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Yea me! Two chapter in one day, and a long one at that. I'm so proud of myself. LOL I hope everyone enjoys.
I want to give Terri Berri a big thank you for letting me play with her idea about a mutant who could see into other's past. I didn't use her mutant or idea exactly, but I got the idea from her, so the credit is hers.
Chapter 8
Rogue knew that Logan rarely shared this information with anyone, and it touched her that he had opened up to her, even though he had no reason too.
Logan looked back at Rogue to see her giving him a serious intent stare that confused him and made him curious.
Knowing she was only opening herself to possibly being hurt again, after he got what he wanted, Rogue brace herself. Marie however was determined for some unknown reason that it was going to be okay, that Logan wouldn't hurt them.
"What is it kid?" Logan asked when she only continued to stare at him seriously.
"Do you want to know how old you are?" Rogue asked, her voice in a whisper, but her expression remain serious as she held his gaze, that had turned into a serious and tired expression.
"Yeah, I do." He answered honest after a brief silence between the two.
Rogue closed her eyes and searched back through his past, which was quite long to her surprise. Even longer than she had first expected, and she knew it was long to begin with. She soon found the knowledge she wanted, then opened her eyes to meet a very confused and curious, but also leery Logan.
"You were born on April 30, 1898, in Alberta Canada." Rogue announced, and saw Logan's jaw clamp tight, and his eye grow hard, as they shined with pure rage and hurt. He jerked out of his chair, sending it crashing to the floor as he snarled at her.
Rogue stared at him in complete surprise and confusion. She knew he would be shocked and maybe even disbelieving, but she hadn't expected this reaction at all.
Without a word to her, he stormed from the bar, still growling, his fist clenching and unclenching.
Confused to what had happened, Rogue grabs her jacket and hurries after him. She caught up to him at his truck, that was parked at the edge of the almost empty parking lot.
"Logan wait! What are you so upset about? You said you wanted to know?" Rogue asked as she came up behind him.
Stopping his grab for the truck door, Logan jerked around to face her, his expression still cold and dark.
"I was an stupid idiot, that's what's wrong. I tell you something personally important to me, something I don't share with anyone, and you just make some joke out of it, by just picking some date out of thin air and throwing it at me. Well you've had your fun, maybe you're right after all, you are better off by yourself if this is how you treat people." Logan jerked around to yank open his truck door.
"I didn't just pick some random date. You said you wanted to know how old you were, and I told you. I thought that was what you wanted." Rogue demanded pissed off, and frustrated now herself. She didn't need anymore drama tonight. 'Why didn't you just leave well enough alone, Marie.' Rogue asked herself upset.
The next thing she knows, she was being grabbed and slammed into the side of Logan's truck. His hands holding her arms painfully tight as he glared down at her.
"How do you know?" Logan demanded watching for any trace of a lie on her.
Rogue sighed and frowned at him. "I can see into people's past. It's one of my mutations." Rogue explained partly.
Sniffing the air, Logan didn't smell any lies on her, only seriousness and her ever present sadness. His features eased, but he still remained staring at her seriously. "You can see into my past?" He asked numbingly. Her words starting to sink in. "All of it. Even the parts that I don't remember?" He asked incredible.
Figuring her knowing of his birthday, when he didn't should have been answer enough, but she knew it was a shock, so she answer him anyway. "Yes, all of it. Even parts, I'm sure you'd rather not remember." Rogue answered back.
"Damn." Logan breathed out seemingly suddenly unsure and hesitate. He let her shoulders go, and leaned against the truck beside her staring out over the nearly empty parking lot.
"That sums it up pretty good." Rogue whispered out.
Logan started to say something, but an all to familiar stench filled his nose. He jerked around just as Sabertooth jumped onto of Logan's truck, a wickedly pleased smirk on his face, as both Logan and Rogue took a step back from the truck facing him. Logan stepped in front of Rogue, pushing her behind him.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Runt, and the Frail. It must be my lucky night." Sabertooth chuckled.
"What do you want, Creed?" Logan growled out trying to block the other feral mutants view of Rogue. "When I tell you to Kid, run." Logan order Rogue in a low warning command.
"That's right Frail, run, it'll be like old times. You running and me chasing. I always loved our game of cat and mouse. You're a lot better prize than a mouse." Sabertooth licked his lips with a lustful smirk and look at Rogue.
