Title: So Little Time
Author: The Scribe2
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Thanks for letting me borrow them.
A/N – Hello faithful readers. I'm really sorry for the months - long delay. Sometimes life gets in the way of good fiction.
I want to thank everyone for their reviews. You don't know how much they encouraged me. An extra special thank you goes to Phennie who really kept on me and made sure that I continued working on this little gem. It was very much welcomed and appreciated. I also want to thank The Reserved Reader who dropped me a line and let me know that other people were still interested. Lastly, I want to thank Tricky Business, who went back and reviewed an earlier chapter just to let me know how much she(?) liked the story. Thank you all so much. I hope you all enjoy this installment of "So little Time".
I advise that everyone go back and refresh themselves on the rest of the story before reading this chapter. I think you'll enjoy it more if you do.
Also, I had to break up "Thursday" into multiple parts because so much happens on that day.
Okay…Happy reading!
Thursday - Part 1
Xavier
Early Thursday morning Charles Xavier sat in his office putting the last of a series of documents into a manila envelope. All day Wednesday he had made phone calls, tapping into every source he had both within the Association and otherwise to find information that might help Logan. He wasn't sure whether the man was still interested, considering his budding relationship with Rogue, but Charles was a man of his word.
He was just sealing the packet when his private line rang. Charles frowned. It was 7:00 in the morning. Calls coming this early could only bring bad news.
"Hello," Charles spoke into the phone.
"Hello, old friend. Feeling better I hope," Erik Lensherr drawled, though his tone said just the opposite.
"What do you want," Charles inquired with restrained venom.
"The X-Men's heads on a platter," Erik retorted coldly before continuing, "My fight was never supposed to be with you, Charles, but when you placed yourself between my enemies and me, you became the enemy. This war that's between your X-Men and my Brotherhood won't end until one of us is dead… and I assure you, it will be you.
Charles gnashed his teeth before replying tersely, "If you're brave enough to try again, you know where we are."
"I'm no longer so foolish as to believe that I can win on your territory. It was a mistake I won't be repeating. I had in mind a more neutral location." Erik gave Charles some coordinates before stating, "Tomorrow at dawn."
"Ridiculous," Charles scoffed. "How do I know it's not a trap?"
"You don't," Magneto replied and then, with a click, the line went silent.
Logan
Fucking Scott, Logan thought to himself for the thousandth time as he walked next to Storm. Though he had allowed her to lead him away from Rogue's side the night before, the last thing he had wanted to do was to leave his woman at the mercy of Cyclops. If he hadn't known that it would upset Rogue, he would've just kicked the shit out of Scott and been done with it.
It was 8:00 in the morning now and their shift was finally ending. At the moment Logan and Storm were making their way back toward the house after having patrolled the wooded portion of the grounds during the night. As they entered the common room they ran across the professor who was conversing with Hank McCoy.
"Logan, Storm," Charles greeted solemnly as they approached. Logan could tell by his tone and the fact that he had traded his lover's pet name for her field one, that something was wrong. The older man addressed Ororo then. "Please join Cyclops in my office. I have something I need to discuss with the two of you."
"Of course," she said with a nod.
"I'll walk you over," Hank volunteered as he placed a hand on the small of her back before guiding her down the hall.
A moment later, Xavier handed Logan a thick envelope that had been sitting in his lap. "Here is the information that you requested. It is a little late, but a promise is a promise. I wish you the best of luck in your search." He held out his hand which Logan shook firmly before the Professor, too, headed off in the direction of his office.
When he was gone, Logan looked down at the package in his hand, stunned. How in the hell could he have forgotten? Then Logan grinned. On second thought, it wasn't that surprising. The last few days he'd been pleasantly distracted by a certain southern charmer. As he made his way toward the elevator he wondered how she'd feel about the two of them leaving soon, after all.
As he waited in the elevator for the doors to hiss open on his floor, Logan could feel the anticipation and exhilaration of the hunt growing in him. But even as the excitement built, common sense took over and he began thinking more practically. How was he going to manage things with Rogue along?
Before, when it was just him, it didn't matter if he ate or slept because his determination relentlessly drove him forward. But with Rogue along he'd have to make sure that she had everything she needed. Where would she sleep while they were on the road? The money he had left wouldn't pay for a camper or truck, and it wouldn't last long if he had to pay for a room every night.
