FIC: Blackout (7/7)
- Disclaimer, etc., in Prologue
My idea of heaven has always been a little different than everybody
else's. Instead of a bright light and fluffy clouds, I imagined the
gentle light of a full moon and stars, surrounded by quiet snow and
wrapped in the warmth of Logan's arms.
But I was wrong. There was a bright light, so bright I refused to open
my eyes. And there was pain. I did a mental check, and it seemed there
wasn't an inch of my body that didn't hurt. It was horrible, but I
couldn't seem to find the strength to cry. Maybe I wasn't in heaven, I
decided. I tried to be good, but maybe I ended up somewhere else.
Then I heard the low voice. "Please, Marie. Don't go. Please. I need
you." It was Logan, and I wanted to smile, though I couldn't seem to
make myself do it. I sighed instead.
"Marie? Kid, please. Open your eyes." I wanted to, I really did. But the
light was so bright. I knew if I opened my eyes, the light would burn
them right out of my head. And I was afraid that if I opened them, I'd
find out that Logan was just a figment of my imagination. Or, even
worse, I'd find that he was dead, too.
Then I felt it. Logan was holding my hand. My bare hand was clutched in
his. Skin to skin.
I opened my eyes.
Logan was there. He looked terrible. Sick, tired and more scared than
I've ever seen him. But very much alive.
"Marie," he breathed, pulling my hand up to his lips and kissing it.
I was wrong. I was in heaven after all.
When I woke up again, I was alone. I stared at the ceiling and tried to
remember what happened. A few minutes later, Jean came in.
She smiled. "Rogue. How are you feeling?"
"Like I got run over by a truck," I rasped.
Jean poured me a glass of water and let me sip from a straw.
I smiled gratefully and eased back into the bed. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
I closed my eyes. "We were on the roof. Spark was going to kill Logan. I
... I shoved her off the roof."
She reached out and ran a hand lightly over my hair. "You BOTH went over
the roof. You don't remember?"
I thought back, and while I vaguely remembered sailing into empty air, I
couldn't recall what happened after that.
"It doesn't matter," Jean said. "You're OK now."
"He's fine," she said softly. "He's sleeping. You were out for four
days, and he wouldn't leave your side. Once you woke up, we finally got
him to get some sleep." She wrinkled her nose. "And a shower."
I laughed, then groaned. My entire body hurt. But I was alive, so I
Logan was mad at me.
He came in to see me later that day, but once he confirmed that I was
going to be fine, he left before we could talk.
Jean came back in again. "It will be fine, Rogue," she said. "You just
scared him. He's not used to it."
"Jean," I said. "I know I was pretty out of it, but I thought ... Logan
was touching me."
She sat on a stool beside my bed. "Spark's power changed you. Or him.
We're not sure which. Once you're back to full strength, we're going to
run some tests. But yes, Logan is safe from your skin."
Like I said, my memories of New Year's Eve were murky at best, and
everyone had a different version of what happened. We got something
resembling the truth when we all assembled in the professor's office a
few days later. I hadn't been able to leave the med lab, and Logan
hadn't been to see me again. As soon as I was well again, I was planning
to kick his ass.
Jean led me into the office and sat next to me on the couch, and Logan
sat in the chair next to her. He didn't say anything to me, and when I
stared at him, he looked away. Yep, I decided, I was going to have to
beat him into submission. That set off a whole different line of
thinking, and I felt myself blush. I sure hoped the professor wasn't
doing any random scanning of thoughts. Since I'd found out I could touch
Logan, my fantasies had been keeping me pretty entertained, but that
didn't mean I wanted to share those thoughts with Professor X.
The professor came in then, followed by Scott, Storm and Remy, and he
asked for our report. I let Logan talk, and he was doing pretty well, up
until he got to the actual attack. Then it went something like this
(edited for content).:
LOGAN: I had things under control.
LOGAN: Can I finish telling the [expletive deleted] story?
LOGAN: That [expletive deleted] Spark was about to attack me again, when
Rogue tells me she [expletive deleted] LOVES me ...
SCOTT: (laughing) She WHAT?
LOGAN: Shut the [expletive deleted] up, One-Eye. That's between Marie
ME: Logan ...
