Title: Mortal Fear
Series: 4/10 (end of 3: The mental haze finally lifted enough for him
to see Rogue curled into a ball with her eyes closed, a single phrase
pouring repeatedly from her mouth. "Please be okay, please be okay,
please be okay, please be okay.")
Feedback: yes please
Warnings: language, sex...maybe a bit violent in later installments.
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Disclaimer: Naturally, I do not own the Marvel characters - the story
and characters and their histories are a blending of Movie-verse and
Comic-verse lore mixed in with a big old heapin' helping of my own
imagination (Karne-iverse) that totally brutalizes existing histories
wherever I felt it made my story.
Summary: Logan and Rogue meet; end up on the run from the Friends of
Humanity. Interesting twist to Rogue's mutation.
Rogue hugged her knees into herself, an icicle of fear slicing
through her stomach. The torrent continued flowing from her lips
while another plea drummed in her mind: Not again, not again, not
She couldn't take hurting someone else. Not Logan.
"I'm okay, Marie. God dammit! Shut the fuck up for a second and
look at me!"
Logan's words managed to sink through the icy dread shrouding her,
and both her brain and mouth halted their respective streams of
words. "Logan?" she asked, opening her eyes to focus on him.
"Shhh," he coaxed. "I'm a real fast healer. See? Good as new."
Anxious relief swamped her nervous system. He was right he looked
perfect. Better than perfect. She began throwing herself into his
arms, then caught herself and jerked backward. "Omigod, I'm so
sorry!" she started. "I was half-asleep, and my brain was confused,
and I think I thought you were a boyfriend or something, and it's
been so long since I've been with anyone and I was so, well, turned
on and y-y-you just felt so good and I guess I kind of forgot about
my mutation in the confusion and I didn't know what I was doing and I-
"Marie!" Logan cut her babbling short. "Calm down and take a deep
A nervous grin teetered on her lips. She did as Logan ordered and
and his scent overwhelmed her. In an instant, her brain was
swept blank, everything forgotten except the overpowering sensory
overload she was experiencing. It was orgasmic. It was as though
her sense of smell were truly alive for the first time in her life.
The aroma coming off Logan that had teased her last night
mouthwateringly enticing and wholly male now permeated the air, and
it was spiced with a darker, richer scent that made hot sparks flash
between her thighs. "Wow!" She crawled across the bed to Logan and
began sniffing around him. "You smell amazing! My God, why does
your scent make me so
.hungry? You smell completely
"Aroused?" he offered skeptically.
"Yeah! That's it!" Then she wondered aloud, "Why should I be able
to smell that?"
"I have no idea," Logan responded in an edgy voice. "That's one of
*my* mutant abilities."
Understanding clicked in Rogue's brain. Apparently where she merely
absorbed a regular human's energy and thoughts and emotions, she also
took powers from mutants. That was one heck of a realization to have
dropped on her. She tried to grapple with it.
It was hard. Logan's odor kept filling her nostrils, and his tart
lust made her increasingly wetter with each deep breath. Compounded
with the aggressive energy prowling through her body which Rogue
knew was also Logan's she felt primitive and feral and Christ she
wanted to act on it. She was on all fours, inhaling the heady aroma
pouring off his bare skin. A low growl rumbled in the back of her
And then Logan grabbed her sleeved arms and lifted her up and away
from him. "I am far too horny right now for you to be doing that.
At this point, you're beyond flirting with danger
you're about to
start giving danger a blowjob."
Rogue half-groaned, half-whined in frustration. No matter how
predatory she might feel tripping off Logan's energy no matter how
revved up her body might be the fact still remained that she
couldn't actually engage him in anything physical. She frowned at
the unfairness of it all.
Logan muttered a curse beneath his breath and stood up. "I'm gonna
go take a shower, and there better be a lot of soap in there. I
haven't had blue balls in a long time, and I have no intention of
getting them today."
The implication of his words hit Rogue. She nodded solemnly. Logan
snarled and ran an impatient hand through his hair. "Jesus fucking
Christ, lady. You're a goddamned cock-tease. I did not need this
"I didn't do it intentionally!" she flung back in instant
irritation. "And hey, who took off his shirt during the night? What
made you think *that* was a good idea?"
