Okay this is the revison of chapter 1. So those new to this fic it know next chapter will not be grammer correct as this one.
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Disclaimer: All right I do not own X-men. Just making that clear to all of you.
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Drifters
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Chapter 1: Tipping Is Not A City China
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The roar of the crowded bar echoed threw each individuals ears as the cheering fans pounded against the steal cage, waiting for the next match to be under way. The air reeked of beer and smoke clouded the air giving the entire room a foggy atmosphere as it were. Every other man or woman had either a bottle of beer or a lit cigar or cigarette. Over half the men and women there were to drunk or wasted to the point that they didn't even know where they where, but they still cheered like there was no tomorrow. In small towns such as these, this right here, the matches, was the only thing they had to look forward to.
In the corner of the cage a shirtless man, in nothing but a pair of boots and blue jeans, he slowly paced on his small space, staring into the crowd with an ice-cold stare. He looked like an animal picking out his next victim. It was like the wild, kill or be killed. Taking a swig of beer, he then whipped his mouth clean with his forearm, smiled evilly as his next victim made his way proudly to the cage. He was bigger, that was the first and obvious observation, but bronze only got you so far. It took intelligence and a little help from Mother Nature to do the rest.
On the other side of the room, a woman about no more then seventeen, possibly eighteen was dressed from head to toe in nothing but black. She had a cautious look on her face anytime anyone seemed to get within two feet of her, but other then that she seemed cool and collect, to someone that wasn't paying attention to the details that is. Being one of the many bookies for the night she was taking bets for the next match.
The hood of her coat made it nearly impossible to see her face, and the horrible lighting with the added smoky atmosphere didn't help much. A small silver necklace shone bright when caught by the light revealing a small pendant, about the size of a dime, with a miniature picture engraved on one side, picturing the virgin Marry caring the baby Jesus. The other side seemed to have some sort of writing, but had been worn away so it was dam near impossible to read. But she knew, it read: Forever one. She never removed it.
" All right who will bet meh 200 hundred dollars, that th' Wolverine wins again." The woman said with a smirk waving two two hundred bills above her head, hoping to bait a live one, some might say. It would seem that after already winning over five hundred no one really wanted to bet against her. But perhaps, hopefully at least, maybe with the dramatic size difference she might get lucky.
" I'll take that bet. Little lady." A drunken man said from behind her. Rogue whirled around to find a middle-aged man behind her.
" All right Ah have a taker." The woman called out as she shook the man's hand, as she gave him a smirk. " Good luck."
" Luck." The man said back. Both of them were still shaking hands and even though they both wished each other luck, their eyes said different. Both mentally thought you are so going down. " What makes you so sure he'll win?" The man asked finally releasing her gloved hand, raising an eyebrow in suspicion, not believing that the scrawnier man would win.
" What makes ya so sure the other guy'll win, an' not the Wolverine?" Rogue snapped back with her Southern sass. Spending the better part of her youth in the south traveling, had given her enough credit to call herself a Southern. Just because you have the accent doesn't mean you are a Southerner. It takes heart, she would always say.
" Well… just look at him." For lack of a better answer the man said. The young woman never replied, she just turned her attention back to the cage and watched with mild anticipation for the fight to begin.
The bell rang, and the fight between David and Goliath began. The fight, if you could even call it a fight, was over with two punches, one right to the gut, then the other right to the jaw. Barreling over the giant leaving the Wolverine as the only one standing.
" Pay up shrimp." The woman told her unlucky opponent, placing her gloved hand out to graciously accept her winnings.
" Man, isn't their some sort of rule saying the big guy always wins. I mean- how did you know he would win? And who the Sam hell are ya? I never forget a face, but I can't really remember you what with the hood." The man cried out, slapping the money into her out stretched hand, not at all happy with being two hundred dollars down.
" The names Rogue, and call it…woman's intuition." She said with a smirk, giving him a small wink as she walked off the to the other side of the room. She merely melted into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of drunken men and women. As she walked other she exchanged a quick glance with the Wolverine. Nothing that anyone would ever really catch on too. " Alright I'll go three hundred that the Wolverine win again." Rogue called out into the sea of drunken people.
The surrounding crowd grew loud once more, as another would be fighter entered the ring to challenge the currently undefeated Wolverine.
The rest of the night went on like that, until the bar was empty and the fights were over. The only people left were the waitresses that were happily counting their tips for the night, a few bartenders busting up the tables and cleaning up the last of the beer glasses, and some that were to drunk to drive home, just lying their passed out on the floor.
