and passion they held for each other.
Ending the kiss when the music died out, Rogue looked up into her husband's face. Many times she wished that she could see his eyes and thus easily be able to read his emotions, his real feelings, yet now she didn't. Now she knew every muscle of his face, knew how to read him without having to look at his eyes. And she loved him so very much that she hardly ever remembered that she couldn't look at him in his eyes, or that she didn't even know what color they were. For her those things were unnecessary details. She loved him just the way he was.
Sighing happily she closed her eyes and continued to dance when the next song began.
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Waking up with a start, Rogue looked around the darkened room and then down at her sleeping husband, sleeping mask on. Glad that he was alive and safe and sound, she narrowed her eyes, feeling the angry red heat that had tried killing her in her sleep had been repelled by a sweet, cold green light. Had it been only a nightmare?
Looking down at her naked skin, her hands were red and slightly tender from when she'd tried defending herself from the heat.
It hadn't been a dream.
Worried she debated whether to turn on the light or not, but not wanting to disturb Scott's rest she sat in the darkness of their room, shivering in fear. The heat seemed to still prevail the room, yet cool circled around her, and a slight green mist encircled the bed, pushing back the red heat until both of them disappeared through the walls, and everything returned to normality.
What had just happened?
Turning in bed, Scott groaned and felt for Rogue, frowning when he felt that she was sitting up. A yawn was heard. "Rogue? Are you alright?"
"Of course I am sweetie. I just had a bad dream that's all." Lying back down and cuddling against him, Rogue closed her eyes, feeling safe when his arm went around her protectively and pulled her even tighter against him.
"You sure?" His voice was sleepy yet worried all at the same time as he spoke against her ear, tickling her.
"Yes, it's all over now." Speaking breathily when he started alternating from nibbling on her ear to nibbling on the skin behind it, Rogue gulped slightly, closing her eyes in ecstasy.
"Oh no, baby. It's only started." And with that, Scott rolled on top of her, mouth on hers as he aligned himself with her and pushed inside, a little groan on pleasure escaping him at her velvety entrance, at the way she clutched as him, bringing him in further. "I love you Rogue, no matter what happens in the future, I'll always love you."
Whimpering beneath him, Rogue gave a little cry of pleasure when he began moving in and out at her with cruel slowness. "I love you too Scott, I love you so much."
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In her room, Hermione shook her head. If its presence hadn't awoken her Rogue would have been dead. Or more importantly, the baby inside her would be dead. But from now on Rogue and the child would be safe, and that was all that mattered.
Lying down once more, the brunette sighed. The morning was soon upon them.
THE END
Hello! I hope that you all liked this story! Well, I've been really thinking about making this into a unique series and I already have an idea for book two: Adapting….or so far I have it named that. If you're interested in reading book two whenever I can get it out you can put me on your Author Alert or just keep checking my page. I hope that you all loved this story and will read my next one whenever it comes out. Thank you for all reading and reviewing. You were my inspiration to continue with this little story!
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