At the moment this is a oneshot. I'm considering continuing with the story at a later date.
Rogue sat impatiently on the bed and wanted to get this over with. She hated the wait and felt her heart pounding in her chest. She checked the time on the alarm clock and felt guilty for cussing it out. He was gonna yell at her until her eardrums went boom! She kept checking the clock and soon heard the footsteps coming closer to the room. Her pounding heart sounded louder to her, and she wondered if he could hear it. Why had she traveled back to 1963? Fuck Forge's experiments, fuck the alarm clock, fuck the X-Men, and fuck her life.
She heard the knock on the door and kept her mouth shut. Maybe he would leave if he thought she was sleeping? The knock sounded again, this time louder than before. "Go to hell!" she shouted and instantly regretted it. The door flew open, and she heard a crack. It had splintered on impact when it had struck the wall.
Logan walked in with a scowl that almost struck her dead on the spot. He had used Forge's experiment ten minutes after her and instantly sent her upstairs much to the curiosity of the other students. When she had answered him back and said she didn't have a room, he had chased her up the stairs and roared at her to take her ass to his bedroom. Done with her attitude, he had taken a half-hour break to smoke and calm down.
"Drop 'em, Anna-Marie," he ordered in a threatening snarl.
When she heard him use her real name, she wondered where he had learned it. She opened her mouth to ask but he railroaded over her question before she got past the first word.
Logan lost his temper with her. "I said drop 'em!" he roared at her.
Rogue flinched at his anger, and she stared at him. She had never seen this side of him before. "Drop what? Ah don't know what ya mean!"
"Get up, unbutton those jeans, step out of 'em and bend over the goddamn bed," he ordered her.
Her eyes widened and she leaped to her feet when he stepped towards her. "Why?!"
He started to unbuckle his belt. "I should've done this a long time ago," he snarled, and pulled the belt from the loops of his jeans. He doubled it around his hand for a minute and watched her. He shook his head. "You've had this coming your way for a while, Anna Marie."
She glowered when he used that name again. "Ah still don't get ya," she said confused. "Ah've got what comin' to meh?"
"A tannin'," he answered and took another threatening step closer to her. "Now drop 'em and get into position."
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. He was going to whip her with his belt. Logan was going to whip her with his belt. Logan with the strength of a million fucked up bodybuilders was going to whip her with his belt.
Scared and feeling like she had no choice, she turned her back on him and unbuttoned her jeans. She blushed when she pulled the jeans down and dropped them on the floor and with a gulp, she eyed the bed and exhaled. Her nerves were frayed, and she laid forward on the bed.
Logan walked over to her. He yanked her panties down and uncurled the belt from his hand. He watched Rogue peer over her shoulder at him with a pleading look. "Don't give me those eyes," he told her, raising his arm and the belt. "You're not getting out of this one."
Her eyes widened when she watched the belt swing towards her. She soon forgot all about her embarrassment when it landed with a searing crack! The line of fire across her bare skin made her yelp. The next lick landed quickly, followed by two thwacks. She kept crying out and hoped he would take pity on her. The belt landed with such a force she dug her fingernails into the sheets and whimpered. She knew he had worked out her plan when another whack landed across her thighs. She whimpered tearfully and drummed her fists against the bed when he continued to aim at her thighs.
"Logan, stop!" she cried out, the tears soon falling. "Ah'm sorry!"
The belt thundered across her butt again and she sobbed. She sobbed until her eyes were as raw as her ass. He kept swinging the belt and she thought it would never end. Her grip loosened on the sheets, and she tried to avoid the next lick.
"Don't you even think about moving," he snarled, landing the belt with a thwack that echoed around the room.
She collapsed forward on the bed again and sobbed. "Ah'm sorry," she whimpered, desperate for the punishment to end.
The belt met its target each time and the worn leather snapped across her thighs again. Suddenly it stopped. It just stopped. Logan put his belt back on and buckled it. He sat beside her on the bed and hauled her up by her arm. He still wore a scowl on his face. "This is for your own good," he growled, and dumped her over his lap. He started raining smacks down on her bare ass and her sobs grew louder.
"Ah'm sorry," she kept saying as she sobbed. "Stop! Ah'm sorry!"