LOGAN: Then she runs toward Spark, and there's a bright flash, and they
both fly off the [expletive deleted] roof. [A string of expletives of
uncertain origin and meaning deleted]
PROFESSOR X: Logan, please. Rogue is fine now. What happened next?
ORORO: Gambit and I got there just as the women went off the roof. The
three of us ran to the edge, and we saw Rogue and Spark. They were
hanging onto a banner that hung across the front of the building. We
managed to pull them up, but they were ...
REMY: Stuck. Together. Like magnets or somethin'.
ORORO: We pulled them apart, and they both passed out. Logan tried --
LOGAN: I touched Rogue, to try and give her my healing power. But ...
nothing happened. I thought ... I thought she was dead.
Logan stood up and let the room. I wanted to follow him, but I also
wanted to find out what had happened to me. I looked at Jean, who shook
her head, and I stayed put.
Apparently Jean and Scott had shown up right after that, and Jean
pointed out that I was alive, though unconscious. Nobody was entirely
sure what had happened, but Jean theorized that my body chemistry had
changed when I absorbed Magneto's powers years ago, and that change had
somehow protected me from Spark's power.
She also believed that Logan was the only one who would be able to touch
me, although nobody else had tried so far. As soon as I was feeling
better, we were going to test out that theory.
Spark had also been affected by our connection. She was in some kind of
coma, only she hadn't come out of it yet. When she did, they were
keeping a nice customized prison cell for her, much like the one Magneto
The meeting broke up, and I went to find Logan. My brain must have been
a little fried from my encounter with Spark because it took me 20
minutes of searching before I realized where he would be.
He was sitting on our bench on the roof. It was freezing outside, but he
wasn't wearing a coat. Luckily, my scattered brains had remembered for
both of us.
I sank down on the bench next to him and handed him his jacket. "It's,
like, a degree out here," I said. "Put on your coat."
He put it on, staring at me but not speaking.
I sighed and sank back into the seat. My little search had left me
absurdly exhausted, and that weakness just pissed me off more.
"So," I said, when it was obvious he wasn't going to speak. "You wanna
save me the trouble of kicking your ass, and tell me exactly what's
"You scared the hell out of me," he said quietly.
"No. You don't know." He growled and stood up, pacing. "What the hell
were you thinking? You could've been killed!"
"Let me finish!" he ranted. "You wanna know what's going on? Fine! You
were just going to throw your life away! You're not even 21 years old,
and you were going to throw your life away. For what?"
He stopped dead and sighed. He walked back and sat next to me again.
"For me. It's not worth it," he said, quiet again. "I'm not worth it."
I laughed. "Logan, you did the same thing for me before you even knew me
at all. How could I not want to save you? I love you."
He stared at me for a moment, then smiled. My heart sped up as I saw
something I'd never really seen in Logan before. Hope. "Say that again."
"I. Love. You."
Gently, he reached out and trailed his fingers over my cheek. I closed
my eyes and sighed. "Well," he said. "That sounds a lot better when it's
not followed by you jumping off the roof."
"You know what makes it even better?" I asked, grinning. "When it's
actually ... returned."
He cleared his throat, and I swear he glanced around the empty roof to
make sure nobody could overhear him being all mushy. That's my Logan. "I
love you, Marie," he said, in that breathless, growly kind of voice that
I heard in my fantasies.
He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine, gently, as though I might
break from the contact. I thought I might. I slid a hand into his hair
and tried to pull him closer, but a second later he was standing with me
in his arms.
"You're exhausted," he said, carrying me down the stairs and through the
kitchen. "You've got to get some rest so we can start experimenting on
"Yeah," I sighed, leaning into him and rubbing my face against his neck.
"Jean has a whole list of tests she want to do when I'm feeling better."
We entered the elevator, and Logan grinned at me. "I'm not talkin' about
"Then what ...?" Like I said, my brain was kind of fried. It took me a
second. "Ahhhh ... well, Dr. Logan, I'm afraid those tests are going to
be extensive. And time consuming."
"What can I say," he told me, brushing a kiss across my forehead. "I'm a
slave to science."
And they say laughter is the best medicine.
THUS ENDETH THE FOOF
To everyone who stuck with me to the end, and especially those who sent
feedback, I give a big e-hug. :-)
LOGAN: You gonna tell me to stay away from your girl?
SCOTT: If I had to do that, she wouldn't be my girl.