The Wolverine was sitting alone at the bar drinking his last beer for the night. He was now wearing a shirt to cover his firm stomach with a torn, and worn mothball eaten jean coat that had seen one to many years.
Slowly Rogue approached him, he could hear her easily, and so it wasn't as if she was sneaking up on him. But the way he lived he believed that everyone was out to get him. Hearing the sound of her boots on the wood come even closer, he turned around and in the blink of an eye he shoved his right arm out an inch away form Rogue's face. She never flinched, didn't even blink an eye.
" Ya'd think by now ya'd know it was meh, Logan." Rouge said in a carefree tone as she took a seat at the bar stool next to him, and motioned for a beer. The bar tender slid her down one, but before her hands could get to it, Logan had intercepted it. " Hey." She cried out in protest.
" You know I don't want you drinking." He said gruffly. "So how much did we make tonight?" He asked seeing her frown for a moment then smile as she pulled out about a thousand dollars.
" Ya remember that hundred you gave meh, before. Well we made ten times that." She said with a smirk as she shoved the money back into her pocket.
" Not bad Stripes considering that there were only about 7 matches." He said as he finished his beer, he then moved onto the one he took from her. Rogue watched him drink what would have been her beer, she had never even tried beer before. And the fact that Logan refused to let her drink it made her want to try it even more.
" Ah'll take a water Mark…" Rogue asked the bar tender, and then returned her attention back to Logan. " So where to now. Ah'm havin' trouble getting' people ta bet, seein' how most know ah never lose, or rather you never lose."
" Ya…guess your right…so Stripes where do you want to go?" He asked as he finished the shot of beer.
" How 'bout east?" Rogue said as the bartender walked by and began to whip the counter down near by them, listening because he was board and everyone else had already gone home.
" Any where in particular darlin'?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
" Not really…just sick of this place. I want to see the ocean." She said with a smile.
" Alright, how about New York. We could get some good business there." Logan said as he threw about 25 bucks down on the counter, as the walked out.
" Alright, that sounds good to me." Rogue said. Frowning at the money on the counter she knew he had over ten drinks, she then through another ten down and smiled back at the bar tender that smiled at the tip, then followed Logan out. They walked out into the cold night, under a sky full of bright stars. They headed to a beat up old red truck, with a motorcycle in the back, with a trap draped over it. They entered the truck. Logan was driving and Rogue went straight for the radio. After removing her hood, showing a little longer then shoulder length dark brown hair with white streaks that shaped her face. You could also see her emerald green eyes that sparkled when the light hit them just the right way.
" So when ya gonna let meh drink?" Rogue asked as they drove down a deserted road.
" When your 18." Logan said simply.
" Not fair. I see no reason why I can't drink now." She said as she turned up the music to Still Waiting by Sum 41.
" Cause I said so."
" Why do adult always say that?" Rogue said as she stared at him. She knew how much he hated to be the adult one. Rogue couldn't help but smile when she saw him frown. " So where we gonna eat?" She asked changing the subject
" At the next town if you want." He said as he saw a sign that said next town 40 miles.
" Hey can we stay in a motel tonight, my back can't take sleeping in this truck one more night." She said with pouting eyes. She knew he never turned her down when she pulled that on him.
Logan let out a deep and long sigh to show he was not happy with spending the extra money. Women he thought." Alright Stripes you win." Finally giving in Logan frowned, and refocused his attention to the road.
" YESSS!!' She yelled victoriously, throwing her arms up into the air to show how happy she was.
About an hour later they arrived at a pretty small town, that luckily had a motel, a dinner, and even better, a bar scheduled to have some fights the next night.
" See now aren't you glad ah told ya stop here." Rogue said with a grin, with an I-told-you-so face.
" Whatever." He said as the got out of the truck and walked slowly into the dinner. It was pretty empty except for one or two people. But it was pretty early in the morning, so most people were still at home asleep.
" So what can I get for you?" A waitress asked with short curly red hair, and green eyes, wearing a blue dress and a white apron.
" I'll have a large cup of coffee and some eggs." Logan said with out his eyes leaving Rogue. She had removed her coat, and he saw a clean-cut rip on her left arm.
" And ah'll have coffee, eggs, wheat toast, and side of bacon." Rogue ordered. Smiling to the waitress she smiled and walked away. " What?" She asked trying to find out what Logan was looking at.
" Rogue…" Rogue held her breath. He only said Rogue went he was serous. And when she was in really deep trouble he said her real name. " What happened there?" He asked gesturing to the tear in her clothing.
