ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ has a (dangerous_touch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-18 09:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna marie (rogue), clarice ferguson (blink), logan howlett (wolverine), remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Rogue & Remy LeBeau (Cameo by Logan & Clarice)
When: September 16th, About 2am
Where: Newport Beach Hospital
What: Rogue and Remy fight a little, then Rogue wakes up from a dream-stabbing.
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for Language, Blood, etc
Status: Completed
Rogue had actually cooked a really nice dinner tonight. It lay spread on the table like a welcome home party. She’d gone to the housewarming, as was required, and slipped out once everyone had seen her. Parties weren’t her thing anymore. Too many people. Too much potential skin contact. She’d said hello and caught up with Astrid, made sure Lina had enough jello shots and gummy bears soaked in vodka for the night then bailed. And to work off the energy from dealing with people, she’d made dinner. A nice roast of beef, baked potatoes, delicious gravy and fresh bread. She’d really wanted to make a nice meal. It had been a crazy week - she was still in utter disbelief Remy’d buy her a cafe to work with. She just didn’t believe it, even though the planning of things was going on by her own hand. She already had decided she wanted as much local stuff as possible and fresh, fresh, fresh! Nothing frozen and there wouldn’t even be a microwave allowed. Not in her place, bub. She had a scotch ready for him and she was leaning in the balcony door, looking out when he’d get home. She was relaxed, happy, and overall things were good. *** Heating water by microwave was invaluable, Remy would point out. The girl was gonna need one! He used it to melt butter, to heat things enough that they would unstick from another, and he often reheated his coffee in one. That was all the action his microwave ever saw. “Hello.” He’d say as he scooped up his scotch and swirled it around in the glass, then took a long drink of it. He’d pour himself another and head out to the balcony with her, tugging a cigarette out as he moved. He’d have it between his lips before he even got outside, but he didn’t light it until he got to the railing. A long drag, a drink of Scotch, and he’d smile over at her. “D’Artagnan and Athos are going to move in for a little while, until they find their own place.” Surprise. *** Microwaves were lazy. Rogue watched him and sighed. Well, what a greeting that was. “Ah. Alright. Do you need me to go stay at home then?” she wasn’t sure how many people in his house he’d handle without panicking or being a freak of the week. She didn’t want to be the one to set him off. She’d spent so much time here lately it was hard to remember what half the stuff she’d left in her own room at home was. She didn’t see it unless she popped by and well that often meant she found something a week later she’d thought about looking for then disregarded because it wasn’t here. That also included her pile of plaids he wasn’t going to learn about anytime soon. *** He’d burn the pile if he ever found it. “No, but I am going to need you to move. They’re going to take that side of the penthouse.” His room was on the other side, the one she rarely went into. Hell, she even cooked in the ‘other’ kitchen. The kitchens were where the Penthouse attached to itself, there was a small half-wall there separating the two, but they were identical and could be used as one if required. He spent most of his time on ‘her’ side, too. Just so she wouldn’t wander over onto his. His office was there, his bedroom, the three paintings he’d brought over.. her side was sterile save the postcard she sent him. He kept that there so she could be reminded he wanted her around. “You can take the room next to me.” Well, it wasn’t directly next to him. Her new room, unfortunately, wouldn’t be the same master bedroom it had been. It wouldn’t be on a corner and have two huge balconies that made the room seem like it was outside when the doors were opened. She would have to settle for the smallest bedroom, which was still rather large, with a longer, stretching balcony instead of the deep one the master bedroom had. At least she’d still be able to see the ocean. *** "Oh well that's ok then." She'd only pout for a few minutes, she'd liked the way the balconies made it seem, but the smallest room was still bigger than any she'd had before. Rogue didn’t really mind, she was glad he didn’t want her to leave. It was nice knowing he liked her enough to keep her around. Although the post card being left in the open was a nice touch, it made her smile every time she saw it. She smiled faintly at him. "I don't have much to move so it's not THAT bad" she'd smile again. She hadn't been on his side at all. It would be weird at first. She wasn't sure how he was handling it, after all she knew He liked his privacy. “It’ll be nice having them here for a spell, interesting at the very least.” *** “I think interesting is the right word.’ He’d be glad for it, though. “I’ll help you move.” He took a long drag from his cigarette and would puff out the smoke in rings, then blow the rest out through his nose, hazel eyes dropping to the cigarette as he spoke. “We’ll get you settled in, we’ll move a few things around.” He’d bring the postcard onto his side of the Penthouse. “Are you going to be alright with sleeping on my side of the house?” It was a lot closer to him than normal-- they used to be almost three hundred feet away from one another at night, with each master bedroom on a corner-- the building, after all, wasn’t small. *** Rogue smiled at him. “You do enough, I can manage some clothes.” she laughed softly as she watched him. She gave him a look, patient and kind. “Are you going to be alright? I can handle just about anything you throw at me.” she didn’t see the closer distance as a problem, more of just a new thing. As long as he was going to handle it all fine, she’d be fine. Rogue was adaptable. Some things took longer than others, but she’d get there in the end. She cast a look out over the view and sighed softly. It was such a pretty view. She ran her hand through her hair and turned to give him a smile. *** “I’m not going to steal your clothes and wear them around the house, Anna.” Reminded with a smile, hazel eyes rolling up as he took another puff of his cigarette and let it dangle from his fingertips, looking her over as he did. “Well. Not while you’re here, anyway.” Playfully added on. “I can help.” He wasn’t so hurt he couldn’t move some clothes from one side of the house to the other. *** “I doubt you could get your ass into my jeans” she teased as she looked at him. “My shirts, maybe, some of them stretch, but my jeans? mmm although coming back to find you hopping around trying to squeeze into them would be a memorable welcome home.” She tilted her head back as she laughed, the mental image was too funny. “I won’t protest anymore.” she smiled at him and rolled her eyes “although please, do not try to squeeze into my jeans, ever, I like them.” she was grinning like an idiot at him. *** “Hey. I might like your jeans, too.” Teased back easily, but he was turning to peer down over the edge of the balcony, blowing the next set of smoke rings downwards, they’d be whisked away by the breeze. “Well, let’s get in there and get you moved.” He wanted her to have time to wander around his side of the Penthouse and stick her nose in places it didn’t belong before they got guests. *** Rogue wasn’t planning on sticking her nose in places it didn’t belong. She’d settle in her room and learn the movements between them before being content. She wasn’t one to pry into his things, it wasn’t her business. “You like peeling me out of my jeans.” she’d reply. “Sounds like a plan.” She’d push off the doorway and head back inside. She was trying to decipher his weird mood. It felt weird and she had no idea why. A dream., perhaps? she wasn’t sure. *** “I do.” He agreed with a little laugh, but would turn and head inside, waiting for her to come in before he shut the doors to the balcony. “Lead the way.” He gestured out with a hand, indicating she should go first. He would follow her over into the other half of the Penthouse, smiling as he did. Sure, maybe she picked up on his odd mood, but only because she knew him pretty well. He was so very good at covering it all up. *** Rogue was learning pretty quickly. And she wondered how she ever missed it before. She headed inside and back towards her room, she moved lightly on her feet, pensive and thoughtful looking as she moved into the room and began to take out her folded clothing. She’d brought a few things over. He’d added to it, of course, but it wasn’t much. She wasn’t sure about what she could bring over. She didn’t want to get too into his space and upset him. She stacked the items on the bed, before turning into the bathroom to grab her things from there. She paused to look in the mirror, wondering idly what he’d woken up knowing, before pushing off to bring the things into the room. *** “So what’s on your mind?” Asked only once she came out of that bathroom. Of course he could tell she was distracted by something. He was just as good at reading her as she was at reading him, though not for the same reasons. “Is this going?” He’d ask of the items, as he came slowly up to the bed and looked down in it. “You’ve got a lot of stuff here.” Observed as she continued to bring things out. He hadn’t realized how much she