Fic: Rogue Laughter: 1/1: Ororo, Logan, Rogue: RR#19
- Title: Rogue Laughter
Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...]
Summary: "She had a headache from the miasma of unresolved -- possibly
unresolvable -- tension that hung over the mansion. And Rogue was
laughing with Logan."
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.
Archive: Lists, jenns Indulgence, Muses Fool.
Feedback: goes great with a can of Dr. Browns diet cream soda.
Notes: Thanks to everyone whos done such a great job, and especially to
Andariel, whos struggling with the timeline even more up close and
personally than I am. <g> This directly follows jenn's awesome "Blind
Dot, Meg, Pete, Jen - thanks, as always. You rawk.
She was on her way into the living room, a copy of His Girl Friday in
hand, when she heard laughter.
Laughter that had been absent -- and sorely missed -- over the past two
And in response, the low rumble of a male voice.
Ororo sighed. She had a headache from the miasma of unresolved --
possibly unresolvable -- tension that hung over the mansion.
And Rogue was laughing with Logan.
They passed the door of the living room, where she stood, and stopped
short, laughter dying on their lips as if they suddenly noticed how out
of place it was.
They were soaking wet and smelled of the lake. Bright Lady, she thought,
theyd gone swimming -- *Rogue* had gone swimming in the lake for the
first time ever. The lake that Ororo had managed to convince her was the
home of a monster, Westchesters very own Nessie. Things had progressed
far faster between Logan and Rogue than shed ever have expected.
Shed known the Canadian was interested in the southerner -- he'd been
so attuned to her that hed noticed when shed disappeared, distraught
over the Scott-Jean situation, and run right into Magnetos arms.
Interested and more -- no man as seemingly uncaring as Logan risked his
life for a woman he barely knew, unless they were more than passing
What shed thought was a triangle was now a quadrangle, and no doubt
Warren was doing his part to make it a, a pentagon.
She allowed none of these thoughts to show on her face, though, when she
said, Did you have a nice swim?
They exchanged a speaking glance -- <Oh yes, definitely more> -- and
Logan nodded. Just testin the water.
And didnt that have meaning on oh so many levels? She found her mouth
curving in a reluctant smile. Im sure. She took in the way Logans
eyes caressed Maries soaked form, her clothing clinging to every curve,
concealing nothing. A quick fuck seemed like the *last* thing Marie
needed, and Logans personality and reputation didnt make him the best
candidate for a stable relationship, but the connection between them was
palpable, much like the one between Jean and Scott was.
<Of course,> Storm told herself. <He touched her and held on. Something
Scott has never done.>
No monsters? she asked wryly.
Rogue giggled again. Logan frightened them away. Hes much scarier than
any old lake monster. She touched his arm lightly and said, Im going
up to change, sugar. See you later. You, too, Ro.
Ororo noted the casual touch, something so lacking in Rogues life, and
felt her chest tighten. Rogue practically skipped up the stairs, and
Ororo turned her eyes back to Logan, who was watching her climb
intently. It was a look Ro knew well, having seen it on Franks face
many a time. She felt like an intruder, until he swung his gaze back to
Say whatever you want, Ro, but just spit it out, okay? I cant take
any double-talk right now, Logan said, his tone wary but determined.
"What are you doing?"
"At the moment? Dripping on Chuck's no doubt expensive carpet."
Storm made a sound that, had it come from anyone less regal, would have
been called a snort. "With Rogue."
"Went for a swim."
Her fists clenched and there was the sudden smell of ozone in the air.
"Metal is a fine conductor of electricity, is it not?" she asked
conversationally, and Logan gulped. "Shall we start again? What is going
on with you and Rogue?"
A shrug. "Don't know. Ask her. I'm just along for the ride."
"You're lying. I can see it in the way you look at her."
"She needs someone lookin' after her," he responded.
"Now who is indulging in double-talk, Logan?" He dropped his eyes and
she continued, "I just don't want to see her hurt. Or you, either.
Despite what Scott says, I like you, Logan. I think you're a good man.
And you made her laugh. Rogue hasn't laughed since Jean came."
"She does have a great laugh," he mused, as if Ororo weren't standing
"She loves Scott." Storm felt like a killjoy for pointing it out, but
he'd asked for straight talk.
"Yeah. But she can do better. She can have more, if she wants it. If
she's not scared to take that leap. And I don't think she is."
Ororo put a hand to her forehead. She was obviously missing an important
piece of this conversation; he was making her dizzy. Which was kind of
ironic, since he was not noted for being a conversationalist, let alone
someone who could twist you up with words.
"What makes you say that?" she asked finally, hoping for a clue.
He quirked a grin and she could see why the girls were swooning over
him. "We went for a swim."
And with that, he followed Rogue up the stairs, leaving Ororo staring
after him. She remembered Scott trying to cajole Marie into the lake,
every summer since she'd been in Westchester, with no success.
Perhaps Logan knew what he was doing after all.
"I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's
depressing." Tara, _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_
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