Logan pushed back his shock of learning that this wasn't the first time Creed and Rogue had meet. His anger and protection instincts for Rogue, surged stronger than ever before.
"Answer me Creed, what do you want?" Logan demanded trying to draw the other man's attention off of Rogue.
"I smelt yah, and thought I'd have a little fun tonight tearing your guts out, but now that the Frail's here, I think I rather play with her first. I owe her, one hell of a painful death, for what she did to me." Creed growled.
"I didn't do anything, that you didn't deserve Creed, and if you don't get out of here, I'll be happy to give you a repeat performance." Rogue growled back.
"Never said, I didn't deserve it Frail, but it sure as hell hurt. And I don't take being burned alive to a crisp very well."
"Aw poor baby, to bad you healed." Rogue smarted coldly.
"Yeah, well you better be glad I heal, or you'd be dead right now." Sabertooth snarled back.
"Whatever, you going to attack us or bore us to death?" Rogue smarted off.
Causing Logan to frown upset. "Don't egg him on, kid." Logan warned sternly.
Creed chuckled, at Wolverine's warning, and Rogue's eye roll behind him.
Just then a group of loud and very drunk teenagers pulled up into the parking lot next to where the three mutants stood eyeing each other.
One of the boys noticed the tension between the three, and yelled, "Are you going fight?" Then looked back to his group of loud mouth friends who were laughing at something stupid, and said, "There's going to be a fight, guys."
"Yeah! FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" The group started chanting excited pilling out of the car.
"Shut up, and get lost." Logan yelled at the group, hoping to protect anyone from getting hurt. Plus, he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to them. Usually all Logan had to do was growl at someone to make them scram, but the group of teenagers were to high and drunk to be intimidated easily.
"You heard them Runt, they want a fight." Creed smirked eyeing Logan challenging, all the while his nails elongating into claws.
"Get out of here, Kid." Logan growled out to Rogue, right before Sabertooth sailed at him from the top of the truck.
Logan only had a second to prepare himself for the attack. Hoping Rogue did as he said. Logan focused his attention on the other feral mutant, who had been a pain in his side for years.
Rogue moved back at Sabertooth's attack. She wasn't about to run away like Logan wanted. She stood back with the other spectators, while the two feral men with healing factors fought. The group of kids, cheered excitedly when Sabertooth picked Logan up over his head, and throw him into a tree some feet away. Logan growled at the pain shooting through his body, as he crawled back to his feet. Seeing Rogue hadn't taken off like he order, and Creed leering at her, as he moved toward her, drew the animal in Logan to the surface. Wolverine snarled at the fool, who thought he was going to get near what was his. Snapping out his claws, he let a furious roar out, then ran and lunged at the other feral.
Sabertooth jerked around, and smirked pleased that the runt was finally going to give him a challenge. Sabertooth took off running, and lunged at the same time, causing the two men to slam into each other, as they used their claws to rip into each other's bodies.
"Cool guys. It's a freak show." One of the boys drunkenly cheered.
Rogue growled at the kids words and cheers. When were human ever going to realize that mutants were human's too. That it was only one gene, one piece of DNA that separate the two groups.
Knowing this type of thing was going to be drawing a lot more attention soon, the type that led to cops, Rogue knew she needed to make it so she and Logan could hightail it out of there without being arrested. Now that the two mutants had moved away from Logan's truck, Rogue hurried and got behind the wheel. Seeing no keys in the ignition, Rogue reached under the dash, and yanked a hand full of wires out. Find the two she needed, she made quick work of getting the truck started. Driving the truck out of sight and away from the bar, she parked it so they could make a quick exit. Then she made her way back to the bar. As she expected, she could hear sirens getting closer, from over the loud cheers of the teenagers.
"You aren't getting anywhere near her." Wolverine snarled as he slammed his claws into Sabertooth's gut.
Snarling at the intense pain, Sabertooth retaliated by slamming his own claws into Wolverine's stomach."She's more than you can handle runt, and she's going to be my play thing when I'm done with you." Sabertooth laughed, as he grabbed Wolverine by the feet, and started to swing him around and around gaining speed, then slammed his head into a near by tree, knocking Wolverine unconscious. Tossing the unconscious feral aside, Sabertooth, turned to face the crowd, panting, covered in blood, and snarling. Just for the fun of it, he roared at the kids, scaring them so bad, they were falling over themselves and screaming as they literally fell into their car, and sped away. Leaving one fool, who hadn't gotten in, in time, running after them down the road, yelling for them to come back. The car slammed on brakes and stopped only long enough for the boy to get half way in before it took off again.