had. *** “You” she replied honestly before shrugging. “I do not have that much, goodness! Clothing, bathroom supplies. You’ve added some clothing to my couple jeans and I brought the skirt and stuff over the other night when I wore them.” she frowned a bit. “I can toss some stuff back at the house, if you want?” She looked up at him, brows furrowed slightly. “Sorry. i didn’t mean to collect so much stuff here.” she was hesitant, as if she was worried with his mood she was in the wrong. But she wasn’t really sorry. Not really at all. She liked her clothes and was careful to have enough for a week at least at a time. Plus the special things she’d brought over. *** He looked slightly startled when she told him that he was on her mind, then looked over at her. “What about me?” He honestly wasn’t sure he liked her thinking about him. He knew from her tone it wasn’t in the fun, romantic way. Though, when she apologized, he took a step back and turned so he could study her fully. “Who are you and where’s Anna?” *** “I’m trying to puzzle out your mood, Remy.” she’d say honestly and shrug again. “And I’m sure this whole thing is way out of your comfort zone, so I don’t want to make it worse by annoying you with too much stuff.” she sniffed at him, annoyed before she put her hands on her hips. “I don’t want to overstep anything, so there’s that.” she gave him a look then smiled faintly. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long night already. The house is going to be a wreck tomorrow. I’m afraid to go back to see it and if anyone broke my kitchen I’ll lose it.” she sighed and ran her nails through her hair. “So I let my worrying about your mood make my own mood sour.” she’d grin at him. “But yes all my clothes are moving. I’m not fond of letting people wear my clothing or poke around at it that aren’t you or me.” *** “When have you ever cared about my mood or comfort zone?” He had a point, didn’t he? A smirk followed, though, and he was shaking his head. “Did you enjoy the party, at least?” He had gone by, of course, to drop off Lina’s gift and make an appearance, but he didn’t stick around. Okay, he had a little fun before he left, but he hadn’t lingered. *** "I care. Most of the time I'm already doing something to make sure you're having a good end of day. Tonight just feels off." She gave him a look. "And I know when to push, and when not to about other things so shut up, I care" she stuck her tongue out at him. "Me and lots of drunk people don't really mix so.. I had more fun prepping for it." It was a giant frat party. She hated bumping into drunk people who were grope happy. She'd left after saying hello to everyone and making sure everything was full. And because she hated feeling stupid about worrying, she threw a pillow at him, trying to lighten it up. Not hard, just a light toss. ** He caught the pillow and turned it over in his hands, then tossed it to the nearest couch. “Did you come home after?” Even if she hadn’t, it had to be clear now that he definitely hadn’t. Because he had no clue if she was home or not. Don’t read into the fact he wouldn’t comment on her caring. *** “That would be why there’s a roast on the table for real food.” she’d commented at that and ignored the fact he didn’t comment on her caring. She only set her shoulders and grabbed an armload of stuff, aching to get past this and move on, or go home or whatever. Tension was not something Rogue was overly fond of. “This is everything” she’d say, though she was making sure her arms were full. She couldn’t quite figure him out yet, she was getting there, but she was tired and grumpy and now all she wanted to really do after getting past this was to put dinner away and eat it later when she got hungry. She hadn’t touched the food at the party, but she wasn’t hungry anymore either. *** “Oh.” She got everything herself. She hadn’t needed him. That was fine. He’d turn and lead the way out of the bedroom, then through the kitchen to the other side of the penthouse, to the room in front. Smallest, but still bigger than her livingroom and kitchen combined in Lina’s home. This place was very spacious. It could have fit ten bedrooms if they were smaller, but he’d rather have them twice the size. “That one’s yours.” He’d nod. His side of the penthouse had three paintings hanging up, all Cezanne, one Escher sketch. But it was still surprisingly sterile. His room was not. But she’d notice he had his door closed-- both to his office and his bedroom. *** She had told him she’d get it. She followed and carefully laid her things in the room. “Thank you” she’d say after a moment of getting orientated. She smiled faintly at him then quietly put things away so she’d know where they were and well, not on her bed. Rogue took in a deep breath then towards him. She had become so