" Oh…well one of the guys got a little to drunk and, pulled out a knife and cut my shirt, so ah gave him a quick zap." Rogue said gesturing to her finger." Ah'm fine, don't worry."
" You sure your ok?" he asked disbelievingly.
" Ya ah'm fine." She gave him a reassuring smile, and he smiled back. " Seein' as how my shirt is ruined…" A smile creeping up on her lips.
" No!" Logan said sternly he could already see where she was going with this.
" But why not?" Rogue said with a pout.
" Look Stripes I may be a pretty tuff guy that can handle anything…But the one thing I can not stand is taking you shopping for a new black shirt. You sped about two hours looking for a shirt that looks like your old one." Logan said trying to hold a stern face but it wasn't working.
" Look Ah swear 20 minutes tops. Plus Ah need a new book." She said with a smile. She was seeing his I'm about to give in here any minute look.
" Alright." He said with a small growl, as the waitress brought them their food.
" Thank ya." Rogue said with a smile.
" Your welcome sugah. Your daughter is a sweet girl." Both looked at each other and shook their heads, but she didn't see it. When she was gone the two sat in silence, and ate their food. Which for them doesn't take to long. Not even ten minute later, the two were done, just sipping their coffee, and staring at one another.
" So where do you want to stay tonight?" Logan asked as he stared into his coffee cup.
" No place nice jus' has ta have a bed." Rogue commented as she took another sip of coffee.
" Well that narrows it down…. Come on Stripes, let's go." Logan said as he put his coat back on, and left some money on the table. Rogue looked at the amount and frowned.
" Ya forgot th' tip again…" Rogue called out.
" No, I chose not to give one." Logan stated as he stood by the door and waited for her.
" Do ya ever?" Rogue smirked and placed a five-dollar bill on the table, grabbing her coat she followed Logan out; she also smiled when he growled at her for leaving a tip.
" Why do you do that?" He asked as they walked down the sidewalk. It was early morning, and both of them were total night owls. No one else was wandering the streets, but the two just shook it off.
" What leave a tip?" Rogue couldn't help but smile. They glanced at each other every so often.
" Yah, she did nothing to deserve that extra cash."
" It's not like it's ya'r (your) moneh (money), ah earned it." Rogue said right in Logan's face.
" You wouldn't win that money with out me, Stripes." The two had stopped walking and now were having their age-old fight.
" Ah win that money cause Ah'm smart."
" You win that money cause you place bets on me to win, and then I win the over all prize money. So with out me you would have nothing." Logan said with a smirk.
" What ever you say, but Ah still win when ya aren't fighting." The two had begun to walk again in silence when they finally reached a small motel.
They only had one room, so they took it. Rogue took the bed, and Logan took the couch. Both just lay there for a moment staring at the sky, just trying to think of something to say. Rogue was the first to break the silence.
" Ya know?" She looked over to Logan who looked back so she continued. " Ya could try and make the fight's a little more interestin'." She said as she smiled at him.
" What do you mean by that Stripes?...I make them plenty interesting." Logan was now being full of himself, as he put his arms behind his head, and continued to stare at the ceiling.
" Ah mean ya could at least take a punch, it's not like it would kill ya. Or even hurt and even if it did it'd be fo' all a- what five seconds?" Rogue stated as she rolled over onto her stomach, and looked at him.
" Why should I?" Logan complained not even looking to her.
" Because people could become suspicious." Rogue stated flatly, making Logan frown. Rogue smiled at the fact she got him thinking. She carefully fingered her silver necklace of the virgin Marry and the baby Jesus hanging on her neck. She sighed. " Hey Logan." She said somewhat sad and depressed.
" What?" Logan asked, now looking at her, her tone of voice had caught him off guard.
" Ya think that I'll be able to ever touch a person, ya know with out um going in a coma." Rogue said sadly but tried to joke about it, but failed.
" Stripes…I ain't gonna lie to you, if you ever want to touch a person, your going to have to absorb more so you can understand your power and figure a way to fight it off…that or completely absorb a mutant that can cancel out other mutants powers." Logan meant to make her laugh at the last part but nothing came. They both lay there in total silence. Rogue now began to yawn and was about to fall into a deep sleep, when she began to speak.
" Ya know Logan *yawn*, when Ah can touch, *yawn* ah wan' t' touch ya first." Rogue said sleepily before she was lost in her dreams.
