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Soft. Soft and silky, Logan mused. That is the way it should feel. It should be like heaven. Without any disruptions. Without marks. Creamy even. If I had to pick one word I'd pick perfect. However, everyone says that is such a cliché. I don't really care. I've dreamt of this for more then 5 years. Finally, after waiting for so long I discovered that no matter what anyone, or anything thinks, perfect doesn't even begin to describe it. Nor do any of the previously mentioned words. The only words that come anywhere near close is Marie's skin.
It's true then. I've become as soft and weak as Scott. But nobody but my girl knows this. My saving grace. Marie, on her very first mission about 2 years ago, saved my life. Creed was back, along with the blue bitch and that disgusting slime ball. Back to break out their "fearless" leader. Ha! If the man was so fearless it would have been him up in that contraption instead of a frightened and beautiful mutant girl. But whatever, they were back and they weren't going to get far. I'm not about to let that crazed magnet out of his bubble so he can play Barbie with me by controlling the metal that is in my entire body.
Marie went. Rogue, as she still demanded everyone but I refer to her as. I only called her so in private. Marie, in her first mission, took on her nightmares. Nightmares that kept waking up me smelling her fear and hearing her muffled tears down the hall. Nightmares of death, of old memories. Ones that did not even belong to her, making her mind older then her body. Nightmares that gave me the feeling like someone was attacking her and would send me to her room ready for a fight. Never did I get to kill what was hurting my grace. Because it was always the nightmares, always in her mind. So I sat down and comforted her, as she cried and cursed, pieces of my personality coming back to the surface. That always makes me feel guilty for giving Marie my memories. But she confided one day that my presence in her mind keeps her sane. Keeps Eric and that goof who first kissed her from taking over her mind.
Dressed in an X-men suit, my tags, her class ring and lastly her favorite black wrist length gloves, even though by then she could control her 'gift' for about an hour, she was still insecure. She wore them to give her a safe feeling, since the leather gloves were to bulky for her delicate hands. When she walked onto the hunk of metal Scott idolizes was the first time I realized she wasn't just a small girl that needed protection. "Hi suga'." She was nervous; I could smell it on her. But she hid it well and was calm and collected when we took off and landed above the plastic cell Magneto was being held in. Then hell came up and visited us.
"Scott!" I watched as Storm flew up and caught Cyke before he flew into the live wires that had been broken in the fight. I was fighting Sabertooth. Jean and Scott had been taking Mystique out, while Marie tried to keep Toad from doing any more damage. Storm was left with Magneto. I was distracted by Scott's little trip and paid for it by catching Creed's fist connecting with my jaw, then his knee to my stomach. I faltered for but a moment. Way too long. He picked me up and smashed me into a cement wall. I was dazed, had broken ribs and bleeding from nearly ever appendage in my body. Then the next thing I clearly recall is Marie attacking Sabertooth, I wanted to protest. To protect her. However, I couldn't stand at the moment. Let alone speak. Creed had been seconds from crashing a cement block down on my stomach. Metal running through my body or not I don't think I could have survived a crushed stomach. She slammed her petite body into him, knocking him off balance, and using the tricks taught to her by Scott, Jean and I she attempted to defend herself and me. I could feel my healing factor beginning to work.
But not fast enough as Creed grabbed her by her leather covered throat and raised her off the ground, cutting off oxygen to her lungs. Marie was always a smart one, and training had made her a quick thinker. She ripped off her gloves and slapped Creed, leaving her hand on his reddening cheek. If I were not so worried about helping her I would have laughed at the look on Sabertooth's face as his life, memories and powers were being sucked out of him.
Marie pulled away from the lump of nearly unconscious fur and fell on her knees. "Rogue?" I moved as well as I could over to her and was shocked when she turned to me and growled, a perfect femine growl that scared and even amused me. Her face contorted into that of a vicious animal, she stood and lunged at me, causing me to fall back, my head slamming against the ground, and I tried to pry her off me. The fights around us were nearly over, and Storm raced to us and stared for a moment.
"Rogue! Let off Logan!" She reached to pull the crazed Marie off me, I felt my mutation helping me recover and with a swift apology for what I did next, I threw Marie across the room.
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Scott had been the one to carry Marie to the plane. He wouldn't let me touch her and Storm wouldn't let me kill Scott. Jean had tied Mystique and Toad up and was loading them onto the plane. But Sabertooth woke up and the basic cut down was that he got Mystique and Toad out of there. Magneto was still stuck in his wonderful plastic prison when we left.
Back at the mansion, Jean took care of Marie. Her injuries were healed thanks to Creed's present. But she was out cold. I can still remember the yelling Scotty-boy gave me as I stood by the door to the medic room.