And speaking of money, how the hell was he going to support them? If he had to go back to cage fighting and backroom brawling it would mean exposing Rogue to rough, mutant hating crowds every night. How could he make sure she was protected while he was in the ring? And all of this was without considering what they could encounter from other mutants…
Logan swore ferociously, hating the predicament he suddenly found himself in. It was a harsh reality to face…the fact that if the two of them left together he wouldn't be able to take care of his own female. He'd never felt more like a pussy. He could only imagine Rogue's look of disappointment when he explained his insufficiency to her, his failure. It shamed him more than he could say. He was used to doing what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted…but it just wasn't working out that way this time.
And that led to the next question. What the fuck was he going to do…leave her at the mansion while he goes off to chase ghosts? He knew she'd be pissed if he did. But he wasn't sure that he could just stay there with her and be an X-Man, never knowing what might have been.
As Logan made his way out of the elevator and down the hall he stared at the envelope in his hand, his mind rolling with indecision. Once in his room he gave the packet one more hard look before opening his closet and throwing it in, shutting the door with a bang.
Rogue
Rogue didn't know where Logan and 'Ro had gotten off to on Wednesday night, so she'd stayed with John and Jubilee during their watch. The three of them had walked throughout the house, exploring every inch that they could access, just to pass the time. At around 4:00 am they had spent a couple of hours in front of the TV, then finally did another couple of laps around the huge house until their shift ended at 8:00.
Now covering a yawn Rogue reached Logan's room and opened the door to find him standing in front of his closet looking lost in thought. When she shut the door he looked up at her then came over and wrapped his arms around her, greedily kissing her neck. Rogue laughed and looped her arms behind his head.
Suddenly Logan pulled back, his expression searching. "Did Scott give you any shit during his little talk?"
"No," Rogue said and trailed a gloved finger down Logan's cheek. "He really does mean well. Promise me that you won't harass him or fight with him anymore."
Logan frowned at her for a silent moment before finally saying, "I'll try."
"That's all I ask," Rogue said sweetly and softly kissed his lips. "Now, I want the pleasure of peeling you out of this thing," she said seductively as she began to pull down the zipper on Logan's uniform. As she did so, Logan let his hands wonder down to grip her behind.
"You know, you're not so bad in leather, either."
She grinned at him and threw out, "Glad to hear that I can give 'Ro a run for her money." Logan chuckled and gave her cheeks a sound squeeze. A second later his expression sobered somewhat when she began to push the pliable leather off of his shoulders and to run her hands over him.
With curious concentration she continued sliding the fabric downward revealing a pair of grey boxer briefs. When the uniform was cast aside Rogue took in the sight of him. Her eyes trailed over his broad shoulders and well defined chest covered in dark hair, before devouring his six pack abs, trim waist, and muscular thighs.
"You are sexy as hell," she declared and the corner of his mouth lifted. She reached out to touch him again but he caught her wrists, quickly removing the gloves of her uniform and placed her bare hands on his chest.
"Much better," he said softly.
"Old habits die hard," she commented with a small smile of her own and began to trace the hard lines of his body. Finally she knelt in front of him and began to pull down on his boxers. His body was already hard and waiting. She reached out to touch him and he groaned.
"Keep it up and it'll be over before it starts," he warned.
Rogue only chuckled and darted her tongue out to taste him. He sucked in a quick breath through clenched teeth and gripped her by the forearms, pulling her up and kissing her hard on the mouth. He began to fumble for her zipper but she pulled away from him.
"No, no. Not yet," she chided and his expression became a mix of excitement and disappointment. She pushed him on the chest until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat, looking up at her with a raised brow.
"Relax," she whispered combing her fingers through the hair on either side of his head. She then backed up a couple of paces and began to slowly pull down her zipper. His mouth parted and she could smell his desire like a powerful musk. She slid the uniform off of her shoulders dramatically, unveiling her shiny black bra that resembled the leather of her suit. She had been planning this moment since they were interrupted the day before.
She slid the dark uniform gently down her hips, swaying her body as she did so, then leisurely gathered her long dark hair over one shoulder and reached behind her to unhook her bra. When it fell to the floor she took one step closer. She drew her fingertips across the front of her black panties that sat low on her hips, accentuating her curves. "Do you want to get these," she asked flirtingly.