He ignored her pleas and continued to wallop her backside. He kept it up at a steady pace and she started to kick her feet like a little girl over her daddy's knee. Her sobs grew louder until she started to wail. The longer he cracked his hand down, the more she jolted her feet. He soon started to target her sit spots again, determined to drive his point home. Her butt reddened with his handprints that joined the welts that littered her scarlet ass. Her legs soon grew tired, and she stopped kicking. Eventually, her howls of tears faded and only the smack of his rough palm could be heard in the room.
Five full minutes over his knee seemed warranted to Logan and with a couple of rougher smacks to her backside, he stopped and pulled her panties up. He shoved her off his knee and she landed on the bed. She buried her face against the pillow and bawled like the little girl he had often accused her of acting like. He left the room with a thud as he shut the door firmly behind him.
Hours later, Logan returned and sat beside her on the bed. He smelled strongly of cigar smoke. He leaned against the headboard and glanced at her. She had turned her back on him and continued to lay in the bed, the covers bunched at her chin. He heaved a heavy sigh. "You deserved that and I ain't sorry for doing it. You earned every lick of the belt and every swat."
Her stubborn eyes narrowed because she was hurt by his callousness. "Fuck ya," she muttered under her breath.
He shook his head with a grumble and grabbed hold of her arm. He dragged her over to him and dumped her over his lap again. His calloused palm landed with a thunderous smack across her pantied behind. She cried over his knee and took the whooping because she had no fight left in her. After thirty unforgiving swats, he let her up and watched her dive against the pillow beside him. He sighed again. "I can keep this up all night, Rogue. Stop being stubborn and drop the goddamn attitude."
When she failed to answer him, he yanked her to him again, turned her over his lap and landed a dozen smacks on her backside, and she bawled even harder. "Ah'm fifteen!" she wailed, choking on her tears.
"I couldn't give a shit," he said, leaning back against the headboard. It creaked slightly as he got comfortable, and he tipped her back on the bed beside him. "As long as you live at Xavier's I'm gonna tan that ass of yours every time you act out, you hear? I don't care how old you get, if you step out of line again, today's gonna feel like a trip to Disney World."
Much like her backside, her eyes were red raw, and she looked at Logan. He noticed the look on her face had been replaced by hurt and shame. He held his arm out to her. "C'mere," he said gruffly, his scowl fading.
She crawled over to him and buried her face against his shoulder. He hugged her close and let her work through her tears. Holding her still, he listened to her sobs slowly soften to sniffles. If he had walloped her years ago, he could have beaten the bad attitude out of her before it became a problem. "You still think it was smart to use two of Forge's inventions?"
"No," she sniffled, her tears falling on his shirt. "Ah want mah mutation back."
"I bet you do," he grunted and tugged the sheets back to put her to bed.
Rogue pulled the sheets to her chin and rested on her tummy. She had run out of tears, tantrums, and her bad attitude.
Logan left the bed and grabbed his jacket from the chair. "Get some sleep, Rogue," he said and picked up his communicator. "They're calling us home in the morning."
#
Early the next day, Rogue crept across the carpet of Logan's room. She opened the wardrobe and rifled through one of the drawers. It contained knives and little else. She decided the Logan of the past had to be a special kind of killer. With one of the knives in her hand, she walked over to a desk in the corner. As the morning sun spilled through the open window, she carved a word into the gnarled wood. Before she could finish scratching the last letter, she vanished from the room and the knife dropped to the carpet.
Minutes later, the Logan of the past stalked in his room, covered in sweat from an early morning workout. He smelled a strange scent and looked around. As soon as he spotted the knife on the floor, he stalked towards it and picked it up. He saw a pair of jeans at the foot of the bed. He scowled and wondered what had happened in his bedroom. When he turned to look at his desk, he sniffed roughly because he could smell the fresh scent of the intruder. He turned around and scowled at his bed.
Rogue stared at him and pulled the sheets up to her nose. She looked around the room in confusion. One minute she had been back home, and the next thing she remembered was a flash of light. "Are ya gonna kill meh again?"