"What were you thinking? You could have killed her! You attack the enemy! NOT team members! You could have killed her! You psychotic fool." Scott paced the outside the med-lab doors yelling at me. He had his hands behind his back and was obviously trying very hard not to kill me right there. To be true I was wondering the same thing, if I should have thrown her into the wall. But there was no way in hell One-Eye was gonna find this out.
"She had Sabertooth's gift. Healing. I knew she would be fine. Plus she was out of her mind." That was true. Marie wore the same expression Sabertooth did before he made a kill, her eyes were cold and calculating.
"That doesn't matter! You said you would protect her! Not kill her!" Scott didn't say anymore because my fist accidentally connected with his lip. Opps.
"Go to Hell Scott." With that, I turned and walked. I did not watch were I was going but just stared at the ground as my feet carried me. I ended up in front of Marie's room. Sighing, I walked in and took in a deep breath of air, it smelt like her, her tears, her very lightly scented body wash, everything. I walked over to Marie's bed and smiled at the stuffed animal on the bed. The only reminder that told me that Marie was still somewhat innocent. It was a toy that Bobby gave her when they dated, a Chinese Pug. She loved that and it always smells of tears and Marie. So I know she clung to it when depressed, as no one here would give her any comfort. Not the untouchable girl. I would have, and I did. However, in the two years that I was not here, there was no one else who would hold her. Not even that loser Bobby. On impulse I grabbed it, and smelt it, I could feel my anger boiling. "No one should make you cry Marie." Taking the stuffed dog with me, I walked out of the room. I wanted to make sure Marie felt safe, and this toy obviously must help her. So, she should have it.
When I returned to the med-lab Scott was inside, Jean wiping blood from his lip. She gave me a disapproving look and I simply ignored her. Rogue lay on a table, asleep. Her hair still had those white stripes in it, they had grown on me, and I could not imagine her without them. I could smell Sabertooth on her. I promised there and then to never allow her to get that close to him ever again. His scent does not belong on such a sweet girl. I could feel Scott and Jean's eyes on me as I sat the stuffed animal beside her and kissed her head, letting her hair be the barrier between us incase her mutation was not shut off. I sat beside her and took her hand in my gloved one. I still wore my torn and bloody uniform. It just that did not matter to me at the time.
I failed to protect her. My Marie, my Saving Grace. My mate. No! That is not what she was. Marie was a girl that I promised to keep safe. Like my daug...no...She has never been like a daughter to me. Like a good friend that when I got back from Canada, would stay up late talking and drinking with me. Girl didn't like my cigars, but she liked my alcohol. Another reason it is bad for my memories and personality to be up in her innocent head.
I don't remember how long I had sat there. Scott and Jean were long gone, had been for quite some time when I felt a squeeze and looked up to see Marie's soft brown eyes staring at me. A soft smile on her face.
"Hey suga'."
"How are you feeling?" Marie blessed me with a bright smile.
"I feel like I could run a mile. I think I like having Sabertooth's mutation" I laughed and then looked her in the eyes.
"I didn't mean to let him get you. I tried to..." Marie's look stopped me. A look of understanding and forgiveness.
"I'm sorry I nearly ripped your face off Logan. You couldn't have stopped him. But I'm fine now. I want to get out of this room. The smell, it smells like... like medicine and something else that I can't describe. I wanna go lay down in my bed." Marie noticed the pug and smiled again as she noticed that, though it belonged with her, it didn't belong in the medic room. "Did you?" I nodded and Marie smiled and pulled the animal to her before hugging me, mindful of my skin.
"You said you wanted out. Let's go." I picked Marie up, not about to let her walk out of here, not knowing if she was really fine or just pulling my leg. She didn't protest and leaned against my chest. This made me feel weird. Like she belonged there. I pushed that feeling aside and made my way to her room. On the way we earned a few glances from students and Storm. Not like I cared. One look from me and the students took off. Storm was aright though. She may glance at you to let you know that what you are doing may disturb other people. But, she minds her own for the most part.
I let Marie open the door from in my arms and set her gently on her bed. She looked tired so I pulled the covers back and laid her down, and then took off her boots and leather uniform. I could feel her eyes watching me, probably wondering why I, Logan the hard-ass was doing this. But she said nothing and was starting to drift off, she would probably think it was a dream in the morning. Truth is, at the time I didn't know either. I just did what I wanted, which was to make her more comfortable. I saw her nightshirt lying on the foot of the bed and grabbed it. I walked over & eased her into it, smiling very slightly as a small yawn escaped her. She was still dressed in her sports bra and underpants, and I was not concerned about modesty. I lifted her to pull the shirt over her head and then put her back down, covered her up and watched her as she drifted off to sleep.
Then I got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink and think about what I just did.