With hunger smoldering in his eyes he beckoned to her with his finger. She took the last step that brought her back into his reach and those awesomely calloused hands began to pull down the fragile fabric of her underwear, massaging her thighs as he did so. Once finished, he pulled her closer and began to tease her breasts with his face, brushing his lips over the hardened buds before taking them into his mouth. The gentle play made goose bumps rise on her flesh. She sank her fingers into his thick hair as his lips, tongue, and even teeth toyed with her.
As he continued his teasing he slid his hand up her inner thigh before stroking the ultrasensitive spot at the joining of her legs, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He carried on with the tender assault until her body began to tremble with it. Feeling the delicious tension in her build she stilled his hand with her own and reached over into his drawer and pulled out a condom.
"Show me," she asked simply and he tore it open and guided her hands, showing her how to roll it on. When done, their lips met in a burning kiss as she climbed up onto his lap, allowing his rigid body to enter hers.
They wrapped their arms around each other as she began to move her hips, each stroke bringing her a thrill of pleasure. It must have been the same for Logan because he groaned in rhythm with her undulations. She lost track of everything as she gave herself over to the feelings coursing through her body. As she moved against him sensation built upon sensation. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his back as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby. Just let yourself go," Logan murmured as he threaded his fingers into her hair, his breath warm and wet against her ear.
For a moment Rogue teetered on the precipice, then her head fell back and she moaned as she fell headlong into a sea of bliss.
A few moments later, while her body still shivered, Logan brushed her sweaty hair away from her face. "That's it," he whispered again then kissed her deeply.
One minute he was kissing her, the next he was rolling her under him. She clung to him, caressing his shoulders as he moved his body within her. In no time he, too, found release.
Eventually, after more shared kisses and touches, the two of them climbed under the covers and Logan pulled her into his arms. As Rogue lay there listening to his heart beat and feeling his hand rub over her back every so often, she knew in her heart that she was in love with him.
Logan
As Logan held Rogue in his arms, feeling her chest rise and fall with every breath, he knew without the shadow of a doubt that he couldn't live without her.
Xavier
When Xavier reached his office Ororo and Scott were talking softly. They fell silent as he approached them.
"I have news," Charles began and relayed to them the phone call he'd received earlier that morning.
"It's a set up," Scott said.
"My sentiments, exactly," Ororo added.
Xavier nodded, not surprised that they were all of the same mind. "After receiving the call, I used Cerebro to try and locate Magneto. He did allow himself to be detected. He's stationed just a few miles from the location he specified. The rest of the Brotherhood are there as well."
"Maybe he's developed some new weapon to use against us," Storm mused
"Or maybe he's sincere for once and really wants to end this," Xavier offered.
"I think he's sincere about wanting to kill us," Scott replied pointedly.
"He could never win against us in a fair fight," Storm maintained definitively.
"But what's the likelihood that he'll play fair," Scott countered.
They were all silent for moment before Storm added, "I believe that this is the perfect opportunity for us to flush them all out and to defeat them, once and for all,"
After another moment of silent deliberation Scott replied, "I say we do it."
Xavier's eyes met Storm's. "And you're sure about this."
"Yes," she answered emphatically. "It's time to stand and fight, but we'll need help."
Xavier stared off thoughtfully before responding, "I believe I'll place some calls to a few old friends. In the meantime we'll give Storm's team an opportunity to rest before briefing everyone," he finished. The two leaders nodded and Scott stood to leave.
"I'll see you this evening," Ororo said to him and he patted her shoulder companionably before quietly leaving the office.
Storm
When Ororo and Xavier were alone the professor maneuvered his chair closer and stroked her cheek before leaning forward to capture her lips. She sighed softly against his mouth and trailed her fingers down the back of his neck.
When he pulled away he murmured, "I missed you last night. It was nearly impossible to sleep without you."
She smiled and leaned forward to rest her cheek on his shoulder. "How were you able to sleep before I found my way into your bed?"
He ran a hand over her hair and answered, "I don't think I was really alive before you found your way into my bed."
They were both silent for a moment before Ororo whispered, "I love you."
Xavier's arms gathered her closer and he held her tightly to his chest. "And I love you, my darling Precious," he answered back, warmly. Ororo's heart fluttered at the sound of the words finally coming from him.