Creed laughed amused, then turned his full attention back onto Rogue, who was staring back at him full of hatred, and ready to have her own round with him. Hearing the sirens getting closer, Creed smirked."Your lucky, this time Frail. I've got somewhere to be, and I ain't got time to be dealing with the locals. We'll have our day, and I'll make sure to make my revenge sweet. By the sounds of your screaming as I slowly tear you to shreds over and over again. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?" Creed laughed with a wink at her, then disappeared into the woods.
Logan opened his eyes, but everything was blurring. He couldn't make out anything around him yet. He however, could here someone saying something to him.
"It's about time you woke up. You're healing must be over taxed." Rogue said concerned.
Logan's confusion was quickly clearing, as his healing healed his concussion. He looked around him, and saw that he was in his truck, and it was moving. Turning his head he saw Rogue behind the wheel. He sighed relieved that she was alright, that Creed hadn't gotten his hands on her.
"We're are we?" He growled out rubbing face tiredly.
"We're about twenty minutes from the mansion. I'm taking you home." Rogue stated as she maneuvered around traffic.
"What happened back there?" Logan growled out pissed that Creed had gotten the drop on him. If his healing had been so taxed from his recent trip up north, then he would have kicked Creed's butt.
"Sabertooth, used your head to try and knock over a tree. You sure, you're alright? Apparently your healing is a bit slow." Rogue asked concerned about him.
"Yeah, I'm fine Kid. He didn't hurt you, did he? You okay?" Logan asked eyeing her critically and worried.
Rogue was touched by his concern more than she wanted to admit. "No, he didn't hurt me. I'm fine. I'm not the one that got my head bashed in. Maybe you should let Jean or Hank look at you when we get back."
"Nah, I'm fine." Logan assured.
"Good. The cops were coming, and Sabertooth took off, saying he had somewhere to be, and didn't have time for messing around with the cops. He scared off the kids before the cops arrived, and I grabbed you and hightailed it out of there." Rogue quickly summarized for him.
Logan nodded, then frowned at her. "So you and the sewer rat have already meet. What happened?"
Rogue frowned thinking about her and Creed's run ins. She didn't really want to talk about it, but maybe it would help Logan understand more about her, and maybe just maybe he might not freak out. Sighing softly, she spoke, but kept her attention on the road.
"Creed worked with a group of people, that had me about ten years ago. Let's just say that he had his fun in tormenting me." Rogue spat out upset.
Logan's stomach clenched sick. Rogue look to be around eighteen to Logan's guess, ten years ago, she would have only been eight years old. Logan swore to himself the next time he saw Creed, he'd find someway to end the monster's life for good.
"I'm sorry Kid." Logan focused out roughly from his tight throat. She only shrugged her shoulders, with a detached expression. Logan didn't like the look or the scent of her acceptance. "I swear to you Kid, I'm not going to let him hurt you again. I'm not going to let him lay a finger on you." He promised.
Rogue jerked her head over to look stunned at Logan. However she quickly schooled her expression, but Logan still caught it, and he wondered why she was so surprised.
"What is it? Why'd you look so shocked? I know it might have looked like I couldn't stop the him back there, but that's not normal. My healings just overtaxed from my trip up north. I can take the monster." Logan assured.
"It's not that." Rogue whispered her voice nervous and uncertain. "It's just no one as ever…" Rogue stopped not sure she could get it out.
"What? No one has ever what?" Logan asked a little impatient.
"No one has ever promised to protect me before. No one has ever cared if I got hurt before." Rogue forced out, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
Logan frowned uncertain now himself. He couldn't believe that no one had ever tried to protect her. "What about your parents?" Logan asked trying to learn more about her.
"Humph, not hardly. My parent are the ones that sold me to the group Creed was working with, for a hefty sum of money." Rogue scoffed out bitterly.
Logan smelt the pain coming from her, and wished there was something he could say to ease her pain. The kid, hadn't had anything but misery her entire life it seems. He couldn't believe there were people out there that could be so cruel as to sale their own kid to an experiment lab.
"I'm sorry, about you're parents, but I promise yah, Kid, I won't let the sewer rat get near you again." Logan offered the only thing he could.