used to a more friendly greeting when he got home it’d thrown her off. So she stalked over to him. “I don’t know what’s bugging you and while I do care, it’s not my place to pry. But I didn’t get my hello kiss and that’s annoying.” she snarked at him and leaned up to steal one anyways. *** But he’d pull back as she leaned in for that kiss, a little smile coming to touch his lips. “I think I’m coming down with a cold. I don’t want to get you sick.” He didn’t want you lingering too long and getting his memories. Or thoughts. *** She looked at him, stepped back and then around him to get back out towards the dining room, moving to collect the dinner she’d cooked and put it away. She’d eat later when she wasn’t feeling like a dejected grump. She was stiff as she carefully packaged up food, she’d eat it at least. He could fend for himself tonight if he wanted food. She was in a mood now. “Well have a good night then. I think I’ll shower and go to bed, then.” she’d say after she was finished, her tone clipped. She hadn’t bought his excuse about being sick, sorry Remy. She’d edge past to get to the bathroom closest to her room to put away her bathroom things then shower. Ignoring whatever look he’d give her. He was being distant, she’d match him inch for inch until she was tired of it and just beat him over the head with a clue stick. *** Oh, her room had a private bath. Even his office did. Seven bathrooms, five bedrooms. Still, he’d turn to watch her go, there wasn’t any look to accompany it. There was no expression at all. He just stared. Good lord, she was just like she was in the memories he had. So easily swayed-- flighty. Moody. He was inclined to think that was all women, honestly. He hadn’t met one yet who wasn’t like that. Well, except for Sharon. The thought actually made him frown. *** Well then go to Sharon, Remy, because Rogue wasn’t all cupcakes and rainbows. She wanted this place, this time, to be different. He wasn’t helping. She’d had a long day and all she wanted was to relax. Not fight. So she’d cut it off before it started and just gone to shower and crash. She was trying very hard not to be moody, but she’d had an off night and she was. There was no need for her to make it worse than it was. She pondered going home but trying to sleep with a house full of drunkards wasn’t going to go well, no matter how annoyed she was. She’d turn in and just lay there staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep right away, she was too mad at herself to sleep. Way to ruin a good thing, Rogue, you had a temper, you should probably control it some days. ** He honestly didn’t know what he’d done. He had denied her a kiss-- that was really worth all this trouble? He’d let her cool off for almost two hours before he knocked on her door, then came inside slowly, peeking just his head in first, then coming in entirely. “You awake?” He knew she was. *** “Mm” she’d mutter, she was annoyed that her brain wouldn’t let her sleep. She sighed, gave up and sat up. If that wasn’t the clue she was awake, she wasn’t sure what was. “I give up on sleeping” she said lightly. *** He’d close the door behind him and come a few steps forward, then settle down on the couch not far from the door. The smallest room and it was still big enough for a queen bed, a couch, a chair, a desk, a dresser, and a large set of french doors leading out to the balcony. Oh, yeah, and the bathroom. And walk in closet. You’d really scored with this one, Rogue. “I’m sorry I upset you.” *** “Don’t be sorry for something you don’t even know the reason for, silly.” she smiled faintly. “I was wound up and took it out on you for something that I have no right to.” she waved a hand lightly. “Not that I believe you’re getting sick.” a light tease. Rogue didn’t care about the material things (barring her bike), but it was nice to have space. Scored or not, it’d be worthless if she drove him away. ** “I don’t want you getting any thoughts or memories you shouldn’t.” Fessed up with a smile, hands slipping into his pockets. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t make out with you tonight.” He was a private man and for some reason, he didn’t want to share his thoughts tonight. Could you blame him? *** “Then simply say so.” she said with a shrug. “I’ll understand.” and she probably knew things were of the more troublesome times. She didnt like those dreams either, actually. She canted her head at him and sighed a bit. “Im the one who’s sorry, not you.” she waved a hand again and settled against her pillow,. looking at him, brows furrowed a bit. ** “I’m not sure you will. I’m pretty sure you’ll still freak out all over me like a crazy person.” He was smiling, though. “So I’m not sorry?” The sad thing was, it wasn’t a tease. It was an honest question. Should he stop