Once Again the Untouchable
It was a typical Friday evening at the Xavier Institute. Student who hadn't left campus were hanging around, and the avid students were doing homework. Marie, formerly Rogue, was in the bedroom of her boyfriend, Bobby 'Iceman'. They were fulling around, joking together.
"No ya ain't." Marie replied with a smile. She adjusted the strap of her tank top.
"Oh really, and how would you know?" Bobby replied.
"Cuz Ah now the basics of boys." was the response.
They both laughed again and looked at each other. As an unspoken message passed between them, Marie leaned over and kissed him. They had been in a physical relationship for a while now, ever since Marie came back after taking the cure. They stayed lip-locked for a while, getting a little more intense every minute. So caught up in the moment, Marie didn't notice when Bobby began to go slack. She didn't notice it until it was too late.
When she saw the familiar veins on Bobby's face, she panicked. When she heard his voice in the back of her mind, very softly, Marie...Marie, she screamed.
Many student heard her screams as she ran through the hallway. As soon as she reached the end, she pulled up just in time to avoid a collision with Kitty and Piotr.
"Marie, like, what's wrong?" Kitty asked. She reached to put her hand on her shoulder, but Mare jerked back.
"Don't!" she screamed. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Bob-Bo-Bobby." she stuttered.
"Whats up with Bobby?" Kitty asked. but Marie, being terrified, couldn't speak anymore. But instead she turned and ran all the way back to her room.
When Kitty and Piotr found Bobby in his unconscious state, they called for Headmistress Storm. Bobby, reported to be in a coma, was moved to the Med Lab. When that was through Storm went to Marie's room.
"Stay away!" came the scream from inside.
"Marie, please, let me in." Storm said again. She tried the door but it was locked tight. She could probably knock it down, but she didn't want to frighten Marie anymore.
Storm spent a while longer trying to calm Marie down from outside the door, but eventually Marie just tuned her out. From the hallway you could hear her frantic, uncomprehending muttering, though words like cure, mind, and gloves came up often.
Word got around the school quickly. Many a student came and saw Storm, trying to get the girl to calm down. A look always sent them away, until Beast came down the hall with a phone in his hand.
"It's Logan." he said, handing it over.
"Logan?" storm said, pressing the phone to her ear.
"Ororo, where's the kid?" Logan said, right to the point.
"In her room. I'm trying to talk to her, but, her powers are back." Ororo explained softly, so Marie couldn't hear.
Logan swore on the other end of the line. "Keep trying. I'm about fifteen minutes away from Westchester County."
"Your coming back?" Ororo asked surprised.
"I was on my way when Beast called about her." Logan paused a minute. "Is she okay?"
"Physically, I think she's fine. But... She's hysterical Logan. She won't calm down. And I think she can't find her gloves, which is freaking her out more."
Logan paused a minute. "I have an idea. I'll be there soon."
Logan hung up the phone. Storm sighed. Knowing Logan was probable breaking the speed limit right now, she just hoped he got here soon.
25 minutes later, Logan pulled up the driveway of the institute. Storm met him at the doors.
"How is she?" he asked, not stopping on his way to Marie's room.
"She's calmed down a bit, but won't come out of her room." Storm said, walking beside him. She stopped a little away from the door, waiting as he went to knock.
"Marie?" he said, knocking on the door.
"Go away Logan." came the response.
Marie was lying on her side on the bed, staring at nothing. The lights were off and the curtains drawn. The scene was plainly depressing. The psychs in her head were quiet now, but she knew that wouldn't last long. Only one thought was going through her head. The Cure. The cure hadn't worked. That, and that there was no way she was leaving this room until she found her gloves.
"Marie, open the door." Logan called again.
"Go away." she said again. She heard the familiar swish of the Wolverine's claws emerging, and groaned internally as she heard what could only be Logan breaking her lock.
He walked into her room and found her on the bed.
"Hey." he said gently.
"Logan, please, leave meh alone."
"Can't do that kid. You see, I made the mistake of not helping you once. And that is what led to this problem, so I'm not taking any chances." he sat on the edge of her bed. She rolled over and he took in her puffy eyes and tear stained face.
"The cure didn't work."
"Ah hurt Bobby."
'Good, never liked the ice cube.' he thought. But to her he said. "Its not your fault kid. You didn't know the cure didn't work."
"You told meh the cure was crap."
Logan chose his next words carefully.
"Marie, I know this is tough. But things happen for a reason. This is a part of life. So we gotta move on and through it."
Marie sat up and looked at him weirdly for his uncharacteristic wisdom.
"Here." he said, and handed her something from his pocket. It was a pair of black, elbow length gloves with netting on the arm part. She smiled weakly as she pulled them on.
"Alright. Are you ready to get out of this room?"
Fear returned to her eyes. "Ah can't. Ah can't face them."
"No one blames you."
"And if Bobby is in a coma for three weeks, like David. Cause the folks at home sure blame me."
Logan sighed. Instinctly, he pulled Marie in for a hug. She was originally stiff, but when she realized she wouldn't hurt him, she hugged back. The action was foreign to the lone Wolverine, but he held the daughter-like girl gently. After thinking a minute, he pulled away.
"Pack your bags." he said.
"What?!" she exclaimed.
"Don;t worry kid, I'm not expelling ya. Pack enough for about two weeks. And be ready in fifteen minutes. I'm gonna go talk to Storm."
Although Marie was confused, she did what he said. On her way out the door, Kitty came running up. Even though she was wearing gloves and a jacket, with jeans, she instinctively moved back.
"OMG, Marie, are you OK?"
"Ah'm fine Kitty." she replied.
"Ok, where are you going Marie?"
"Rogue." she said.
"Mah name. Rogue is mah name."
"Um, okay, but..."
"Ah gotta go." Rogue said. Logan was waiting for her by the truck he left at the school. "Where are we goin'?" she asked. But he didn't reply.
A few hours later, Rogue was sitting on a plane in the section that allowed smoking. Logan was next to her smoking his cigar and reading the news paper.
"Logan, where are we going?" she asked again.
"I already said I'm not telling." Logan said, turning back to his paper. The headlines were all about the failed cure. Marie sighed and leaned back in her seat. When she asked the stewardess Logan had given the poor girl a look, and he made her wait while he bought the tickets for whatever flight they were on. She sighed and breathes in the smoke- scented air.
A little bit later, a voice over the intercom announced, "Attention all passengers, please straighten your seat and return your trays to their upright positions. We will be landing in New Orleans in approximately eight minutes." as he went on with his announcement, Rogue turned to Logan
"We're going to New Orleans?" she asked excitedly.
"I figured you'd like a trip back home. Closest I could do."
"But, how'd you mange to arrange this?"
"Can't say I did. I was heading down their anyway. I have an old acquaintance I need to settle some business with."
"Logan, thank you." Rogue said, unable to come up with anything else to say.
"You welcome." Logan said, and smiles gently at her. Rogue was beaming as the plane begun it's descent.