"Because *someone* cranked the heat all the way the fuck up!" he
barked. His disarming eyes blazed pure fire. "Christ, don't give me
any I-told-you-so bullshit right now. I'm really not in the mood for
it." He began striding towards the bathroom.
"Hey, uh, Logan?" Rogue asked tentatively.
"Do you think you could, um
," she trailed off.
He halted. "What!"
"Could you take a really long time in there?" After drawing a deep
breath, Rogue closed her eyes and said, "You're not the only one who
needs to take care of, uh
Logan looked nonplussed. "You're gonna masturbate out here?"
Rogue blushed down to her toes.
An immoral smile broke on Logan's lips and he scrubbed a hand down
his face. "Fuck. There's a mental image I didn't need right now."
He turned and went into the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Logan emerged from the shower. He felt
considerably calmer but still a touch surly. Which, in his case,
meant he was pretty much back to normal.
"I have to go to the bank down the street to get some cash," Rogue
He stared at her. "You have an account at this piddly-ass town's
"I set it up on-line last night," she responded sourly.
Rogue grabbed up her already packed bag and went outside; evidently
she was determined to pretend as though nothing had happened. Logan
dragged his fingers back through his wet hair, gathered his few
belongings together, and followed her out. The two of them tossed
their stuff into the truck.
"What!" he snapped, venting his pent-up aggression.
Do you think you could come with me into the bank? I'm kind of
Logan's irritability gave way to some alien impulse
something akin to
a protective instinct. "Why?"
"Maybe it's just more paranoia, but I don't like the idea of a single-
branch bank. I probably should have opened the account first thing
this morning, but I wasn't sure if their records update through
constant streaming or if they do a data dump once at night, and I
wanted to be sure my money would be available today. But that means
those guys tracking me had over eight hours to find me."
"Speak English, Marie," Logan demanded impatiently. "Are you saying
you think those FoH assholes might have located you because you
opened a bank account last night?"
"Shit," he swore, raking his hand back through his damp hair
again. "Why didn't you set it up in a larger bank? We could have
stopped at an ATM farther down the road."
Rogue's dark eyes opened large. "Shoot. Yeah. That would have made
Logan pinched his eyes closed in exasperation. "You tech geeks!
Always making things harder than they need to be. Christ," he
muttered thickly. Then he exhaled loudly in exasperated
resignation. "But don't worry, sweetheart. You've got your own
personal security guard
at your service."
A sunny smile broke across Rogue's face. "Really?"
"Sure," Logan answered, turning his back on her to head towards the
bank. "You still owe me two-hundred fifty bucks. Gotta protect my
Once they entered the small, brick building, Rogue filled out a
withdrawal slip, stood in line for ten minutes, and met with a
representative to close out the account. The entire visit took less
than thirty perfectly uneventful minutes. Rogue was skittish up
until the time Logan's truck pulled out of town, at which point she
"Why so pissy?" he asked. "I'd think you'd be pleased nothing
"I am," she sighed. "It's just that every time I get all nervous and
worked up like this, nothing comes of it and I'm left feeling as
though I really am just totally paranoid."
Logan shrugged. "Hey, maybe your fear is justified. Maybe the only
reason nothing's happened so far is *because* you've been all freaked
out and extra careful."
Rogue seemed to brighten a little at that thought. "I like your take
Logan darted his gaze to Rogue and found her dark eyes
sparkling. "So, we gonna talk about this morning?" he asked gruffly.
The spark died like a doused flame. "What's to talk about?" she
"Oh, I don't know. How about telling me what the fuck exactly
I don't really know how to explain it," Rogue drawled, then
exhaled. "It's as if I suck away your life force or essence or
something. I'm like a parasite or some kind of vampire, stealing
energy and thoughts and even personality traits
and apparently mutant
powers when applicable. Take, take, take, take, take. That's what I
do. Isn't that nice?" she asked facetiously.
Logan ignored the sarcasm. An idea had begun forming. "You grab
"Some. Well, sort of," she commented. "It's weird everything gets
kind of jumbled up in my brain and then most of it fades away."
"Did you get any off me?" Logan demanded.
"Memories? Yeah, a couple, I guess."
"Like what?" he insisted. When she didn't respond, he pressed, "Come
on, Marie. Like what?"