After another quiet moment Charles spoke again. "I know that we have to end this. I know that it's paramount that we defeat the brotherhood. But I'm uneasy about what is to take place."
Ororo drew away to look into Charles' eyes. "You don't think we're prepared to overpower them?"
"I have no doubts about the X-Men's abilities. My concern is for you."
Ororo nodded her understanding. "Nothing is going to happen to me," she reassured him.
Xavier was silent for a moment. When he spoke again his tone was disquieting. "Erik wants to do unimaginable, unspeakable things to you just to hurt me… then he would give you to Victor." He halted briefly, obviously disturbed by the image.
"But I won't let that happen," he finally continued harshly, a dark fire burning in his eyes. "I will do whatever it takes to protect you… whatever the cost."
Ororo narrowed her eyes at Charles. She wasn't sure what he meant, but she recognized the determined set of his jaw. "Whatever they think to do to me, it won't stop me from showing up on that battlefield. There are some things that are bigger than you and I…like insuring a safe future for our students and every other mutant…maybe even our own children. I'm not afraid, so don't do anything foolish for my benefit. I can handle myself."
"I cannot lose you," he declared passionately.
"And you won't," she insisted before placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Now, come to bed with me and let's forget about fighting and war for a while." She kissed him again and his hands cupped her face.
"You need sleep," he pointed out.
"I need you," she rejoined and stood. "Now take me to bed, Professor."
Jean
Jean, Scott, Bobby, and Kitty were on duty again that morning. After his meeting with the professor, Scott had caught up with her as she walked through the deserted halls of the first floor.
The two of them had barely exchanged a word in the hours since they'd discovered Logan and Rogue together. When everyone had left the professor's office on Wednesday evening after discussing the appropriateness of the relationship, Scott had barely looked at her. She knew he was angry that she seemed to be siding with Logan.
The truth was, as she'd sat and listened to the others debate over the wrongness or rightness of the situation, she'd thought of her own indefensible behavior over the last few days. Jean figured that if a grown woman like herself could act so foolishly, surely it was possible for the younger woman to be mature enough to handle the Wolverine. After the warm intimacy she'd witnessed between the two of them, Jean was pretty sure she could.
At present Jean and Scott continued walking the halls. Jean kept not only her eyes and ears alert, but also made sure her telepathic senses were sharp as well. She was "listening" intently when she was bombarded in her mind's eye by a vision of Logan, sweaty and panting. Jean gasped and tried to force out the image.
"Everything okay," Scott asked placing a supporting hand on the small of her back.
"Yeah, it's nothing," she replied casually as they again began to walk. A moment later she saw Logan again, eyes shut and mouth slack in pleasure. Jean stopped again, closing her eyes and pressing her hands to her temples.
"Magneto," Scott questioned in alarm.
"No," She answered quickly.
It wasn't uncommon for Jean to pick up thoughts and images from the students, particularly if they were in a heightened emotional state, if she didn't take the initiative to block them out. And normally she did, but today she had left herself wide open and was now seeing Logan through Rogue's mind. And for a fleeting instant she could feel Rogue's immense enjoyment of him.
Clearing the scene from her mind, Jean hesitated for a moment before revealing, "Rogue and Logan are umm…together." She wasn't sure what made her tell him. It was a private matter and Scott definitely didn't need to know.
Scott's face tensed and he looked away from her. "If he hurts her, I'll kill him."
"I think he's in love with her," she quietly admitted.
Scott's head turned sharply back toward her. She knew that behind those glasses his eyes were narrowed. "And how is it that you know so much about what's been going on between them?"
Her heart jumped at the accusation in his voice. "This is Logan we're talking about," she hedged. "Did you really think he'd keep his distance from me? When he began to back off, I knew that things between them had changed." It was a small comfort to Jean to know that what she'd said was only half a lie.
Leaning in, he uttered, "Even knowing what you know about him… even after this sudden change of heart from one day to the next, you still supported letting him stay. That's an awful lot of trust you have in Logan. It makes me wonder what that says about you."
Jean flinched. She deserved that and more, she knew, but still somehow it cut her. With a sinking feeling, she wondered, too, exactly what kind of woman she had become.