" I'd like that Stripes." Logan commented to himself before he too was lost to sleep.
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Disclaimer: All right I do not own X-men. Just making that clear to all of you.
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Drifters
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Chapter 1: Tipping Is Not A City China
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The roar of the crowded bar echoed threw each individuals ears as the cheering fans pounded against the steal cage, waiting for the next match to be under way. The air reeked of beer and smoke clouded the air giving the entire room a foggy atmosphere as it were. Every other man or woman had either a bottle of beer or a lit cigar or cigarette. Over half the men and women there were to drunk or wasted to the point that they didn't even know where they where, but they still cheered like there was no tomorrow. In small towns such as these, this right here, the matches, was the only thing they had to look forward to.
In the corner of the cage a shirtless man, in nothing but a pair of boots and blue jeans, he slowly paced on his small space, staring into the crowd with an ice-cold stare. He looked like an animal picking out his next victim. It was like the wild, kill or be killed. Taking a swig of beer, he then whipped his mouth clean with his forearm, smiled evilly as his next victim made his way proudly to the cage. He was bigger, that was the first and obvious observation, but bronze only got you so far. It took intelligence and a little help from Mother Nature to do the rest.
On the other side of the room, a woman about no more then seventeen, possibly eighteen was dressed from head to toe in nothing but black. She had a cautious look on her face anytime anyone seemed to get within two feet of her, but other then that she seemed cool and collect, to someone that wasn't paying attention to the details that is. Being one of the many bookies for the night she was taking bets for the next match.
The hood of her coat made it nearly impossible to see her face, and the horrible lighting with the added smoky atmosphere didn't help much. A small silver necklace shone bright when caught by the light revealing a small pendant, about the size of a dime, with a miniature picture engraved on one side, picturing the virgin Marry caring the baby Jesus. The other side seemed to have some sort of writing, but had been worn away so it was dam near impossible to read. But she knew, it read: Forever one. She never removed it.
" All right who will bet meh 200 hundred dollars, that th' Wolverine wins again." The woman said with a smirk waving two two hundred bills above her head, hoping to bait a live one, some might say. It would seem that after already winning over five hundred no one really wanted to bet against her. But perhaps, hopefully at least, maybe with the dramatic size difference she might get lucky.
" I'll take that bet. Little lady." A drunken man said from behind her. Rogue whirled around to find a middle-aged man behind her.
" All right Ah have a taker." The woman called out as she shook the man's hand, as she gave him a smirk. " Good luck."
" Luck." The man said back. Both of them were still shaking hands and even though they both wished each other luck, their eyes said different. Both mentally thought you are so going down. " What makes you so sure he'll win?" The man asked finally releasing her gloved hand, raising an eyebrow in suspicion, not believing that the scrawnier man would win.
" What makes ya so sure the other guy'll win, an' not the Wolverine?" Rogue snapped back with her Southern sass. Spending the better part of her youth in the south traveling, had given her enough credit to call herself a Southern. Just because you have the accent doesn't mean you are a Southerner. It takes heart, she would always say.
" Well… just look at him." For lack of a better answer the man said. The young woman never replied, she just turned her attention back to the cage and watched with mild anticipation for the fight to begin.
The bell rang, and the fight between David and Goliath began. The fight, if you could even call it a fight, was over with two punches, one right to the gut, then the other right to the jaw. Barreling over the giant leaving the Wolverine as the only one standing.
" Pay up shrimp." The woman told her unlucky opponent, placing her gloved hand out to graciously accept her winnings.
" Man, isn't their some sort of rule saying the big guy always wins. I mean- how did you know he would win? And who the Sam hell are ya? I never forget a face, but I can't really remember you what with the hood." The man cried out, slapping the money into her out stretched hand, not at all happy with being two hundred dollars down.
" The names Rogue, and call it…woman's intuition." She said with a smirk, giving him a small wink as she walked off the to the other side of the room. She merely melted into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of drunken men and women. As she walked other she exchanged a quick glance with the Wolverine. Nothing that anyone would ever really catch on too. " Alright I'll go three hundred that the Wolverine win again." Rogue called out into the sea of drunken people.
The surrounding crowd grew loud once more, as another would be fighter entered the ring to challenge the currently undefeated Wolverine.
The rest of the night went on like that, until the bar was empty and the fights were over. The only people left were the waitresses that were happily counting their tips for the night, a few bartenders busting up the tables and cleaning up the last of the beer glasses, and some that were to drunk to drive home, just lying their passed out on the floor.
