Wow... uuummmm, so, sorry? ahahahah. i hve no real excuse for this, so i wont try and cheapin this update with one. please enjoy.
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Rogue Looked at Logan for a secant before a small smile appeared on her face. "Well Logan, when two people like each other enough to…"
"That's not what I meant and you know it kid," he said, not at all amused. "I meant why you introduced one as your boy friend and one not at all, but the way I smelled it those roles should have been reversed."
Rogue looked away, not quite sure how to explain it. She had known that Logan would be able to figure it out, she just hadn't expected him to be upset about it. She was a big girl, she could take care of herself. Though, if she were to be completely honest, Rogue would admit that it was getting to be a bit much, all the sneaking around was stating to be a pain, and the guilt, that was the worst part. "It's no big deal Logan, we're just havin' some fun."
"Fun, kid? How is cheatin' on your boyfriend fun?" His tone was laced with disappointment, and Rogue could feel the heat start to creep up her face, she looked down to hide the blush now staining her cheeks.
"Ah didn't mean to." That was pathetic and even she knew it. But it was also the truth. She hadn't meant to cheat on Bobby. Bobby was a great boyfriend. He was always so considerate of her, so gentle with her, hardly ever argued with her, and most importantly, he made her feel safe. Rogue never felt that Bobby was going to hurt her, and that was something that she needed. There was just one problem with Rogue and Bobby's relationship. "He's afraid of me."
Logan looked, and it took less than a secant for the emotions to pas on his face, going from disappointed, to confused, to understanding and sympathetic. But Rogue didn't want his, or any one else's sympathy. She was strong, and didn't need any one to feel sorry for her. Rogue, the poor little southern girl who can't touch, how unfortunate; that's what they said about her, she knew, and it mad her sick.
"They treat me like a lepper Logan. Or like I'm some kinda' china doll, that'll break at the slightest touch, and Ah'm sick of it!" At this point her breath was coming out in short angry pants, and Logan was looking a little more sorry for her, which mad a little more angry. "Don't you look at me like that Logan, ah don't need you feelin' sorry fer meh."
"I aint giving you pity Rogue, if that's what you think." The Canadian looked calmly at Rogue, his previous ire with her seemed to have gone, and he spoke with a firm care that made it impossible for Rogue to stay mad, "I know how it is, believe me I know. But you just got to remember kid, that you, Rogue, Marie, is not dangerous. It's your powers that are. And if they can't realize that there is a difference between you and your powers, well it's there loss then."
Rogue knew this to be true, but sometimes it was easier to mope and fall into line with those around her. Life was never easy for anyone, why should she be the exception? And besides, nothing worth doing was ever easy.
They stayed that way for a few moments until Rogue pulled away, looking far calmer than she had minutes before. There was no awkwardness in the air, only a comfort, and ease, that neither had felt entirely comfortable with, neither of them had been able to trust feelings of comfort for so long when faced with so much disappointment and let down.
Now faced with the reality of the problem and the look Logan was giving her, like he was glad that the problem had been dealt with, and put to rest with minimum emotional upheaval, Rogue wished that the only reason she had gone to John was the unintentional osorization by the others; that the only thing that made her turn to the unstable fire wielder was his disregard for danger and need to push boundaries (her skin, the biggest boundary in existence was like a taunting flame for a moth). But there she knew that there where some things that Logan just wasn't ready to hear.
He didn't need to know that there where things about her past, and her character, that Bobby would never be able to except. Or that unstable nature in John called out to her own, that same part of her that made every day stayed in the same place so hard. No, Logan saw her the same way the rest of the mansion saw her, the way she wanted them to. She was closer to him than any one else, but still so afraid that he would be disappointed with her. And maybe, in the future, when she was ready to fight threw the cobwebs of her past, Rogue would tell Logan about every thing she had done. But for now she'd let him be, ignoring the Logan in her head that told her he didn't care about what she'd done. That he was proud of her for staying alive, that she only did what she had to do to keep sane and safe.
The moments of silence lasted until Logan cleared his throat and gruffly pated Marie on the shoulder. "Feel better now kid?" He stepped back a little to look down at her.
"Yea Logan, you big old softy. I'll live." Rogue laughed at his attempt to save face, and look like the tough guy he felt the most commutable being. "I still don't like it though, this place. It's suffocating me."
"Just finish up high school Marie, and you can tag along." For a moment Logan looked like he wanted to take it back. Rogue knew it wasn't because he didn't want her around. No, as much as he tried to push the lone wolf persona Rogue knew that he did get lonely on the road. The real reason he looked so hesitant was for the same reason that the Logan in her head always whispered reminders to do her home work, or to pay attention in class. He thought she deserved better than the life of a drifter, and maybe she did. But right now, all Rogue could think about was freedom. The same freedom that she had had on the road, only with Logan, she would be able to enjoy that freedom, unlike her time spent alone.
Feeling that all issues had been settled for the moment Rogue decided that a change of scenery is just what the doctor called for, "well what do ya say ta gettin' out'ta here and sayin' 'hey' ta the all powerful leader?"
"All ready seen the prof. but I wouldn't mind finding somethin' to eat."
"I was talkin' about the amazing one eyed wonder in leather." And that was the final ice breaker that put the two back into the ease from before any heavy conversations. Logan barked out a gruff laugh, that put Rogue at ease and moved toward the doorway. "Scooter getting too big for his britches, kid?"
"Nah," she gave a dismissive sort of wave and followed him into the hallway. "but you know me and authority, we may never see eye to eye." The playful tone of voice dropped along with her hands which had been making a two fingered eye-to-eye gesture as her gaze landed on storm.
The slightly older women looked as thought she had been caught in the cookie jar before her composure found its way back and she made to continue down the long hall.