Rogue
Rogue wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, but when she rolled over and reached out across the bed she encountered only empty space. Frowning, she sat up and looked around the room. Her eyes finally settled on Logan, sitting in a plush chair wearing a pair of jeans, thrown on haphazardly and staring at a thick envelope in his hands.
She reached for the flannel shirt that hung from one of the bedposts and slipped it on, not bothering to button it up. As she padded over to Logan she couldn't help but notice his troubled expression. She wondered, sympathetically, if he'd had another nightmare.
Coming up behind him, she trailed her hands over his shoulders comfortingly before wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he replied, nodding slightly.
"Why don't you come back to bed," she encouraged softly, and rubbed her smooth cheek against his furry one.
"In a minute, babe" he answered, his voice rough and quiet.
Rogue let out a soft sigh as she straightened, then kissed the top of his head. Though she wanted to know what was making him so somber, she wouldn't press him. She was about to return to bed when the envelope in his hands caught her eye again. "What is that?"
Logan gave a grunt. "The professor finally got back to me. It's everything he could find that might lead me to my past."
"Logan," she whispered excitedly, coming around to take the packet from his grasp. "And you haven't even opened it yet."
Exhaling loudly Logan sat back in his chair and rubbed her leg affectionately. "I'm waiting until all this brotherhood stuff is over. A few more days won't kill me."
With a laugh, Rogue knelt in front of him and kissed him soundly on the lips. "I'm so happy for you. I just know that something in this envelope will lead us to your past."
Rogue saw Logan's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed before letting his hand graze her cheek. "When I go…if I go, I can't take you with me."
Rogue's smile faltered and for a moment she was surprised into silence. A second later her face wrinkled in confusion. "Why would you say that?" .
"Because it's true," he answered and his brow lifted just a fraction in emphasis.
When she saw that he was serious, Rogue gave an uncertain little laugh. "That doesn't make sense. We talked about leaving together just yesterday. We agreed that if Scott said you had to go, I was coming with you."
Logan rubbed a hand over his face before replying, "I know… but that was anger talking. I wasn't really thinking."
Rogue's mouth worked in disbelief …wasn't really thinking? He was making it sound as though he didn't really want her with him.
Trying to hide some of her discomfiture, Rogue took a moment and sat down on the floor before looking back up at Logan. "So you think it'll be too much trouble to take me along."
"No…it's not that," he said, shaking his head in denial and pursing his lips.
"Okay," she replied, still unsure. "So what's the problem?"
"I can't afford to take you," he revealed gruffly, and looked rather uncomfortable as he said the words.
So that was it. He was worried about money. Rogue gave him a small indulgent smile. "What are you talking about… you can make a killing in the ring, and I'm not some helpless weakling. I can work… do odd jobs along the way."
"No," he said firmly. "I don't want you slumming around with me. And I can't be sure that I could always be right there to protect you. It's safer for you to stay here."
Taken aback Rogue gawked at him. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I can protect myself. What do you think I've been doing for the last 2 years, twiddling my thumbs? I'm an X-Man. I really don't see why it should be that big of a deal if I come with you."
"Rogue, will you please just trust me," he replied, and gave her a look that said he didn't want her to argue the point anymore. He was about to be sorely disappointed.
"Logan," she admonished, realizing that she sounded like she was scolding a wayward youngster. "I'm coming with you, and there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise."
"Rogue…" he began in objection.
"I'm serious, Logan," she insisted. "Nothing you say will persuade me that it's a bad idea."
"Rogue," he rumbled again in warning, but she stopped him once more.
"I mean it. My mind is made up. You can like it or not, but I'm coming with you."
"Rogue, damnit, listen," he ground out, taking hold of her upper arms. "This is not some fairytale getaway. I don't have any money. Do you understand what that means? It means sleeping wherever, whenever. It means eating whatever, whenever. And all of this out there in a world full of people who hate us. In places like I'm going, if they get even a whiff of what we are..." His words trailed off as he dropped his hands and shook his head. "It's brutal and it's dangerous and it's no place for you."
While he made his little speech Rogue's mouth had fallen open and anger rushed through her. Why the hell was he suddenly treating her like some kind of pathetic child? "I've been on the road before, Logan, or have you forgotten? And I'm not some scared little girl anymore."
His mouth hardened and he angled his head at her. "Then be grown up enough to know it's better to stay here where you have everything you could ever need."