The Wolverine was sitting alone at the bar drinking his last beer for the night. He was now wearing a shirt to cover his firm stomach with a torn, and worn mothball eaten jean coat that had seen one to many years.
Slowly Rogue approached him, he could hear her easily, and so it wasn't as if she was sneaking up on him. But the way he lived he believed that everyone was out to get him. Hearing the sound of her boots on the wood come even closer, he turned around and in the blink of an eye he shoved his right arm out an inch away form Rogue's face. She never flinched, didn't even blink an eye.
" Ya'd think by now ya'd know it was meh, Logan." Rouge said in a carefree tone as she took a seat at the bar stool next to him, and motioned for a beer. The bar tender slid her down one, but before her hands could get to it, Logan had intercepted it. " Hey." She cried out in protest.
" You know I don't want you drinking." He said gruffly. "So how much did we make tonight?" He asked seeing her frown for a moment then smile as she pulled out about a thousand dollars.
" Ya remember that hundred you gave meh, before. Well we made ten times that." She said with a smirk as she shoved the money back into her pocket.
" Not bad Stripes considering that there were only about 7 matches." He said as he finished his beer, he then moved onto the one he took from her. Rogue watched him drink what would have been her beer, she had never even tried beer before. And the fact that Logan refused to let her drink it made her want to try it even more.
" Ah'll take a water Mark…" Rogue asked the bar tender, and then returned her attention back to Logan. " So where to now. Ah'm havin' trouble getting' people ta bet, seein' how most know ah never lose, or rather you never lose."
" Ya…guess your right…so Stripes where do you want to go?" He asked as he finished the shot of beer.
" How 'bout east?" Rogue said as the bartender walked by and began to whip the counter down near by them, listening because he was board and everyone else had already gone home.
" Any where in particular darlin'?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
" Not really…just sick of this place. I want to see the ocean." She said with a smile.
" Alright, how about New York. We could get some good business there." Logan said as he threw about 25 bucks down on the counter, as the walked out.
" Alright, that sounds good to me." Rogue said. Frowning at the money on the counter she knew he had over ten drinks, she then through another ten down and smiled back at the bar tender that smiled at the tip, then followed Logan out. They walked out into the cold night, under a sky full of bright stars. They headed to a beat up old red truck, with a motorcycle in the back, with a trap draped over it. They entered the truck. Logan was driving and Rogue went straight for the radio. After removing her hood, showing a little longer then shoulder length dark brown hair with white streaks that shaped her face. You could also see her emerald green eyes that sparkled when the light hit them just the right way.
" So when ya gonna let meh drink?" Rogue asked as they drove down a deserted road.
" When your 18." Logan said simply.
" Not fair. I see no reason why I can't drink now." She said as she turned up the music to Still Waiting by Sum 41.
" Cause I said so."
" Why do adult always say that?" Rogue said as she stared at him. She knew how much he hated to be the adult one. Rogue couldn't help but smile when she saw him frown. " So where we gonna eat?" She asked changing the subject
" At the next town if you want." He said as he saw a sign that said next town 40 miles.
" Hey can we stay in a motel tonight, my back can't take sleeping in this truck one more night." She said with pouting eyes. She knew he never turned her down when she pulled that on him.
Logan let out a deep and long sigh to show he was not happy with spending the extra money. Women he thought." Alright Stripes you win." Finally giving in Logan frowned, and refocused his attention to the road.
" YESSS!!' She yelled victoriously, throwing her arms up into the air to show how happy she was.
About an hour later they arrived at a pretty small town, that luckily had a motel, a dinner, and even better, a bar scheduled to have some fights the next night.
" See now aren't you glad ah told ya stop here." Rogue said with a grin, with an I-told-you-so face.
" Whatever." He said as the got out of the truck and walked slowly into the dinner. It was pretty empty except for one or two people. But it was pretty early in the morning, so most people were still at home asleep.
" So what can I get for you?" A waitress asked with short curly red hair, and green eyes, wearing a blue dress and a white apron.
" I'll have a large cup of coffee and some eggs." Logan said with out his eyes leaving Rogue. She had removed her coat, and he saw a clean-cut rip on her left arm.
" And ah'll have coffee, eggs, wheat toast, and side of bacon." Rogue ordered. Smiling to the waitress she smiled and walked away. " What?" She asked trying to find out what Logan was looking at.
" Rogue…" Rogue held her breath. He only said Rogue went he was serous. And when she was in really deep trouble he said her real name. " What happened there?" He asked gesturing to the tear in her clothing.
