A/N: They are NOT anything more than father/daughter in this fic intentionally. Read whatever you want out of it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, definitely not mine.
Boom
"Ah!" Rogue shot up, back straight, breathing hard. Glancing around quickly, the teen sighed. These nightmares are getting ridiculous, Rogue thought, nervously picking at her covers. She couldn't ever remember what the nightmares were about, which made waking up that much worse. The storm outside wasn't helping either. Thunder crashed again, much closer this time. Rogue shrieked and tore out of her room.
When the thunder crashed once more, Rogue tripped and skidded to a halt, her head knocking against something hard. Moaning, she stood, rubbing her head as she did. She jumped when the door in front of her opened, revealing an obviously just-woke-up Wolverine.
Logan blinked slowly down at the young girl in front of him. He had intended to skewer whoever had the nerve to go thundering around the mansion at the unholy hour of three a.m. He had not expected to find a frightened Marie standing at his door.
"Something buggin' you, kid?" Rogue opened her mouth to reply, but the storm let out its loudest thunder clap yet. Shrieking, the girl flung herself forward, knocking Logan back as she clung tightly to his nightshirt. Logan swung his door shut, nervously patting the top of her head. He wasn't any good at this kind of thing. "Come on, kid, what's up? I can't do this if I don't know what's wrong." A few minutes passed, the only sounds being the rain and Rogue's breathing returning to normal. Finally, she pulled back enough to see Logan's face.
"I…had a bad dream." She felt stupid saying it, especially to Logan, but he wouldn't appreciate being woken up at…whatever time it was…just to be lied to.
"Was it one of mine?" Rogue nodded slowly. Before Liberty Island, she'd never had a nightmare in her life. Now they were all too common, and her fear of thunder wasn't helping tonight. Rogue's grip tightened a bit as she remembered the clap from earlier. Closing her eyes, Rogue could feel Logan sigh.
"I'm sorry; I just…don't like thunder."
"Neither do I, but you don't see me waking people up in the middle of the night," was the reply. Rogue blinked.
"You don't like thunder?"
"Nah, hurts my ears. All loud things do. Why'd you think I have so much trouble sleeping in this place?" Rogue giggled. It was so obvious, and such a Logan thing to say. Added to the lack of sleep, the whole situation was almost amusing. "Maybe you should go back to bed?"
"NO!" Rogue blushed as Logan raised an eyebrow. "It's…I…could I stay here? Just for tonight." Logan studied the girl in front of him for a few moments before shrugging.
"I get the bed." Rogue nodded and plopped down on his couch, asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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When Rogue woke the next morning, she found herself in bed; his bed. Smiling, Rogue slipped out and made her way back to her room. Maybe thunder wasn't such a bad thing afterall.