Logan was searching all over New York for Rogue without much luck, deciding to go back to where he first met her. He walked into the bar, not expecting to find her there. But there she was, sitting at the bar nursing a glass of whiskey.
Logan stormed over and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her around to face him.
A look of surprise crossed her face before she broke out into a huge smile. “Hey sugah, join meh for a drink?” she greeted running her eyes over him.
Sniffing. Logan let out a growl and pushed her back while growling, “Mystique.”
Mystique laughed and walked further into the bar. She slid into a booth in a darkened corner where she changed into a stunning blonde woman.
Gritting his teeth Logan followed. He slid into the seat opposite her and stared.
Mystique smiled. “By your reaction I see you’ve met my daughter then.”
“What do you want Mystique?” Logan growled.
“What makes you think I want anything Wolverine?”
“You were sitting in the bar I met Rogue, dressed as her. You want something.”
“Looking like Rogue makes me feel close to her. I am her mother after all,” Mystique replied sweetly.
“She hates you,” Logan said simply. “Both your kids do.”
“Both,” Mystique said, her head snapping up.
“Yeah, Rogue and Kurt.”
“Kurt?” Mystique choked, “You know about Kurt?”
“Yeah, Rogue let it slip,” Logan told her, adding, “on purpose.”
“He wasn’t supposed to know yet,” Mystique muttered. “That interfering little bitch has ruined everything.”
Logan listened to Mystique mutter and realised that Rogue was right; Mystique had planned to use the information for her own benefit.
Interrupting her muttering he asked, “You gonna tell me what you’re doing here now?”
Mystique snapped her head up and glared at Logan. “That little bitch has ruin years of work,” she spat.
Logan chuckled. “Am I supposed to care?”
Mystique’s eyes flashed yellow. “If you want to find Rogue I’d look for The Silver Dragon,” She told him rising from the booth. “I hope you kill each other,” she added before walking out the bar.
Logan snorted in disgust. “Bitch,” he growled before rising to go and find The Silver Dragon.
*~*~*
Rogue had raced back to Jessie and Chris’s place where she had quickly packed up all her belongings. Throwing the last of her clothes into her bag, she picked up the phone and booked herself on the first flight out of the country.
Grabbing her bag, Rogue walked out the door. Leaving Jessie’s bike she climbed into her rental car and drove to the Silver Dragon. Parking the car, she climbed out and walked into the bar. Spotting a familiar face at the back of the place, she walked over.
“Hey Shocks,” she greeted. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey girl. Jessie and Chris left me in charge of the place,” he explained. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you were leaving?”
“Ah am. Ah’ve booked mahself on the next flight out of the country. Ah’m on mah way ta the airport. Just dropped in ta leave the keys ta Chris and Jessie’s place.”
“Oh right. Ya got time for a drink before ya leave?” he asked.
Looking at her watch, Rogue smiled. “A quick one.”
Ordering a couple of glasses of whiskey, Rogue and Shockwave toasted to the past and knocked their drinks back.
Hugging the big man before her, Rogue bid him farewell before leaving the bar.
*~*~*
Rogue entered the underground car park where she had parked her car. Walking up to her car, she unlocked the door and opened it. Before she had a chance to climb in the car, the car door was slammed shut. Spinning around Rogue came face to face with The Wolverine.
“Hello darlin’” Logan greeted, running his eyes up and down her body.
Rogue stared at Logan. Trapped between the car and his hard body she was unable to move.
“Hey sugah,” she replied in a seductive whisper wiggling to try and get away from him.
Logan brought his hands up to her shoulders and pushed her harder into the car door.
Rogue let out a little whimper at the move and took a deep breath. “Have ya come ta kill meh Logan?” she whispered.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t?” Logan replied.
“Cos’ murder is wrong,” Rogue said mockingly.
Logan dropped his hands to Rogue’s upper arms and pulled her forward. Bringing them face to face he asked, “What about Kurt? Is he not a good enough reason?” before pushing her backs into the car door and letting her go.
Rogue hit the car door with a thud, lifting her hand she rubbed the back of her head, muttering, “Bastard that hurt.” Looking up at Logan she added, “Leave Kurt out of this, he has nothing to do with it.”
“Ya know, he begged me not to hurt you,” Logan told her pacing like a caged animal.
“Kurt’s better off without meh. Ah don’t know what fairytale he’s dreamed up but it ain’t gonna happen.”
“So you do care about him?” Logan asked.
“Don’t matter if ah do, or if ah don’t,” Rogue replied honestly. “Ah no good for him. Besides give it a week and Xavier will make sure he’ll forget all about meh.”
“So ya just planned to run off and never see him again?”
“Yep, still do.” Rogue replied with a smile.
“Ya think I’m just gonna let you go?” Logan asked raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t see why not. Ah leave the country, you go back to Xavier’s, and everything works out for the best.”
“Ya think?”
“Yeah, ah leave, you live. The only people who probably won’t like it is the guys who hired meh, but they were a couple of assholes, so who cares?” Rogue told him simply.
“That’s not gonna happen,” Logan told her.
Rogue let out a sigh of frustration. “Damn Logan, why have ya got ta be so stubborn? You really want ta die?” she said, “Cos ah promise ya, one way or the other ah’m leaving.”
Logan never said anything, just stared at her flexing his hands.
“Fine,” Rogue said. “Have it your way.”
Rogue moved forward slowly, never taking her eyes off Logan, clenching her fists.
Circling each other Rogue and Logan sized each other up, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Quick as a cat Rogue lunged forward. Capturing Logan off balance, she struck with a series of precision placed blows, ducking as Logan swung at her.
Rogue stomped on Logan right knee, causing it to buckle, dropping him to his knees before connecting with a roundhouse kick to his face, knocking him completely to the floor. Waiting as she came closer, Logan kicked out, knocking Rogue’s legs out from under her, landing hard on the concrete floor. Rogue twisted to her side facing Logan and kicked Logan in the face before flipping up.
Rolling with the kick, Logan sprang to his feet, in time for Rogue next assault, blocking the right hand she threw at him; he twisted her around so her back was to his front, wrapping his hand around her throat in a rear chokehold. Rogue clawed at his hand, before elbowing him in the stomach causing him to loosen the hold slightly.
Logan attempted to tighten the chokehold, but Rogue lunged forward. Refusing to release her, he followed, pushing her toward a car. Reaching the car Rogue used her speed, balance, and Logan’s hold on her to her advantage. Using the car, she leapt up using it like a springboard, flipping over Logan and landing behind him. Using the surprise, she grabbed Logan the back of the neck and threw him forward.
Logan head went crashing through the car window, shattering it on impact. Blood poured from his head as his healing factor went to work healing the cuts on his face. Moving in, Rogue aimed a series of blows to his kidneys. Logan dropped to his knees in front of the car. Rearing back, Rogue unleashed a kick aimed straight to his head.
Logan lifted his arm and caught Rogue’s foot before it could connect with his head. Using his full strength, he spun her around by her leg and threw her hard against the car. Rogue’s head bounced of the door with a sick thud. She tried to stagger to her feet, her eyesight blurred; she fell to her knees as Logan stood up in front off her. Rogue clawed at Logan’s legs, trying to pick herself up.
Looking down at Rogue, Logan unsheathed his claws.
SNIKT.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks to CaffineYankee for the beta.
Chapter End Notes:
Please don't kill me for ending it like that.