"Thanks, but once I drop you off back at the mansion, I'm not sticking around." Rogue stated shaky. She just didn't think she could keep from losing her cool around Jean Grey, and the others. It was best if she just went back on her own, were she didn't have to care about anyone but herself, and she didn't have to worry about being hurt by anyone.
"You can't just take off, Kid." Logan said upset. He didn't want her to go. It was just to dangerous for her out there with Creed out for revenge.
"Let me guess, I can't go because you want me to unlock your past for you." Rogue stated with a flat knowing sigh.
Logan had forgot that she could tell him about his past. He hadn't even thought about it again. "That hasn't got nothing to do with this. It not safe on your own, especially with Creed out, and wanting revenge. You're safer at the mansion, where Creed can't get to you."
Rogue frowned unsure if he was being honest with her, or it was only a ruse to get her to stay at the mansion so she would tell him about his past. Using her telepathy, she quickly scanned his thoughts and caught her breath at the fact that he was telling the truth. He was worried about her safety. He was worried that Creed would get hold of her, and hurt her.
Closing her telepathy, she thanked him for his concern. "Thanks, but I know how to take care of myself. This isn't the first time I've come up against Creed wanting revenge. It's just been awhile. I can handle Creed, it's people like Jean Grey, that I can't handle." Rogue frowned upset again at the redhead. "Listen I know she's your friend and all, but I don't care for the woman." Rogue stated with a serious tone.
"She shouldn't have said what she did to you. You haven't gave none of us any reason to think you'd hurt one of the kids. But come on Rogue, how can you expect them to get to know you, and trust you if you don't meet them half way?" Logan asked with a quirked brow directed at her.
Rogue sighed annoyed, but knew Logan was right. "I've learned the hard way, that its best to keep some things close to your chest. Why do you think, the group that bought me from my parents or the lab the X-men raided wanted me?" Rogue asked as she pulled into the mansion driveway.
Logan thought of her question for a moment, then answered with a deep serious expression. "Because you can kill with a touch?"
"Bingo, but there is a lot more to it than just that. My mutation, doesn't just kill Logan." Rogue stated with a edge to her voice.
"What do you mean? What else does it do?" He asked watching her closely, curious to what she was talking about.
"I draw them in. I take a piece of them inside my mind. I get their thoughts, personalities, and memories. They are forever stuck up there with me."
"Shit." Logan snapped out shocked, and surprised the girl was even sane.
"Yeah, and that's not all." Rogue continued with a humorless half smirk.
"There's more?" Logan asked not knowing how much worse her mutation could be.
"Oh yeah." Rogue stated. "If I touch a human, the pull is deadly almost immediately. If I touch a mutant, there is a short period before the pull becomes deadly. Along with the person's thoughts, personalities, and memories; if the person is a mutant I take on their mutation. If I hold long enough to kill them, I keep them." Rogue explained to Logan how her mutation really worked.
"Can you control it?" Logan asked looking down at Rogue's hands, to frown at the gloves. He thought back over the past couple of weeks, and couldn't remember ever seeing her without them. Making him realize the answer to his question was mostly likely a no.
"I use to be able too. I couldn't at first. It wasn't until the first time I was captured that I learned. It took years and hard work to gain control, but I finally got it."
"What happened to make you lose it?" Logan frowned upset for her. He hadn't even moved from his seat, except to turn to face her more. Rogue turned to face him as well, leaning her back against the driver side door. She sighed distressed, but answered. "This last stay at a lab, they figured out that if they knocked me unconscious, that I wasn't able to block my skin. By the time I woke up, I had a lot more personalities in my head to sort out. I was crazy for awhile, until I came back to myself. My mind is always reorganizing itself. When I first touch someone, I take on their personality. It's like they control me for a time, until my own personality can regain control, and push the others in the back of my mind, and lock them away. When I could control my skin, if I touched someone I could lock them up almost right a way, and they didn't get a chance to control me. Without control, I couldn't do anything but wait for my mind to push me back to the forefront."
"But why can't you control it now. You're you again, right?" Logan asked uncertain.