being sorry and let her be sorry? Okay, if she said so. *** “Whatever” she said lightly, not smiling as much as he was. “Just - don’t be sorry for something you didn’t do. If you did something, then be sorry.” she shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. “I freaked out on you, so this is something I’m sorry for.” she looked at him quietly. ** “How am I supposed to know when I did or didn’t do something? You react the same way if I did it and if I didn’t do it.” He didn’t understand women. No one did. All he could do was make them want more of him-- he couldn’t do this relationship stuff. ** “If you hit me with your car, then you can be sorry. If you dumped a glass of wine over my head because you felt like it, be sorry.” she sighed. “It’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong.” she slid out of bed and stretched. “Just.. it’s fine, you haven't done anything wrong.” she was screwing it up and she bit back the comment of I’ll just go, and sighed as she looked over at him. Fingers laced through her hair. Maybe it would be for the best. No one worried that she’d fuck up, but she was the one fucking up. “I’m mad at myself. Don’t worry none.” *** No one worried that she’d fuck up, they were all so sure he’d break her heart-- and that he’d likely do it on purpose. No one considered it’d be her. “Why are you mad at yourself?” Remy could honestly say he’d never been mad at himself. What a silly thing to be-- it was futile, it wasn’t like you could punish yourself. Not really. *** She was going to need to sleep so she didn't fuck it up. She didn't want to. She wanted things to work so bad. If she wasn't careful she'd break her own heart. "Because I'm an idiot. I'll figure it out by morning. I just had an off day, I'll be back to normal then, promise." She'd smile at him. Telling him she was scared of ruining this was just going to ruin it. She was normally not like this but one wrong step had her worried. Stupid parties and drunk people. She smiled at him. "Honestly it was all my fault. I'm overtired, I did too much in one day then the stress of what amounted to a frat party just set me on edge. A good night's sleep and I'll be fine." *** "Well I forgive you." And it really was just as easy as that. "For everything." Antarctica included. Not that she even knew about that. All the same, it was hard to hold grudges when you were incapable of feeling slighted. "And I take back my earlier statement about not wanting your kiss. I would like it now." His smile was easy and charming. "You're so beautiful when you're mad." He swayed a step closer to her. "I'm glad you're here, Anna." Tacked on a moment later. "Your brand of insanity is exactly what my life has been missing." *** She canted her head at him. “Everything? Goodness!” she’d smile though as she watched him. She didn’t know what she’d done all wrong, although she was sure it must be something dream related in there. It seemed that she had done a lot of wrong in them. Rogue tried to puzzle that all out before smiling and shaking her head. “I am, am I?” she laughed softly. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful when mad.” she brushed a strand of damp hair out of her eyes. She blushed at that. “Careful, you say that too many times and I’ll just stick around.” she teased as she stepped up, closer to him. “Although I’m glad you’re glad that I’m here.” a slow smile curled her lips upwards. It was hard to be mad at herself when she was sure things were going to work. *** "Of couse I'm glad you're here. You're great." He pushed back that strand of hair with a smile. "And I like you being around. Even when you're moody and grumpy and thinking about cutting off my face and wearing it like a mask for some sort of satanic ritual. I don't mind. As long as you eventually make it up to me." A light tease. Of course he meant sex. She knew it. "But this time I'll let you off with a kiss." *** She smacked him lightly. “I have never thought about cutting your face off and wearing it like a mask. Way to run amuck there.” she teased lightly before smiling at him as he tucked the hair back. “And good, I rather like being around.” “Oh I suppose I can handle making it up to you, eventually.” she knew it. She didn’t really mind it, either. She didn’t know what it was, exactly, about him, beyond the charming which she could sometimes ignore, that made her be so happy to be around him. Even when she was in a foul mood. “Probably a good plan.” she grinned a bit at him and smoothed her fingers lightly over his jaw before pressing her lips to his in a sweet kiss, tempting fate as long as she could before she’d feel the pull and back off. *** He’d follow her a few inches as she broke that kiss, but would smile all the same and nod, pushing a hand back through his