There was silence for a while as neither of them seemed to know what to say. Logan adjusted his back in the chair and stared off at the wall while Rogue stood, if for no other reason than to help herself think. Her mind was reeling from the suddenly harsh turn their conversation had taken.
She walked back toward the bed and raked a frustrated hand through her hair. She couldn't figure out why Logan would be so resigned to the idea that her going with him was impossible. The Wolverine she knew acted first and thought about the consequences later. Why would he be so adamant about her staying at the mansion?
Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to Rogue. Logan was gone for two years with only one piece of information from the Professor the last time. The envelope that she held in her hands now contained enough info to keep him away forever. This was most likely his way of cutting ties with her so that he could take off unencumbered.
She came back over to him and dropped the parcel into his lap, meeting his eyes squarely. She wanted to hear the truth from him. "So what is it that you expect from me," she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Am I supposed to wait around for you until you decide to bring your sorry ass back?"
He drew back slightly like he was surprised by the question. "You make it sound like you can't."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she intoned sarcastically, her hands moving to her hips. "I meant for it to sound like I won't." She tossed her head defiantly. "If you leave this house, I'm not going to wait for you." At her words he stood, his eyes roaming over her face, and he had the nerve to look as though she had hurt him. She wasn't fooled. "I know that you don't care whether I wait or not. You were here biding your time until the professor got back with you. You said so yourself. Whether you spent that time with me or with Jean didn't matter as long as you got laid. Now you have what you came for and you're ready to leave."
"So that's what you think of me," he questioned and a muscle worked in his face. "I thought you knew me better than that."
"You know, I thought I did, too." She turned and went over to grab up her uniform. She had allowed him to humiliate her long enough. Stripping off his shirt she called out, "Tell me something, if it were Jean in your bed instead of me would you still be leaving?"
He clinched his jaw before answering, "If I had been with Jean I'd already be gone."
Logan
To Logan it felt like the room was spinning. How had their conversation turned into this?
"If you leave this house, I'm not going to wait for you," she'd said and at the sound of those words he had felt the air in his lungs escape him. What the fuck? She couldn't wait a few months for him to search without looking for some other guy to take his place?
Her declaration had made him think of that little shit, Bobby, and Logan had wanted to growl his fury. Images of that piss ant touching Rogue, even if it was through ice or fabric, made Logan's gut boil with rage. He was so far gone he couldn't stand it. He needed her… and he didn't fucking share.
And he was sure that she had only brought up Jean just to make herself feel better about moving on.
"What happened to there being no bullshit between us," she was saying now. She had begun to slip back into her uniform, not even bothering with her underwear.
"I'm not bullshitting you," he said irately. A moment later, angry and frustrated, Logan raked a hand through his unruly hair and growled out, "I didn't ask for any of this," referring to his strong attachment to her and the unfamiliar ache in his chest, though he was speaking more to himself than to her.
"No, you didn't, and I understand," she began, her words dripping with mockery and anger as she finished zipping up and faced him. "I understand that you're used to looking out only for yourself. I know that you only do what's convenient for the Wolverine, whether it be popping the cherry on little Marie or leaving your baggage behind."
Logan's nostrils flared as he drew in a harsh breath. How could she think so little of him? It didn't matter if everyone else in the world thought he was a piece of shit, but not Rogue. In her eyes he wanted…no…needed to be somebody worthwhile.
"So that's how you see me," he asked, his anger running unchecked. He narrowed his eyes and stalked in front of her, towering over her. "Tell me something, little Marie, did I show up at your door looking to fuck or did you show up at mine?"
She sucked in a shocked breath and her face contorted into a look of horrified shame before she reared back and slapped him, the clap echoing in the silence of the room. A second later she cradled her hand with the other. Logan knew that the contact with his metal had stung and he had to restrain himself from reaching out to check on her.
"I can't believe I gave myself to you," she said in a small voice. A beat later she made her way over to the door, but before going through she looked over her shoulder and with trembling lips said, "Don't ever speak to me again," then she was gone.
For a while Logan stood unmoving, rooted to his spot, staring at the door. He had not meant to say those words. Her accusation had wounded him and he had lashed out like he would toward anyone else, but this wasn't just some asshole he was dealing with here. This was Rogue…his Rogue…and he had just lost her….
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