Bobby did as he was asked, more because he felt the sudden need to be sick than he did the need to be polite.
He wasn’t yet sure of what the Professor knew but whatever it was couldn't have been good.
“Please don’t tell me that she’s dead.”
There had been no mission and really no cause for that sort of alarm other than Rogue’s disappearance, but to Bobby, there would be no other reason for the Professor’s silence.
Intense blue eyes came to meet Bobby’s cool ones.
“No. But she is not well.”
Before he had even realized it, Bobby had leaped up from the chair and raced across the room with full intentions on the medlab.
But when he reached the door it was locked.
The Professor’s calm and calculating voice made it’s way to deaf ears; confusion making all sound distorted.
“She’s not there Robert.”
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Logan watched Rogue’s, once again, sleeping from his vantage point above her.
He released the claws.
Within an instant, Rogue’s eyes flew open.
There was a slight glint in them and she suddenly smiled something unnatural.
“No.” she said almost comically.
Logan didn’t have time to register any of the former before he was thrown, by invisible hands, into the motel room wall.
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