Wrong Side Of Right
Chapter 8
"Rogue. Open the door. Please Rogue!" she didn't answer to Bobby's pleading voice and frantic knocks and instead turned her music up louder – not caring about the headache she was receiving due to it – and continued reading her book. The knocks stopped suddenly, and she heard muffled voices outside her room, and then someone knocked loudly
"Rogue?" it was Logan's voice, and she immediately set aside her book and turned the volume of her music down "Stripes?" she stood up slowly, and opened her bedroom door a crack, peering out at him
"Yeah?" she whispered
"Can I come in?" Marie nodded, stepping aside and swinging her door open. Logan shut it as soon as he stepped into the room, and studied her as she sat back down on her bed, drawing her feet up beneath her and placing one hand on her stomach
"Ran into Ice-prick?" he asked, she nodded
"Ah can't face him, Logan." She said quietly "He's still with Emma, and I can't face him." Logan nodded, stepping over and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She buried her face into his chest, crying silently.
"Hey, come on kid." he said gently, "The boy doesn't deserve you. You don't need to get upset."
"I hate him so much Logan." She whispered "But mah baby's still his. What will I do if it asks who its da is?" Logan wrapped his other arm around her, rocking her gently
"You can tell the baby whatever you want, Marie." He told her "Tell it Ice-prick's the father, and he left you for the Wicked Witch of New York," Marie choked out a laugh "Tell it the father's trying to save all mutant life and can't be there. Hell. Tell it Kurt's the father if you want."
"Logan!" Marie scolded, though she was smiling and had stopped crying now. She rested her head on his shoulder, staring up at him with bloodshot eyes
"I'm being really stupid, aren't I?" she asked. Logan shook his head
"Nah you're not, darling." He said gently "You don't want him anywhere you or the baby. And you're worried about a confrontation with him." He sighed "Marie…"
"Hmmm?" she raised her head, staring at him, and then her mouth flew open "You're leaving, aren't you?" he nodded
"Just for a few weeks," he admitted, "Ororo thinks they might have found something about my past. I'm going up to Canada again. Marie…" she shook her head, cutting him off
"You need to go." She told him firmly "You need to find out about your past. Just come back before the baby's born?" He grinned
"I promise I'll be back before then, Stripes." He laughed, "You've got another three months or so. I'll be back." He released her slightly and started digging into his jeans pocket "I know you'll be alright, Half-pint and Jubilee will look after you, and no doubt Ororo will watch you." He grinned and pressed a piece of paper into her hand. "'Ro's given me a cell phone. If you have any trouble, call me." She nodded, watching him as he walked to the bedroom door.
"Logan!" she called out, and he turned to be caught in a hug
"Be careful," she whispered. He nodded, kissed the top of her head softly, and left.