Logan looked at her. He had no idea who she was. His eyes darted to the word carved on the desk. "You're the one who thinks I'm an asshol," he said.
"Ah didn't have time to carve the 'E'," she answered and stared at him. "Why aren't ya angry?"
"Because you're right, I'm an asshole," he said as he returned the knife to the drawer. "You mind telling me what you're doing in my bed?"
Rogue realized he was the past Logan who had yet to meet her in the future. She asked him to turn around as she scooted with a wince from his bed and reached for her jeans.
Logan turned his back on her. "They should have earmarked you your own room when they welcomed you," he told her.
She pulled her pants back up gingerly and buttoned them again. She hated him right now. "Yeah, thanks," she said and put her sneakers on.
He studied her when she walked to the door. "What's your name, kid?"
She glanced over her shoulder at him for a second. "Rogue," she answered softly and left the room.
#
Rogue walked around the mansion in a daze. She had been thrown back to the past, but future Logan had stayed in 2001, and she could almost picture him while he swung his claws at Forge's throat. The students who passed her in the halls gave her funny looks and whispered about her strange clothes. "Ah heard that, and Ah'm not the one who dresses funny!" she called over her shoulder at a group of giggling girls.
As she grew tired of the gossip cast her way, she headed outside to the grounds and wondered what to do next. She had no money, no friends, no family, and no clue. A thought suddenly occurred to her. She could track down her relatives. Then again, that sounded like torture. They had hated her in the future, and she still hated them today. At the first sign of rain, she huffed and marched straight to the boathouse when she took shelter. She had no idea what to do.
After she had sheltered for a full hour, the rain continued to fall, and she grew bored of her own company. When she turned her back on the door to check out the holes in the wood, she heard thunder overhead and she rolled her eyes. The hours flew by, and it soon grew dark outside. She settled on the floor with a cringe when her sore backside made its presence known. She decided to sleep there.
Hours later Logan stepped inside the boathouse and looked at her. "You have something against your bedroom?" he asked her gruffly.
Rogue rubbed her tired eyes and sighed. He was still Past Logan. "Ah'm fifteen," she told him. "Ah can sleep in the boathouse if Ah want to."
"I don't give a shit how old you are," he answered and held out his hand. "Get your ass up and come inside before I turn you over my knee."
That threat made her reach for his hand, and he helped her to her feet. She gave him a weary look and watched him walk out the door. With another huff to herself, she followed him and glanced up at the rain. "Can't Storm stop the weather?" she asked him.
He looked over his shoulder at her. "Who's Storm?"
Rogue shrugged and feigned confusion. "Ah dunno, forget Ah said anythin'."
#
Logan watched the teen wince when she sat at the kitchen table. He raised an eyebrow and figured somebody had tanned her hide. Rooting in the freezer, he returned with a tub of ice cream and a spoon. He sat opposite her and handed the frozen dessert over.
Rogue peeled the lid off the ice cream and avoided Logan's gaze. She dug the spoon through a layer of marshmallow and kept her eyes focused on her dinner. When she looked up again five minutes later, he continued to stare at her.
"I had an interesting talk today," he said and lit a cigar.
"That's nice," she muttered and glanced at the cigar. "When did they start lettin' ya smoke inside?"
He gave her a look. "When did they stop me?"
She shrugged and returned her attention to the ice cream. "Just ignore meh, Ah don't know anythin'."
"I think you know plenty of things," he told her and chomped on his cigar. He kept his eyes fixed on hers. "Charles and Erik don't remember you arriving."
Her hand stabbed the spoon deeper into the ice cream, and she looked away from him. She searched her head for an excuse, any excuse. Her brain failed her, and she lied. "One of the other students let meh in yesterday because they felt sorry for meh." She hated the way it made her sound pathetic. "Ah wasn't lookin' for help, Ah don't need it. Ah'm fine on mah own. Do ya know what, that student kidnapped meh and Ah don't even want to be here. Ah have a family waitin' for meh and Ah should get goin' soon. When's the next train to anywhere in Mississippi?"
Logan's eyes narrowed because he could detect her lies. "You've got more holes in that story than Swiss cheese."
She returned the lid to the ice cream and put the spoon on the table. "Ah'm tired now, can Ah go to bed?"