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Soft. Soft and silky, Logan mused. That is the way it should feel. It should be like heaven. Without any disruptions. Without marks. Creamy even. If I had to pick one word I'd pick perfect. However, everyone says that is such a cliché. I don't really care. I've dreamt of this for more then 5 years. Finally, after waiting for so long I discovered that no matter what anyone, or anything thinks, perfect doesn't even begin to describe it. Nor do any of the previously mentioned words. The only words that come anywhere near close is Marie's skin.
It's true then. I've become as soft and weak as Scott. But nobody but my girl knows this. My saving grace. Marie, on her very first mission about 2 years ago, saved my life. Creed was back, along with the blue bitch and that disgusting slime ball. Back to break out their "fearless" leader. Ha! If the man was so fearless it would have been him up in that contraption instead of a frightened and beautiful mutant girl. But whatever, they were back and they weren't going to get far. I'm not about to let that crazed magnet out of his bubble so he can play Barbie with me by controlling the metal that is in my entire body.
Marie went. Rogue, as she still demanded everyone but I refer to her as. I only called her so in private. Marie, in her first mission, took on her nightmares. Nightmares that kept waking up me smelling her fear and hearing her muffled tears down the hall. Nightmares of death, of old memories. Ones that did not even belong to her, making her mind older then her body. Nightmares that gave me the feeling like someone was attacking her and would send me to her room ready for a fight. Never did I get to kill what was hurting my grace. Because it was always the nightmares, always in her mind. So I sat down and comforted her, as she cried and cursed, pieces of my personality coming back to the surface. That always makes me feel guilty for giving Marie my memories. But she confided one day that my presence in her mind keeps her sane. Keeps Eric and that goof who first kissed her from taking over her mind.
Dressed in an X-men suit, my tags, her class ring and lastly her favorite black wrist length gloves, even though by then she could control her 'gift' for about an hour, she was still insecure. She wore them to give her a safe feeling, since the leather gloves were to bulky for her delicate hands. When she walked onto the hunk of metal Scott idolizes was the first time I realized she wasn't just a small girl that needed protection. "Hi suga'." She was nervous; I could smell it on her. But she hid it well and was calm and collected when we took off and landed above the plastic cell Magneto was being held in. Then hell came up and visited us.
"Scott!" I watched as Storm flew up and caught Cyke before he flew into the live wires that had been broken in the fight. I was fighting Sabertooth. Jean and Scott had been taking Mystique out, while Marie tried to keep Toad from doing any more damage. Storm was left with Magneto. I was distracted by Scott's little trip and paid for it by catching Creed's fist connecting with my jaw, then his knee to my stomach. I faltered for but a moment. Way too long. He picked me up and smashed me into a cement wall. I was dazed, had broken ribs and bleeding from nearly ever appendage in my body. Then the next thing I clearly recall is Marie attacking Sabertooth, I wanted to protest. To protect her. However, I couldn't stand at the moment. Let alone speak. Creed had been seconds from crashing a cement block down on my stomach. Metal running through my body or not I don't think I could have survived a crushed stomach. She slammed her petite body into him, knocking him off balance, and using the tricks taught to her by Scott, Jean and I she attempted to defend herself and me. I could feel my healing factor beginning to work.
But not fast enough as Creed grabbed her by her leather covered throat and raised her off the ground, cutting off oxygen to her lungs. Marie was always a smart one, and training had made her a quick thinker. She ripped off her gloves and slapped Creed, leaving her hand on his reddening cheek. If I were not so worried about helping her I would have laughed at the look on Sabertooth's face as his life, memories and powers were being sucked out of him.
Marie pulled away from the lump of nearly unconscious fur and fell on her knees. "Rogue?" I moved as well as I could over to her and was shocked when she turned to me and growled, a perfect femine growl that scared and even amused me. Her face contorted into that of a vicious animal, she stood and lunged at me, causing me to fall back, my head slamming against the ground, and I tried to pry her off me. The fights around us were nearly over, and Storm raced to us and stared for a moment.
"Rogue! Let off Logan!" She reached to pull the crazed Marie off me, I felt my mutation helping me recover and with a swift apology for what I did next, I threw Marie across the room.
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Scott had been the one to carry Marie to the plane. He wouldn't let me touch her and Storm wouldn't let me kill Scott. Jean had tied Mystique and Toad up and was loading them onto the plane. But Sabertooth woke up and the basic cut down was that he got Mystique and Toad out of there. Magneto was still stuck in his wonderful plastic prison when we left.
Back at the mansion, Jean took care of Marie. Her injuries were healed thanks to Creed's present. But she was out cold. I can still remember the yelling Scotty-boy gave me as I stood by the door to the medic room.
