Author's Note: This chapter is for my reviewers thus far :D Without you I definatly wouldn't have gotten this far :D
Dreams of Black and Blue Ch 4
"Logan???" Rogue sat up fast, her nighty neatly falling into place on her slightly sore thighs. She had thought she heard him speak but wasnt sure if it was the Logan in her head, the Logan of her dreams or... "What the hell are you doing in my room?!" The last 2 words came out a near squeek. She could pretty much guess what he was doing there... What was with everyone reading her mid lately? She kept that thought to herself this time. In a house full of mutant ability and a handful of actual psychics the question meant less to her everytime she voiced it.
"It's... it's not what you think." She stammered weakly, clumsily throwing her blanket over both her lower half and the discarded toy and clutching it tightly to her neck.
"What I think is that you were roughed up by some horny frat boy and didn't tell me." He said angrily, gesturing to her thighs under the thick blanket. "GodDAMNIT MARIE," He exploded, "I can't protect you if you're running off in secret with a walking hormone. Damnit!"
"I wasn't roughed up by no boy!" Rogue yelled back, her grammer slipping lightly. "And who're you to protect me?!? Running off for months at a time. Shouldn't you be off ogling Jeannie or something? And who I run off with in secret is no business of yours." /Though it kind of is since it kind of IS you.../ She thought.
"The what the hell happened to your legs?" He asked, hands on hips, leaning back.
Rogue thought fast. The best she could come up with was: "I was climbing trees with Bobby. I lost grip with my gloves on and skid over some knots in the trunk."
"Sure kid." He replied, a bit more calm and alot more smug. "I'll find out who it was by the end of the day tomorrow. I don't plan on leaving again, and I will be there the next time and the next time after that, and the next time until you can defend yourself." He slipped out the door.
"What if I don't want to defend myself?" She whispered to herself.
Logan's head poked back into the room. "I heard that." He said. "And who I ogle is no business of yours, Darlin'. Goodnight."