He took the tub back, dumped it in the freezer and gestured for her to follow. He led her upstairs to a room he had reserved for her. "You can sleep here on one condition," he said.
When she walked inside, she glanced at him. "What's the condition?"
"You tell me the truth in the morning," he warned her and left her alone to sleep.
"Fuck," Rogue whispered and sat on the bed. She knew she was dumb, but even she understood people in the past needed to avoid learning about the future. She sat there for a long time and her brain continued to fail her. What could she tell him when he could smell lies?
#
At 7 am on the dot a knock on the bedroom door woke Rogue. She lifted her head off the pillow for a second and huffed. Too tired to deal with it, she turned on her side to sleep. She heard the door open, and footsteps approached her.
"You're more patient in the future," she muttered half-asleep into her pillow. "Ya normally knock twice."
A hand reached for her and groped her ass. Her eyes flew open, and she sat up shocked. She stared at the unfamiliar student who had touched her over the covers. "What the hell are ya doin'?"
He smirked down at her. "I thought maybe we could have some fun."
"Ah'll show ya fun," she scowled and reached towards him with her bare hand.
#
At 7:15 am Rogue looked at a young Professor Xavier across the desk. She levitated the chair in the air instead of sitting on it. "Ah could get used to this power."
Logan stood behind her with his arms folded. His plans to leave the mansion for good had stalled and he watched her party trick without a word.
"Please take a seat Rogue and explain what happened upstairs," Charles said, intrigued by her gift. He watched her lower the chair to the floor and settle on the seat. "Did you mean to harm Eddie? He's still unconscious."
"Ya know Ah did, ya can read mah mind," she answered him and pointed his way. "And he walked in mah room and assaulted meh. He's lucky Ah didn't kill him."
Charles watched her intently and with a gentle read of her thoughts he understood what had happened in the bedroom. "I see," he said and glanced at Logan. "I'm sure you have a class to teach, Logan."
With a gruff shake of his head, Logan looked at Charles. "I'm staying right here until somebody explains what the hell's going on," he growled roughly. "Who is she?"
It was Rogue's turn to shake her head at the Professor. "Ya can't tell him, he won't understand."
"Tell me what?" Logan demanded to know.
Rogue sighed and turned her chair to face him. "Ah don't know how to tell ya this, Logan. Ah guess Ah'll have to start with the truth and go from there." She took a deep breath and gazed at him. "Ya shirt's so loud Ah can hardly think straight. Green ain't ya color."
Logan blinked for a second or two and watched her leave the room. He looked at the Professor with a scowl.
#
Rogue leaned against the wall in the garage and cussed at her life. What the hell would she do stuck in the past? She felt even more like an outsider and avoided the other students every chance she had. As she continued to be lost in her thoughts, Logan walked in, and he had changed his shirt. She smirked at him, and he scowled at her.
"You about ready to tell me the truth?" he asked her with narrowed eyes.
"Ah can't," she answered and looked away from him. "But Ah like ya shirt."
He closed the distance between them. "I'm on your side," he told her gruffly. "If a boy does that to you again, take them down with your fists. I'll teach you how."
He already taught meh, Rogue thought. She gazed down at the floor and the words spilled from her lips. "Ah want to go home," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "Ah want to go home even if ya kill meh again when Ah get there. It weren't mah fault this time, Ah don't know what happened. Ya went and stayed there, but Ah came back and now Ah'm stuck. Even the Professor knows Ah'm stuck, he told meh so when he talked to meh in here." She tapped the side of her head with a gloved finger. "Ya any idea how much this sucks? Ah don't wanna be here."
"Yeah, you don't want to be here, I get that," he said, still confused. "You want to slow this down and get me up to speed? I don't remember going anywhere with you."
The tears rolled down her face and she looked up at him. "Ah'm from the future, we know each other in the future. Ya saved meh and brought meh to Xavier's. Ya've been saving meh every day since and now ya've left meh here."
Logan smelled no words of a lie. He mulled over her explanation and eventually grunted. "I'm the one who tanned your hide."
She nodded, embarrassed. "Ah didn't deserve it."