"What were you thinking? You could have killed her! You attack the enemy! NOT team members! You could have killed her! You psychotic fool." Scott paced the outside the med-lab doors yelling at me. He had his hands behind his back and was obviously trying very hard not to kill me right there. To be true I was wondering the same thing, if I should have thrown her into the wall. But there was no way in hell One-Eye was gonna find this out.
"She had Sabertooth's gift. Healing. I knew she would be fine. Plus she was out of her mind." That was true. Marie wore the same expression Sabertooth did before he made a kill, her eyes were cold and calculating.
"That doesn't matter! You said you would protect her! Not kill her!" Scott didn't say anymore because my fist accidentally connected with his lip. Opps.
"Go to Hell Scott." With that, I turned and walked. I did not watch were I was going but just stared at the ground as my feet carried me. I ended up in front of Marie's room. Sighing, I walked in and took in a deep breath of air, it smelt like her, her tears, her very lightly scented body wash, everything. I walked over to Marie's bed and smiled at the stuffed animal on the bed. The only reminder that told me that Marie was still somewhat innocent. It was a toy that Bobby gave her when they dated, a Chinese Pug. She loved that and it always smells of tears and Marie. So I know she clung to it when depressed, as no one here would give her any comfort. Not the untouchable girl. I would have, and I did. However, in the two years that I was not here, there was no one else who would hold her. Not even that loser Bobby. On impulse I grabbed it, and smelt it, I could feel my anger boiling. "No one should make you cry Marie." Taking the stuffed dog with me, I walked out of the room. I wanted to make sure Marie felt safe, and this toy obviously must help her. So, she should have it.
When I returned to the med-lab Scott was inside, Jean wiping blood from his lip. She gave me a disapproving look and I simply ignored her. Rogue lay on a table, asleep. Her hair still had those white stripes in it, they had grown on me, and I could not imagine her without them. I could smell Sabertooth on her. I promised there and then to never allow her to get that close to him ever again. His scent does not belong on such a sweet girl. I could feel Scott and Jean's eyes on me as I sat the stuffed animal beside her and kissed her head, letting her hair be the barrier between us incase her mutation was not shut off. I sat beside her and took her hand in my gloved one. I still wore my torn and bloody uniform. It just that did not matter to me at the time.
I failed to protect her. My Marie, my Saving Grace. My mate. No! That is not what she was. Marie was a girl that I promised to keep safe. Like my daug...no...She has never been like a daughter to me. Like a good friend that when I got back from Canada, would stay up late talking and drinking with me. Girl didn't like my cigars, but she liked my alcohol. Another reason it is bad for my memories and personality to be up in her innocent head.
I don't remember how long I had sat there. Scott and Jean were long gone, had been for quite some time when I felt a squeeze and looked up to see Marie's soft brown eyes staring at me. A soft smile on her face.
"Hey suga'."
"How are you feeling?" Marie blessed me with a bright smile.
"I feel like I could run a mile. I think I like having Sabertooth's mutation" I laughed and then looked her in the eyes.
"I didn't mean to let him get you. I tried to..." Marie's look stopped me. A look of understanding and forgiveness.
"I'm sorry I nearly ripped your face off Logan. You couldn't have stopped him. But I'm fine now. I want to get out of this room. The smell, it smells like... like medicine and something else that I can't describe. I wanna go lay down in my bed." Marie noticed the pug and smiled again as she noticed that, though it belonged with her, it didn't belong in the medic room. "Did you?" I nodded and Marie smiled and pulled the animal to her before hugging me, mindful of my skin.
"You said you wanted out. Let's go." I picked Marie up, not about to let her walk out of here, not knowing if she was really fine or just pulling my leg. She didn't protest and leaned against my chest. This made me feel weird. Like she belonged there. I pushed that feeling aside and made my way to her room. On the way we earned a few glances from students and Storm. Not like I cared. One look from me and the students took off. Storm was aright though. She may glance at you to let you know that what you are doing may disturb other people. But, she minds her own for the most part.
I let Marie open the door from in my arms and set her gently on her bed. She looked tired so I pulled the covers back and laid her down, and then took off her boots and leather uniform. I could feel her eyes watching me, probably wondering why I, Logan the hard-ass was doing this. But she said nothing and was starting to drift off, she would probably think it was a dream in the morning. Truth is, at the time I didn't know either. I just did what I wanted, which was to make her more comfortable. I saw her nightshirt lying on the foot of the bed and grabbed it. I walked over & eased her into it, smiling very slightly as a small yawn escaped her. She was still dressed in her sports bra and underpants, and I was not concerned about modesty. I lifted her to pull the shirt over her head and then put her back down, covered her up and watched her as she drifted off to sleep.
Then I got up and went to the kitchen to get a drink and think about what I just did.
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