"Yeah, I'm me." Rogue smirked the became serious again. "I guess the best way to explain it is that I haven't had a chance to calm down since the lab really. My mind is still in fight mode, and I can't reach the switch that lets me control my skin. I've been on edge ever since coming here, and I haven't been able to relax, and focus. I've tried, but it's just out of my reach. I don't think I'll be able to regain control until I'm alone, and can feel safe again. Which is why, I think it's best if I left. Everyone is scared of me here, and they don't trust me. To be honest, I don't trust them either. I'm not going to be able to relax here, and focus on regaining control. I might come back one day. You were right when you said I'm not team material. I'm anything but. Sure I got a lot of powers that could be useful for the team, but what good does that do, when no one trusts me, and I don't trust them." Rogue asked with a depressed, but resolved expression.
"I trust you." Logan answered on instinct, and it was true. He did trust her, or at least he did now.
"You didn't a hour ago, when I told you about your birth date." Rogue stated flatly.
"I know, but I had my head shoved up my ass. My past is a very sore spot for me, Kid. I don't talk about it with many people."
"Not even your friends?" Rogue asked surprised. She figure he shared it with at least a few close friends.
"They know the basics, that I don't remember anything before eighteen years ago, and that I've been looking for clues. They know that Chuck has been helping me, but that's about it. I'm not one for sharing my feelings or discussing it. It's a private thing for me."
"And you thought I had been making light of it." Rogue stated understanding now why he had blow up.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Did I hurt you when I grabbed you?" Logan asked upset thinking that he might have grabbed her to hard, and hurt her. He couldn't tell, cause she was covered by a long sleeve shirt.
"Nah, you didn't hurt me. I'm invincible or at least very durable." Rogue stated assuredly.
"Just cause you heal kid, and you got deadly skin, don't make you invincible." Logan frowned upset.
"No, I mean I really am invincible." Rogue stated serious. "It's one of the mutations I was forced to absorb." Rogue said and shrugged uncomfortable, at Logan's once again shocked expression.
"Just how many mutations do you have?" Logan growled out thinking her mind had to be crowded. He really was starting to wonder how she was still sane if what she said was true, that she kept a piece of everyone she touched.
"I keep losing count." Rogue answered honestly again with an uncomfortable shrug.
"Your skin is deadly, you heal, you can fly, you're invincible, you can see people's pasts, you can control the wind." Logan listed what he knew so far. "Anything else?" He asked quirking his brow, that Rogue was discovering must be like his trade mark or something. He did it so naturally, plus it looked sexy. She was sure he knew that, and it was the reason it had mastered it.
"Do we really need to list them all?" Rogue frowned not liking to think of how many people she had up in her head.
"Yes, now what else?" Logan ordered expectantly.
Rogue sighed giving in. "I've got telepathy, but I don't use it often. I don't like telepaths myself all that much."
"Have you used it on us?" Logan frowned not liking the thought. He didn't like telepaths himself because of what they could do. He already had his mind screwed with, he didn't want anyone else to mess with his head. Jeannie and Chuck were the only two telepaths he gave any type of trust to, and that was because he'd known them for years, and they were good people. However he still didn't like it when they could pick up on his thoughts even if he was projecting them.
"I used it during the simulation to find out everyone's location and where the flag was hidden." Rogue gave a guilty small smile, when Logan did the eyebrow thing again, and gave her a shameful look.
"Hey, Scott said I could use whatever method I wanted too, as long as I didn't touch anyone." Rogue defended herself, but wasn't really worried about it.
Logan relaxed and gave her an nodded in agreement, "And?" He asked waiting, knowing there was more.
"I used it to make sure you were telling the truth, when you said I should stay because it was safer for me, instead of you wanting me to stick around so I could tell you about your past." Rogue admitted knowing that would be the more upsetting one for Logan.
As she expected he frowned upset at the thought. However Logan could understand her reasoning. She had been used so many times, and by everyone, that it was hard for her to believe someone was actually worried about her. He was sure that it was a surprise to discover he had been telling the truth. He was also sure it was the reason she was opening up to him now.
"Okay telepathy, what else?" Logan asked wanting to know it all.
Rogue sighed. "Wind isn't exactly right. I can control the air, along with the other elements. Fire, water, and earth."
"You can control the elements?" Logan frowned distressed. She was a walking and talking weapon.
"Yes, along with ice, telekinesis, super strength, a sixth sense, and enhance senses."
"Enhance senses? Like a feral?" Logan asked starting to remember something Creed had said. Logan hoped he was wrong, but it would make sense it he was right.
"Yes." Rogue said with a deep frown, leading Logan to believe he was right.
"You don't got claws by chance do you?" Logan asked with a deep worried frown.