"Sure you didn't," he snorted and gestured at his truck. "You want to go explore sixties New York?"
Rogue brushed her tears away and looked at Logan. With a casual nod, she walked to his truck. "Ah didn't deserve it."
"I've known you less than a day and I know you deserved it," he growled and rested a cigar between his lips. He unlocked the truck and sat inside. He waited for her to get in and started it up.
"Ah didn't deserve it," she answered him back.
He looked her way for a moment and steered the truck to the gates. "What did you do to deserve the tanning?"
Suddenly she decided not to talk and watched out the window at the passing scenery. Every glance she took made her realize how different the world outside the mansion looked. When the silence started to annoy her, she relented. "Ah got here by using some experiment a guy left laying around in his room."
Logan raised an eyebrow at the way she framed it. "You mean you went in a room, invaded someone's privacy, stuck your nose in their business, touched some unfinished work and got yourself zapped into the past?"
"Maybe, maybe not. At least mah powers are back," she muttered in response. "Ah kind of missed them."
He turned the truck towards the road sign that led to the city. "What do your powers do apart from taking out perverts?"
"Mah skin sucks the life out of everybody it touches and if they're mutants Ah retain their powers and memories. If they're normal humans, Ah only keep their memories. Ah can kill folks with a touch and that's why Ah have to stay covered."
"Sounds rough," he answered, glancing at her.
Rogue smirked at him. "Not as rough as Eddie's life will be when Ah tell everybody he still sleeps with a teddy bear."
#
Logan stopped on a busy street and growled to himself. He looked in several directions and could smell her scent. It mixed with the crowd around him. "Goddamn it," he said and stood in the middle of the road. He sniffed again and grunted. She had walked this route when they had lost each other. He looked around again with a grumble and headed to a store.
Rogue had wandered into a store and fell in love with the nineteen sixties. She watched the lava lamp display on a nearby shelf and smiled. Suddenly they weren't corny and kind of looked cool. The music on the radio caught her attention and she walked over to the counter. "Do ya sell any drugs? Ah heard everybody in the sixties does drugs."
The teen behind the counter looked at her like she had grown a second head. "I've never tried drugs," he said, calling his father from the stockroom.
A slender man walked out, and Rogue gazed at him. He introduced himself. "I'm retired Sheriff Johnson," he said. "Do you still want to buy drugs?"
She started to shake her head at the guy. "Ah was jokin'," she said. "Ah've already tripped on mah travels to get here and Ah don't want to be in any trouble."
"You're in trouble," Logan confirmed, stood behind her. He looked at the retired cop with a scowl. "You don't need to make any calls; I'll deal with it. You got a backroom I can use?" The retired sheriff gestured to the room behind him, and Logan nodded. He took Rogue by the arm and dragged her behind the counter and inside the room. "We need to talk."
"It was a joke," Rogue whispered to him, concerned when he scowled at her. "Ah swear Ah was jokin'."
"Don't lie to me," he said while he pushed the door closed and pointed to a chair under the dingy light. "Hands on the seat and bend over."
Rogue watched him unbuckle his belt and the familiar panic started to rise in her throat. "Ah won't do it again, Ah just read loads of lies about the sixties and Ah thought everybody did it. Ah'm sorry, okay? This is meh bein' sorry."
"Not sorry enough," he told her with a growl and stalked toward her.
She backed away until she almost tripped over the chair behind her. With a panicked move, she pulled her glove off and touched his face. His eyes narrowed and then widened. His growls died on his lips, and she yanked her hand away. He collapsed in a heap at her feet. She stared down at him and panicked further. "What did Ah do?" she whispered. "What did Ah do!"
#
Rogue raced down the street with Logan's belt in her hand. Her thoughts raced and his threats in her head made her panic even further. She stopped to throw the belt down an alley, then raced through the opposite street.
With four slow blinks, Logan opened his eyes. Two faces looked down at him.
"We've dialed 911," the boy said beside his father. "You should probably stay still."
"My son's right, you passed out with quite a bang. What do you think caused it?" the sheriff asked.
Logan sat up; his head dazed. "Low sugar level," he muttered and climbed to his feet. He nearly collapsed again and put his hand against the wall to keep himself steady. "Which way did she go?"
