Mind Games [A Wolverine/X-Men Fan Fiction] #Wattys2014

Chapter Ten: Growing Closer

| Chapter Ten: Growing Closer |

 

Logan lifted his fist and knocked the door. “Go away,” her voice came in her accent. Logan smiled after hearing it for a while, but then cleared his throat to speak. “Rogue, it’s me,” there was silence on the other side. “Logan.” He finished. He could hear footsteps rushing towards the door and the door unlocking. A pair of arms were thrown around him as he felt Rogue’s weight against him in a tight hug. He hugged her back with a smile. “Logan, you woke up!” she said happily.

When she pulled away, the smile disappeared from Logan’s face as he saw he cut, slowly turning into a scar, on her right cheek. Rogue smiled wide before putting a hand to her cheek and drawing in a breath. “Oh,” she just said, not really about anything. “I need to talk to you Rogue. Is that okay with you?” Logan asked. She nodded and the two walked into her room which had stayed to look pretty much untouched and brand new. “Wow, you really know how to keep y a place,” Logan commented casually.

“I was bored just sittin’ in here so I decided to organize and clean everythin’ so… ta-da,” she said quite dully. Logan looked at her sadly and sat on her bed. He patted a space next to him for her to sit. As Logan looked into her eyes, he could see the sadness and pain, and a little happiness that he guessed was from seeing him, but the other emotions just made him feel terrible.

“I’m sorry, for what everyone says I did…” he began. Rogue looked shocked at him and he sighed. It was the first time she had ever heard him apologize and it being the first time being used towards her gave her a mixture of emotions that she both liked and disliked.

“It’s okay but… can you tell me what happened? All the other kids are callin’ you crazy because of it,”

“I was actually going to ask you to do the same for me. I don’t exactly remember any of it except for the tranq hitting me,” he replied. Rogue glanced at him and then to the floor. She felt she didn’t want to repeat what had happened. It would be like reliving the pain all over again to her.

“Please,” Logan said softly, putting his hand over Rogue’s. She looked him in the eye. “I need to know,” Rogue didn’t like this Logan very much. He sounded like he was begging and pleading and sensitive, and even though she wanted that sometimes, she didn’t like it now. It made her feel uncomfortable, so she sighed, agreeing to tell him the story.

“I was just going down to get somethin’ to eat ‘cause I missed lunch and I saw Scott, Hank, and you were in there. When I was going inside, you called me Leila for some reason… I told you I wasn’t and I went to get my snack and somethin’ to drink. I was about to go upstairs to my room, but you grabbed me and pushed me against the wall really hard…” she said. Rogue chocked and rubbed her neck and arm as if feeling his grip again. Logan stared at her, showing no emotion until she finished.

“You kept saying I wasn’t Leila. You kept saying that I was Mystique coming in disguised as Leila,” Rogue started to cry. She cleared her throat before she would completely break down and lose her voice to tell the story. “Hank and Scott kept yellin’ at you and I kept beggin’ you to stop and let me go and I wasn’t Mystique or Leila, but you didn’t listen to a word I said. You had your mind made up.

“Then you told Professor Hank that you was gonna hurt me real bad so that I’d turn back into my true form ‘cause you thought I was still Mystique. Your claws came out and scratched my cheek pretty deep,” Rogue ran her hand over the cuts on her cheek. “Before you could do anythin’ else, Scott came and tackled you to the ground and Hank pulled me back. Then you and him wrestled for a bit, you cut Scott, and while you was still tryin’ to hurt me, Jean came and shot you with the tranq and you’ve been out ever since.” She finished.