hair. “Alright. Well, try and get some sleep.” He knew it was a new, strange room. He’d gotten used to sleeping in hotels and strange beds. But he wasn’t sure if she’d be okay with it or not. “Sleep.” Insisted again, before he’d turn and head for the door. He needed to get some sleep as well. He had a long day ahead tomorrow-- he was off to New York in the morning. *** She smiled at him as he followed her. She brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Good night" rogue could sleep in a box. New rooms didn't really bother her. Rogue tucked herself back in and rolled over to sleep. She’d get about four hours of sleep before the dream kicked in. She started to toss and turn as the dream tormented her mind. It started out a decent enough dream. Chasing Destiny’s Diares, looking for them, but in the middle of it, the Khan invaded on the island of Madripoor. She’d asked Sage to jump start her abilities and she dove into the fight as a one woman army, having access to everyone she’d ever touched at once. It was a thrilling dream, knowing at one point she had control over every power she’d ever touched. The thrill didn’t last long as she ran into Vargas - the man trying to stop her from killing him as the Diaries prophesied. She evaded him long enough to try to rescue Gambit, but she ended up speared by Vargas’ sword, watching it impale Gambit at the same time. She woke up screaming, in both pain [physical, and emotional] and anger, fingers flying up to the nice hole in her chest from front to back. Then the panic set in, she was bleeding, a lot. And there was the pain. She could feel the powers at the edge of her perception but she couldn’t manage to grab them to heal. She didn’t know if it was the fact she woke up in the middle of it, or what, but she couldn’t quite manage it. She’d try to get out of bed, falling to the floor in a tangle of blankets, grabbing a sheet to press to her chest, it turning red as she did so. This was not how she wanted her night to go. *** Her door would be flung open seconds later and Remy, dressed in nothing but silk pants, would come rushing into the bedroom. His eyes got huge as he saw her and he’d come forward in a rush. “Anna? Anna! Oh my God, what happened? Shit-- fuck.” He’d be dropping down to his knees and putting his hand to where he bleeding was coming from, but when he didn’t feel anything there, he’d be reaching out to grab for the phone on the dresser. He’d drop it as it slipped from bloody fingers, then he’d pick it up again and it’d charge almost instantly-- he’d toss it towards the balcony and it exploded seconds later. Fuck! He panted out a few breaths and tightened his jaw, then let out one long, slow breath. Turn it off, Remy. You’d been so long without emotion, you could do it. Just turn it off. There it was. He’d move to pick her up like a bride and carry her straight out of the room. Into the elevator. Down to his car-- his poor car-- and they’d be at the hospital in no time, Remy shouting for someone to come help as he parked where the ambulances came through. Rogue would be on a gurney and being pushed into the hospital seconds later. The Cajun would snag his cell phone from his car in a bloody hand and follow. ** Rogue was panicking. She'd managed to get a Few words out. "Stupid Fucking dreams" between deep breaths, that were ragged with pain.She'd stopped screaming at least, fingers clutching for him even as she pressed the sheet tighter. It was as if she was reassuring herself he was there, alive, well. She laid her head on him as he picked her up, hands pressing against the wound, desperately trying to pull her powers. Nothing was listening. Nothing heeded her call. That alone had her upset. She'd stopped making noises, beyond quiet whimpers when he took a turn too hard. A few murmured apologies about bleeding on his car again. Then they were in the er and she was rushed out of his sight. She reached for him, eyes wide. She didn't want to lose him. *** She would have to watch as they held him back and she was wheeled down a hall. He’d be contained by a few security guards in the main ER while they took her back to the operating room. He’d pace for a bit, then end up standing at the window and staring through -- a security guard waited at the doors leading into the ICU to keep him out. It was enough to deter the Cajun, who just watched through the window as the doctors did their best to contain the bleeding, but nothing was helping. He’d be on his cell phone within seconds, bloody fingers smearing out a message to Logan. And the blood-covered Cajun, in nothing but those black silk sleeping pants, would stand there in the ER and just stare in the window. He hoped Logan was nearby. ** * Logan didn't need to ask what was up. A friend was hurt and he was needed. Rogue's powers would let