"No, I don't take on any physical aspects of another mutant. I don't understand why, but I don't, even if it is part of their mutation." Rogue explained.
"You've got Creed up in your head, don't you?" Logan asked and knew he was right by her upset smell.
"How did you guess?" Rogue asked with a upset look.
"He said something about you should be glad that he healed, or you'd be dead. That's were you got the healing and the enhance senses." It wasn't a question. It was a statement, but she answered as if he had asked.
"Yes."
"I thought you only kept them if you killed the person?" Logan asked, but figured Creed's healing was strong enough to heal from whatever Rogue had been able to do to him.
"I do, and Creed would still be dead right now, if the doctors hadn't shocked his heart to restart it. They weren't done with his services yet. They still needed him to retrieve more mutants for me to absorb. It wasn't long after I killed him, that I escaped. I've been on my own ever since. This last lab visit, was because I was stupid enough to try and help some woman, I though was being attacked. Turned out that it had been a trap. They drugged me and collared me before I could fight back.
"I take it the invincible, super strength, and telepathy are recent additions then?" Logan sighed wondering why the world had to be so cruel. Rogue was only trying to help someone in trouble, and look at what it got her. A stay in a experimental lab, and a head full of new voices.
"Yes. It's really frustration that I can control all the powers I've stolen, but I can't control my own." Rogue growled out frustrated just thinking about her uncontrollable skin.
"Don't worry kid, you'll get it back." Logan reassured her.
"I hope so." Rogue sighed upset as she pulled at her gloves. "Anyway, now that you know I can take care of myself, I need to be getting out of here. It's late and I need to find some where to crash for the night." Rogue said as she straightened up and started to open the driver side door. Logan reached over and grabbed her arm stopping her. Rogue jerked around shocked that he had touched her, knowing she couldn't control her skin, and knowing how deadly it was.
Logan saw her surprise as she looked at his hand on her arm. He could smell her surprise as well, and knew that no one ever willingly touched her after finding out about what she was capable of. Logan made the decision, that was about to change.
"It's late, at least stay the night." Logan said in a voice that let her know he was asking as a favor to him.
She frowned as she looked at the mansion, but she was tired, so she nodded her agreement.
"Thanks." Logan said giving her a small smile. "How old were you when your mutation showed up?" Logan asked still trying to figure out her age. She never told him how old she was. If she healed she could be older than she looked. Remembering what she had said about having finished college except for her internship, he was positive she was older than she looked.
"I was fifteen when it hit." Rogue answered as they started toward the door of the mansion.
"Wait." Logan said grabbing her arm again. "You're twenty-five?" He asked with a shocked frown.
"Maybe you're not as dense as I first thought." She joked while rolling her eyes teasingly.
Logan growled at her, but she didn't flinch.
"I'm only teasing Logan, loosen up big guy." Rogue smirked at him.
"You barely look twenty, and that's stretching it." Logan stated with a frown as they started walking again.
"And I take it that bothers you for some reason." Rogue stated curious.
"Yeah, some." Logan answered honestly still frowning slightly.
"Why? You're older than you look?" Rogue asked.
"Yeah, but at least I look older."
"That doesn't make any sense Logan." Rogue frowned confused as they stepped inside the mansion together.
"I guess not." Logan said with a contemplating expression, but remained silent as they walked upstairs to their respected room. Rogue's room was first. Logan stopped beside her, looking a little uncomfortable, like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how or what.
"Promise me, you won't leave without talking to me first." Logan requested seriously.
Rogue frowned as she studied Logan. She thought about using her telepathy to find out what he was thinking, but decided it might be best if she didn't know. He'd tell her if he wanted her to know.
"Please?" Logan asked when she didn't agree right away, only studying him with a frown. He wondered if she was looking into his mind, but decided she must not have when she smelt curious and confused.
"Alright. I promise, but I don't think I can stay here Logan." Rogue said seriously.
"Just think about it, and if you still don't want to, then I won't ask you too. Just make sure we talk first." Logan reaffirmed.
"Alright." She agreed, then gave him a small smile. "Good night Logan, and thanks."
"What are you thanking me for?" Logan asked with a curious expression.
"For caring about me, for me. I didn't think it was possible anymore." Rogue said, then gave him another small smile, and slipped inside her room, closing the door behind her.
Logan sighed tired himself, and took himself off to bed. He had some thinking to do tonight before he would let himself sleep.