FF "Winter: Frozen" (1/1) PG [Logan, Rogue]
- Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: Winter: Frozen
Series: Phases: Year in a Day
Distribution: Anyone who has my fic, anyone who asks
for it, http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/xfic.html
Disclaimer: I don't own Rogue or Logan or the song
"Mercy" by Sarah McLachlan. Uh, don't sue and stuff.
Classification: angst, vignette
Summary: Rogue responds to Logan's attempt to make
Spoilers: the movie
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Notes: The graphic for this story can be found at
Mercy - pure and simple
Longing - cold and hollow
With sweet breath you'd come to warm me
But I held on too hard to only a memory
I don't know how to try. I don't know how to feel the
things you're wanting me to feel. I know how to be
alone, and I know how to stay alone. I know how to
push everyone away but the people who are in here with
me, stuck inside my damn head. I know Erik and David
and even you.
I know you but I don't know the first thing about you.
I know the you I wanted to keep with me, the one I
held tight to and wouldn't let slip away. I'm used to
it being me, alone, untouchable. I don't even know if
I want to learn how to be more than just me.
I'm in love with a you that probably doesn't exist
anywhere but in me. I hate pushing you away on the
one hand and don't know anything else that I can do on
the other. You scare me. You scare me because I know
that I could get to know you, maybe get to care about
you, and I could lose what's here inside of me. I
could lose the person who has been keeping me sane all
these years alone and untouched. I need him. Maybe I
need you too.
Give me time.
Rogue's heart pounded in her chest as she made her way
down the hall to Logan's room. She knew that he would
know she was there, that he would probably smell her
the second she came down the hallway. She just hoped
he knew better than to try to talk to her. Yet.
Fighting her nervousness, Rogue slid the note under
Logan's door. She wondered absently if she should
have tried to find something other than the blood red
pen when writing it. But somehow the color seemed
appropriate, fitting. It had hurt to write the
letter. It was emotional blood and the scrawled
letters on the page fit that feeling with their
Rogue almost ran back to her room, shutting the door
behind her with a surprisingly loud WHAM! sound and
leaned back against the solid, comforting wood,
willing her knees to solidify again and her pulse to
slow. All she needed was time.
I'll be sending out the next-to-the-last one in this
series in just a moment... if my 'net connection holds
that long... ::gives Earthlink the finger::
Catch Your Breath [my index site] ~ http://www.catchyourbreath.net
"We've always been ready for female superheroes because women want to be them and men want to do them." -Famke Janssen
"Rogue, please. I like you. Don't make me stab you to death with a plastic hanger." ~from Dyce's fic 'The Godless Among Them'
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