Rogue appeared flustered. "I
I don't know. It's like how dreams
vanish after you've been awake too long. It's hard to sort out.
They're mostly just scraps of evaporating sensations now."
"Well, then concentrate, dammit!" he thundered. "What did you see?"
"Stop harassing me!" she retaliated. "Let me think! I told you,
everything's all mixed up in my head. There are just a few random
pictures at this point, and they're disappearing. Um
something about a war."
"I mean, look, it's probably not right. I don't think it could be."
"Which war?" he repeated more forcefully.
"This is going to sound crazy," she hedged, "but I think World War
Logan felt something internal unclench. He'd never told anyone about
those mental images bouncing around in his brain. "What else?"
"I don't know, maybe
Japan? I saw a beautiful Asian woman in some
sort of silk kimono-type outfit." Rogue shook her head. "Look,
that's it. I mean, that doesn't even make sense, does it? World War
Two, for Pete's sake?"
"No World War Two is right," Logan growled. "I don't recall
anything about Japan, but I remember fighting Nazis in Europe."
but that's impossible," Rogue protested in disbelief.
"I've got strong self-healing abilities," he explained. "Aging is
the process of falling apart I figure I stay put together too well
to really get physically older."
"Jeez," Rogue breathed out in awe. "Whoa! Is that what happens when
those blades pop out of your hands? Do they actually slice through
"Did you think I had little slots for them?"
"Well, yeah, I guess."
"'Fraid not. I cut and heal every time."
"Oh, gross!" Then Rogue quietly wondered, "Maybe that's why
When she didn't supply any further insight, Logan rolled his eyes.
Getting information out of Rogue gave new meaning to pulling
teeth. "Maybe that's why what?"
She shot him a tentative glance. "Maybe that's why nothing happened
when I touched you this morning
I mean, at first."
He blinked a few times. "So, normally you can't touch anyone at
Marie shook her head.
"I don't know," Logan pondered. "When that energy-sucking bit kicked
in, it felt pretty unstoppable. I don't think my healing abilities
had any effect."
"Then I don't understand," Rogue groaned. "I haven't been able to
touch people without draining them in three years!"
So you were, what, twenty, twenty-one when your mutation
Rogue nodded mutely.
"That's weird. I've met a few mutants," he considered. "Most were
either born with their abilities or developed them at puberty. I've
only met one who developed his mutation so late in life, and in his
case, it was triggered by a traumatic event."
Rogue's eyes popped large and wide, but she said nothing. Not a good
sign. "What happened to start all this, Marie?" Logan asked with
" she broke off and frowned. Logan remained quiet. Time
stretched and thinned, threatening to snap, until the oppressive
silence seemed to seduce Rogue into filling the void. She closed her
eyes and sighed. When she opened them, she kept her gaze locked on
the cab's grungy floor. "I was in college, and one night I'd been
working on a project at the computer lab. I'd gotten kind of lost in
my head and hadn't realized how late it had become. I have this
tendency when I do work to lose track of time and my surroundings
and, well, pretty much everything but the computer screen in front of
me," she explained.
Logan had noticed that tendency. When he'd come back to the motel
room from his walk last night, her attention had been locked like a
laser on her laptop. He hadn't been remotely quiet slamming the door
shut behind him, but Rogue had remained completely undistracted until
he'd spoken directly into her ear.
"It was pretty late," she continued, "and even though campus security
was always warning students about wandering around alone at night, I
started heading back to my dorm. And my brain was still kind of
stuck in the problem I was working on, so I wasn't all that aware of
things around me
When she paused, Logan supplied, "You were attacked?"
Rogue looked up; her chocolaty eyes were deep and liquid with
sorrow. "Yes, I was attacked. I didn't even know what was happening
until I was on the ground and he was on top of me." Her voice
sounded detached, as if her brain were reliving the event but not her
heart. "He tied my hands to a bike rack he'd chosen the spot
deliberately because of it and he used his legs to pin mine down,
kneeling on my thighs. Then he stuffed a rag in my mouth. His hands
started tearing at my clothes while he tried to get his own jeans
down at the same time. He was a bit too eager and couldn't decide
what to do first
" she trailed off.
"The bastard raped you," Logan ground out acerbically.
