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FIC: Safety First (1/1, X2, Rogue/Logan)

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  • Jordanna Morgan
    Thank you to those who have sent me such kind feedback for Damascus Road . Now, a pause for something more cutesy. Title: Safety First Author: Jordanna Morgan
    Message 1 of 1 , May 31, 2003
      Thank you to those who have sent me such kind feedback for
      "Damascus Road". Now, a pause for something more cutesy.

      Title: Safety First
      Author: Jordanna Morgan
      Author's Email: librarie@...
      Archive Rights: Please request the author's consent.
      Rating/Warnings: G. Spoilers for a particular scene of X2.
      Characters: Rogue and Logan, others in the background.
      Setting: During X2, at the campsite following the jet incident.
      Summary: An old piece of advice comes back to haunt Rogue.
      Disclaimer: I don't own them. In fact, at this point, I'm starting to think
      they own me.
      Notes: If nothing else, this little snippet was an interesting exercise in
      writing a character I don't like. When the pivotal joke came to me, though,
      I just had to do something about it.

      Safety First

      The light of sunset felt good, its scarlet warmth filtering through the
      boughs of the massive trees that bordered the meadow. Sitting curled in a
      ball on the grass, Rogue tried to gather that warmth into herself, to let
      it work loose the knot of bad feelings in the pit of her stomach.

      She was positive she wouldn't sleep a moment that night, and possibly for
      days to come. The sensations of the day that crowded in when she closed her
      eyes were too much: the raging heat of fire, the breathtaking cold of
      plummeting through empty air. The terror and the anger. The first was hers;
      the second she had absorbed from John, in her singularly unpleasant effort
      to bring him under control at Bobby's house. She wasn't sure he had ever
      been her friend, but she was convinced now that she never wanted to be
      anywhere near him. There was something about him that took too much
      pleasure in anger.

      And things just kept getting more upsetting.

      Rogue's gaze narrowed as it slid toward Magneto. The tall, elegant man was
      standing at the foot of the jet's lowered ramp, talking to Logan and Jean
      and Ororo--and they were *listening*. A part of her wanted to run over to
      them, to pry them away and warn them. Erik Lehnsherr's only use for words
      was to craft lies. Didn't they understand that? Didn't they remember what
      he'd done?

      Logan remembered. His fists had remained clenched throughout the adults'
      conference, poised to brandish his claws in the blink of an eye. A part of
      Rogue wanted very badly to see him skewer Magneto with those claws, and she
      knew it was because of the residue of Logan's feelings that was still with
      her. What that part of her wanted him to do was exactly the thing *he* must
      have wanted to do, himself.

      But instead he was listening--and if *he* was willing to hear Magneto out,
      there had to be a reason. She had to trust Logan, because he had promised
      to take care of her, and she knew he would. No one else had ever been so
      sure of a promise, because she felt what it meant to him. What *she* meant
      to him.

      As she watched him, he broke off from the group of adults and began
      sauntering in her general direction. His face was grimly set, and Rogue
      felt a moment of genuine heartache for him. From her nasty little jaunt
      inside John's mind, she knew he blamed Logan for the trouble that seemed to
      keep following him back to the school--yet it must have seemed equally to
      Logan that his every contact with the X-Men plunged him into a nightmare
      roller-coaster of danger and disaster. He had never asked for any of this.

      It should have made Rogue wonder that he had come back, or that he stayed
      even now... but it didn't.

      Logan *was* coming toward her, and she felt suddenly nervous. She didn't
      need to touch him to sense the cloud of frustration and concern hanging
      over him--and judging by the look on his face, a good portion of those
      sentiments were directed at her.

      He stopped in front of her, head down like a wolf, brows lowered and lips
      tightened in a tense grimace. Planting his hands on his hips, he stared her
      directly in the eye. She swallowed hard and slowly clambered to her feet,
      nervously dusting off the seat of her jeans; his eyes remained fastened on
      hers, and she forgot to breathe.

      Just when she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, he
      pointed a stern finger at her, like a hunter sighting a startled deer along
      the barrel of his rifle.

      "You know... you should wear a seatbelt."

      And there was a gleam in his eye as he said it.

      The whipcord tension in Rogue suddenly snapped. She tittered, then she
      giggled, and finally the giggles gave way to whole-hearted, side-splitting,
      gasping-for-breath peals of laughter. She remembered the end of their first
      conversation, an instant before the auto crash that had sent both their
      worlds into a tailspin. At the time it had been no funnier than getting
      sucked out of a jet plane was. But in hindsight, after all the long brutal
      hours of danger and running and fighting they had just endured, it was

      Logan was smiling, just a little. It made Rogue want to throw her arms
      around his unbreakable ribs and hug him.

      He cared. He was relieved and anxious and wanted to know she was really
      alright, and this was the only way he knew how to say it. The intent was
      all there in his voice underneath the grim tease. If she could laugh at his
      joke, he could know she was okay.

      They were both okay, for now at least. Whatever lay ahead of them... Rogue
      glanced back toward Magneto once more, and discovered that she wasn't so
      afraid now. Logan was with her, and he kept his promises, even in the
      little ways that meant nothing more than just making her feel better.

      He took care of her, and he always would.

      (c) 2003 Jordanna Morgan
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