Fic: Interlude: Clyde to Athabasca [1/1] - L/R-ish
- Title: Interlude: Clyde to Athabasca
Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...]
Series: Crossing Canada
Summary: Logan runs. Rogue follows.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of
fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.
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Feedback: Better than chocolate.
Notes: Thanks to Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete. I apologize in advance to anyone
who resides in any of these places. I've never been to Alberta [hell, I've
never been to Canada at all], I just picked some names off a map. ABC again,
except where I got tired. Hey, it was 3 am.
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Interlude: Clyde to Athabasca
She stood leaning against the motorcycle she'd ridden all the way from
Westchester to this godforsaken part of Canada. The sky was iron-gray, and
it looked like it was about to snow. Under other circumstances, she might
have enjoyed that, but having worn out her welcome in Clyde, she had a long
night's ride ahead of her to the next town. Vaulting onto the bike, she tore
out of town. "When I get my hands on you, Logan, it ain't gonna be pretty,"
she muttered. Xavier wasn't too happy with him, either. "You better have a
good reason for doing this," she shouted over the roar of the bike.
Zoning out as she drove through the night, Rogue once again wondered why
Logan had left without saying goodbye. <A freakin' note,> she thought, <is
that too much to ask?> Apparently, it was. Because he hadn't left one before
leaving, nor had he written or called since he'd been gone. Chalking it up
to his usual lack of regard for other people's feelings, no one else at the
mansion had been alarmed.
"Dammit," she muttered, her attention caught by the fact that the gas gauge
was nearing E. Everything had gone wrong since she'd left Edmonton.
Finally, she reached Athabasca. Grabbing her knapsack, she trudged wearily
into the lobby of the Hearthside Motor Inn. "Have you seen this man?" she
asked the night clerk who checked her in, laying the picture down on the
reception desk. "I need to find him," she said as she smoothed the creases
worn into the paper from folding and unfolding it as often as she had. Jean
had drawn it for her once they realized they had no pictures of him; once
they realized they weren't going to be able to convince her not to go after
"Kirsten, you remember this guy?" the clerk called out to someone in the
"Logan something-or-other," Kirsten said when she saw the picture. "Man, he
was something else in bed. Never tired out. Only stayed a couple of nights,
but damn, did we have fun." Perhaps the look on Rogue's face warned her, or
the clenching of her fists, but Kirsten shut up all of a sudden.
Quietly, with as much dignity as she could muster in the face of yet
*another* of Logan's conquests on this trip, she said, "Thanks." Right then,
all she wanted was a hot shower and a bed.
She showered and pulled on her pajamas and lay in bed, thinking.
Over and over, she wondered why he'd left. She'd been so excited that he'd
come home early -- surprising all of them, and yet, by the time she'd gone
out to the foyer to greet him, he was back on his bike and tearing down the
Jean was the only one who'd seen him. It hurt Rogue to think it, but she
wondered if the fact that Jean and Scott had finally set a wedding date was
what drove him away.
Thats one more kid wholl never get to go to school / Never get to fall in
love / Never get to be cool Rockin in the Free World Neil Young
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