"No," Rogue said, shaking free of her reverie and looking up at
Logan. "No, he didn't get a chance to. He was on top of me, and I
was so scared
like I'd never been scared before in my life. I felt
completely helpless. He'd taken away every resource I had and
blocked every course of action available to me. My arms and legs
were locked down; my voice had been stolen from me. He was so
powerful, and I just felt so
power-*less*," she struggled to
"So your body created a self-defense mechanism to protect you," Logan
figured out. "You'd been made powerless, so you took his power."
"That's a good way to put it," Rogue said, exhaling and nodding
bleakly. "Before he could start
I began absorbing all his
"Why didn't he just pull back?"
"Why didn't you this morning?" she countered.
"Okay," he allowed, "so it's a little disorienting."
Rogue grimaced. "He actually collapsed on top of me. I just kept
sucking him dry until someone found us."
"Holy fuck," Logan breathed.
"And you know what scared me most?" she continued, finding momentum
in her disclosure. "In that moment, I was so confused and torn
between both our personalities, I wasn't even really sure which of
the two of us I was." She paused for a moment. "To this day I can
still tap into his energy and memories. His name is Cody Robbins; he
was an architect student at the time
a senior. He had a girlfriend
but liked to attack girls on campus because he got off on their
fright and the struggle. His usual pattern was date rape, but the
act had begun doing less and less for him. The high he got from
assaulting women was like a drug, but he'd started building up a
tolerance, so he'd decided to induce more fear in his victims by
jumping strangers in the dark. I was his first." Rogue shook her
head and spat out a hard, humorless laugh. "Actually, when he
stuffed that rag in my mouth, my initial thought was that it was
chloroformed and that I'd pass out. But
I knew that he
liked his girls that's how he thought of us: his girls he liked
his girls to be awake. It wasn't any fun for him if his girls didn't
"Jesus fucking Christ," Logan grated, his fingers curling tightly
around the steering wheel. "Did he die?"
"Just about," she answered. Her tone of voice was savagely neutral
but her body shuddered. "Another minute and I'm sure he would have.
But someone found us and pulled him off me he was in a coma by
then. Every once in a while I contact the hospital to check up on
his status. The last time I called, he was still unconscious."
Logan digested the information. "Does your brain ever still get
mixed up with the stuff you drained off him?"
"It's kind of hard to tell," she drawled slowly. "I don't get
confused between memories that are mine and his, but
Well, I think
parts of him kind of
integrated into me." She paused, then
whispered, "To be honest, my being afraid of hurting people isn't the
only reason I get so freaked out when people touch me. Part of it is
When she struggled to make the confession, Logan
suggested, "It's `cause you get off on the other person's power
surging into you, right? That power lust scares you
Rogue blew out a soft breath. "Words can't describe what a rush it
is to feel someone else's energy coursing through your veins. At
first I assumed that addictive urge was Cody's, and I'd absorbed the
personality trait. But now
I-I don't know. It scares me to death
to think that maybe that
that hunger was in me all along."
Logan shook his head. "I doubt it. It wouldn't scare you so much if
it'd been there befoOh shit!" he cried out in a moment of flashing
comprehension. "I knew there was something I just wasn't piecing
"What?" Rogue asked, jarring out of her sorrowful memories.
"Earlier, you only began drawing off me when you got scared.
Everything was hunky fucking dory until I smelled all that fear
pouring off you, and then *bam*!" He added emphasis to the last word
by slamming the palm of his hand into the steering wheel.
Rogue's brow crinkled. "So what? You think I won't absorb people's
strength if I'm not afraid?"
"You didn't this morning," Logan pointed out.
"Yeah, but I was half-asleep."
"Exactly. You were too out of it to *let* yourself be scared," he
concluded. "Most of the time, you probably psyche yourself out.
You're so prepared for the worst to happen, you freak out when anyone
comes near you."
"I guess that makes sense," she reasoned skeptically, "I mean that
fear triggers the process
assuming it's what created the defense
reaction in my body in the first place."
She didn't sound convinced. Logan slowed the truck abruptly and
pulled over to the side of the empty road. "Logan?" Rogue asked
hesitantly. "What are you doing?"
His topaz eyes flashed wickedly as he took his gloves
off. "Conducting a little experiment."