" Oh…well one of the guys got a little to drunk and, pulled out a knife and cut my shirt, so ah gave him a quick zap." Rogue said gesturing to her finger." Ah'm fine, don't worry."
" You sure your ok?" he asked disbelievingly.
" Ya ah'm fine." She gave him a reassuring smile, and he smiled back. " Seein' as how my shirt is ruined…" A smile creeping up on her lips.
" No!" Logan said sternly he could already see where she was going with this.
" But why not?" Rogue said with a pout.
" Look Stripes I may be a pretty tuff guy that can handle anything…But the one thing I can not stand is taking you shopping for a new black shirt. You sped about two hours looking for a shirt that looks like your old one." Logan said trying to hold a stern face but it wasn't working.
" Look Ah swear 20 minutes tops. Plus Ah need a new book." She said with a smile. She was seeing his I'm about to give in here any minute look.
" Alright." He said with a small growl, as the waitress brought them their food.
" Thank ya." Rogue said with a smile.
" Your welcome sugah. Your daughter is a sweet girl." Both looked at each other and shook their heads, but she didn't see it. When she was gone the two sat in silence, and ate their food. Which for them doesn't take to long. Not even ten minute later, the two were done, just sipping their coffee, and staring at one another.
" So where do you want to stay tonight?" Logan asked as he stared into his coffee cup.
" No place nice jus' has ta have a bed." Rogue commented as she took another sip of coffee.
" Well that narrows it down…. Come on Stripes, let's go." Logan said as he put his coat back on, and left some money on the table. Rogue looked at the amount and frowned.
" Ya forgot th' tip again…" Rogue called out.
" No, I chose not to give one." Logan stated as he stood by the door and waited for her.
" Do ya ever?" Rogue smirked and placed a five-dollar bill on the table, grabbing her coat she followed Logan out; she also smiled when he growled at her for leaving a tip.
" Why do you do that?" He asked as they walked down the sidewalk. It was early morning, and both of them were total night owls. No one else was wandering the streets, but the two just shook it off.
" What leave a tip?" Rogue couldn't help but smile. They glanced at each other every so often.
" Yah, she did nothing to deserve that extra cash."
" It's not like it's ya'r (your) moneh (money), ah earned it." Rogue said right in Logan's face.
" You wouldn't win that money with out me, Stripes." The two had stopped walking and now were having their age-old fight.
" Ah win that money cause Ah'm smart."
" You win that money cause you place bets on me to win, and then I win the over all prize money. So with out me you would have nothing." Logan said with a smirk.
" What ever you say, but Ah still win when ya aren't fighting." The two had begun to walk again in silence when they finally reached a small motel.
They only had one room, so they took it. Rogue took the bed, and Logan took the couch. Both just lay there for a moment staring at the sky, just trying to think of something to say. Rogue was the first to break the silence.
" Ya know?" She looked over to Logan who looked back so she continued. " Ya could try and make the fight's a little more interestin'." She said as she smiled at him.
" What do you mean by that Stripes?...I make them plenty interesting." Logan was now being full of himself, as he put his arms behind his head, and continued to stare at the ceiling.
" Ah mean ya could at least take a punch, it's not like it would kill ya. Or even hurt and even if it did it'd be fo' all a- what five seconds?" Rogue stated as she rolled over onto her stomach, and looked at him.
" Why should I?" Logan complained not even looking to her.
" Because people could become suspicious." Rogue stated flatly, making Logan frown. Rogue smiled at the fact she got him thinking. She carefully fingered her silver necklace of the virgin Marry and the baby Jesus hanging on her neck. She sighed. " Hey Logan." She said somewhat sad and depressed.
" What?" Logan asked, now looking at her, her tone of voice had caught him off guard.
" Ya think that I'll be able to ever touch a person, ya know with out um going in a coma." Rogue said sadly but tried to joke about it, but failed.
" Stripes…I ain't gonna lie to you, if you ever want to touch a person, your going to have to absorb more so you can understand your power and figure a way to fight it off…that or completely absorb a mutant that can cancel out other mutants powers." Logan meant to make her laugh at the last part but nothing came. They both lay there in total silence. Rogue now began to yawn and was about to fall into a deep sleep, when she began to speak.
" Ya know Logan *yawn*, when Ah can touch, *yawn* ah wan' t' touch ya first." Rogue said sleepily before she was lost in her dreams.
" I'd like that Stripes." Logan commented to himself before he too was lost to sleep.