They both pointed to the door behind Logan that led into an alley. He nodded and followed Rogue's trail out into the September breeze. He staggered like a drunk and kept up with the scent until he stopped a full block away. He growled and stooped to snatch his belt off the tarmac. His healing factor started to kick in and with each step he took the steadier he became.
Rogue stopped to catch her breath and sat down on a curb opposite a park. She had no idea what to do next. Why had she attacked Logan like that? "Because he was gonna whip meh," she muttered to herself.
"I still am, every night for a full week," Logan growled behind her.
She scrambled to her feet and started to back away from him again. Her feet took her into the road, and she weaved through the traffic. "Ah'm sorry, Ah'm really sorry," she told him and failed to notice a speeding truck that headed her way. "Ah swear Ah didn't mean to do it. Ah've never hurt ya before, Logan."
Logan stalked after her and scowled darkly. He heard the truck and his gaze snapped towards it. With a rough grab of her wrist, he hauled her out the way as the truck sped over the spot she had been stood on. He kept hold of her wrist and looked at her. "You're not getting out of this," he said and dragged her to a nearby bench.
"Not here, Logan," she said with a heavy blush on her face. "Anywhere but here."
"I gave you the better option before and you threw it in my face," he pointed out and raised an eyebrow when bone claws tore through her knuckles. With a grumble, he dragged her inside the park instead to shield her powers from the passing traffic. When they reached a bench, he reached for her gloved hands and massaged her knuckles above the claws. They sheathed and he looked down at her.
"Ah didn't mean to do that," she said worried he would overreact.
Logan watched her eyes until they filled with tears. "I know, but you're still getting a thrashing," he warned, letting her go. "Get into position."
Rogue gulped and glanced around the empty park. While she prayed it would stay that way, she obeyed Logan and bent forward with her hands on the bench. As soon as her hands touched the seat, she yelped. The belt had landed across her butt and almost sent her headfirst into the bench.
He cracked the belt down again and ignored her pleas. While she retained his healing factor for a while, he was determined to give her the whipping of a lifetime. Her cries did little to soften the sting of the belt, and he ignored the show of tears. He scowled as he brought the belt down time and again.
Her feet started to dance, and the sound of her cries gave way. She started to bawl like a baby while she promised to be good. "Ah won't do it again!" she wailed when the belt cracked across her butt again. "Ah'll be good, Ah promise!"
Logan sighed because they still had unfinished business. He swung the belt with even greater force and smacked it across her backside. His arm kept swinging until she started to bawl without the use of meaningless words. Even the sounds of a courting couple walking by failed to stop him from belting her. When the couple looked at Rogue and mentioned claws, Logan stopped the whipping. He cursed under his breath and glared until the couple walked away. He looked down at the bench and saw her bone claws again.
He sighed and buckled his belt. "We're done, now up you get."
Rogue continued to bawl and stayed put, even when Logan walked over to her. He gently pulled her to her feet and massaged her hands until the claws sheathed. With a sigh, he hugged her. She sobbed against his shirt, and he held her in his arms. "If you use your powers on me again, I won't be gentle next time."
"That wasn't gentle!" Rogue bawled while he led her back to his truck.
Logan tugged her along by her gloved hand, determined not to lose her this time. They weaved through the crowds while he thought about his next move, and he had made his decision by the time they reached the truck. "If you're really stuck here, you need somebody to take care of you," he said and unlocked the truck doors. He guided her inside and ignored the show of tears when her butt greeted the seat. "You understand what I'm saying?"
She sniffled and nodded her head. "Ah'm sorry," she said tearfully. "Ah didn't mean to hurt ya."
He patted her shoulder and closed the door. While he drove back to Xavier's, he continued to smell her tears and felt little guilt. He parked in the garage, left the truck, and opened her door. He held his hand out to her. "If I have to raise a kid, it might as well be one I give a damn about," he told her. "You ready to meet the team?"
Rogue gazed at his hand and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Ya really mean it?"
Logan nodded and gave a gruff smile when she held his hand. "I won't be easy on you Stripes, but I've got a feeling it's just what you need. So, dry your eyes and how about we give these geeks another chance?"