Fic: Move On 2/? (Rogue, Logan, Bobby)
- TITLE: Move On
AUTHOR: Kate Bolin
SUMMARY: Logan returns to Xavier's School after , with serious
implications for Rogue. Sequel to "Road Trippin'," which you can
find at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/roadtrippin.html
WARNINGS: Mild angst, some sexual content, violence later on, but
nothing you haven't seen on prime-time television.
ARCHIVING: List sites, Kielle's, otherwise ask.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe herein are the property of
20th Century Fox and the Marvel Entertainment Group. This piece of
fan-written fiction means no infringement upon any legal holdings.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you missed the first section, or end up missing
any section, or just want to read it in one big meaty chunk, the
work-in-progress will be up at http://www.dymphna.net/moveon.txt
Rogue stood, frozen in place save her eyes, which followed
the man skulking around the edges of the crowd. He looked the same
("Of course he does," her mind replied crossly, "he has that healing
factor thing...") as when she saw last him, four years ago in Alaska,
when they had both agreed that they weren't ready for whatever it was
they had -- shared memories and maybe something resembling love.
Suddenly, like she had called out his name, his head jerked
up, and he looked directly at her. His eyes traced over her body,
and Rogue felt naked, as if the many layers of clothing had suddenly
disappeared. She managed a weak half-smile, suddenly regressing to
the scared 16 year old in the cold dirty Canadian bar she had been
six years ago, as he walked over.
He stopped a foot in front of her, and just continued to look
at her. Rogue swallowed dryly, then said, in a soft and faintly
quavering tone, "You came back..."
He nodded. "Heard from Jean about you graduatin'...figured
it was..." He paused for a second. "Figured it was time I..." He
broke off, reaching in his jacket pocket. "I thought I'd replace
those dog tags..." He gestured to her neck, and Rogue automatically
wrapped a hand around the pieces of metal resting on her chest.
"With somethin' a little more suitable for..." He pulled out a small
jewelry box and held it out. "More suitable for a woman."
Rogue frowned slightly as she took the box. She opened it
carefully, then gasped when she saw the small carved bone pendant
resting on a thin silver necklace inside. "Oh..." she finally said,
looking up at Logan with shining eyes. "I..."
"Congratulations, Marie," he said softly.
Rogue smiled, then, almost without warning, wrapped her arms
around him in a tight hug. "I can't believe you're back," she
breathed against his chest.
"I told you I'd come back..." he said, stroking her hair
carefully, leaving "when we were both ready" unsaid and hanging in
She pulled away just far enough to look at his face, her lips
curving to match the grin on his. She reached up to stroke his
cheek, then pulled away in surprise as she saw her pale uncovered
fingers close to his. "Oh!"
Logan stepped back, his eyebrows raised. "Marie...?"
She looked around, searching. "I must've..."
"Here," a chilly voice said behind her. Rogue turned around
and saw Bobby holding out her single black glove. As she took it, he
continued. "I pulled it off of your hand when you stopped...it fell
on the ground by accident, but I think it's all right."
Rogue put the glove back on. "Thank you, Bobby," she said
cheerfully. She looked back at Logan for a second, then turned back
to Bobby. "I...um..." She blushed slightly. "Can we go for that
drink later? I--"
"Oh, sure..." Bobby said, his voice attempting to be as
nonchalant as the hand he was waving. "I'll take a rain check. I
know you two have a lot of..." He paused for a second, smiling
weakly. "Catching up to do."
Rogue frowned slightly. "Bobby..." she said, her voice
half-pleading and half-annoyed.
Bobby waved his hand again. "Just go, all right?"
Rogue looked at him, her anger rising, then sighed
resignedly. "All right...I'll talk to you later, okay?" She patted
his arm, then ran back to Logan, taking his arm and laughing as they
walked towards the house.
"We thought you was a toad."
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