her borrow his own, and that could (and has in the past) saved her. He arrived at the hospital as soon as humanly possible, in a flash of pink light with a very pink teleporting woman. The smell of blood was immediate. "What happened?" *** Remy seemed a little startled by the sudden pink light and appearance of the -- oh. He seemed taller than he did in his memories. Really, Remy was a bit shorter. But don’t tell him that. Logan was still a welcome presence. He knew what the short, hairy man could do for Rogue. “I don’t know. We were sleeping. She woke up screaming. When I got into her room,” aah, separate rooms, “She was bleeding everywhere. It looks like she was.. stabbed in the chest. Like it went all the way through.” He looked over at Logan again. “You’ve got to help her.” Excuse his state of undress, it was the middle of the night, after all. “If I can get you a way into that room, can you help her?” The security guard was there to keep Remy out, after all. He was pretty sure if he made a scene he could draw the man away. ** Rogue was giving the doctor’s as much of a fit as she could, they were patching her up as best as possible, but they couldn’t actually fix anything until they got her calmed down. And after that dream, she was anything but calm. She wanted to see Remy, right. Now. not later. Now. She needed to know he was alive. Know that things were okay. It was a good thing she couldn’t hear or smell Logan, she’d have really fought everyone. Rogue was not a good patient, not with her powers being wonky. For one minute, they worked, the next they flaked out. She’d almost knocked out a nurse flailing. Figure it out boys or she was gonna do it for you. Uh, painfully and bloodily. *** Logan was also a couple inches taller than his dream self. Not as gigantic as he was in those one set of dreams. 5"5'ish give or take an inch. Clarice had several more inches on him. She glanced at Logan, then at Remy. "What do we need to do?" "Wouldn't be the first time someone woke up half dead, lets go." ** Remy took another glance at Logan as he spoke, then at the woman. His eyes would then stray to the security man waiting there, now watching the three of them. His first instinct was to go try to ask nicely for the man to let these two in there-- even after he’d been told no a dozen times. They weren’t letting Remy in there. He knew he’d have to do something to draw that man away, but.. well, asking one more time couldn’t hurt, right? With a fluid movement, the blood-covered Cajun would pass behind the man and woman, he’d come to stand in front of the guard, who tensed up at his presence. Clearly, Remy had been a bit of an issue when they’d first arrived. “S'il vous plaît, monsieur.” Completely rational. “Move aside and let them in. They can help her.” “No. It’s restricted. I’m sorry, sir, you have to let the doctors do their job.” The security man was uncrossing his arms. Ready for a conflict. He'd glance back, though, hearing the girl's shouts, and the doctors starting to get more worked up. Clearly they were running out of options to stop the bleeding. He looked slightly torn. “Non.” The Cajun's voice was still soothing, though a little firmer this time. "She's going to die in there. Let them in. Please." There was a moment of hesitation.. then the Security guard, surprisingly, would nod a little and step to the left, opening the door for them. The movement clearly startled the red-head, who hadn’t expected such cooperation. But he looked back at Logan. Well? He himself wouldn’t be going in-- he’d stay on this side of the glass and watch. Sure, he remembered things like this happening but it was a whole ‘nother ball of wax when it actually happened in front of your eyes. ** Logan relaxed his fists. It might not have come to violence, but it might have anyway. He ran into the room, grimacing when he saw Rogue’s state. “Shit, darlin’, what did you dream about this time?” He pinned her down with one hand on her shoulder, then pressed his palm to her cheek. He murmured under his breath. “Come on, work while I still got the juice left…” Clarice stepped next to Remy, giving him a once over with glowing green eyes, before she folded her arms to watch the scene. *** The moment she saw Logan she stilled and didn’t fight anyone. A familiar presence. One she was happy to see, even as the panic was fluttering in her chest. She took a deep breath, winced again, then turned her head into his hand. It took a minute. She was having issues. He was having issues. Way to be full of problems, guys. Then there was the familiar pull as her power kicked back in and took from him. Fingers moving to find his arm, blood slicked hands holding something familiar. As she calmed down, she tried to answer his question. And with a little coughing snicker. “Vargas. Way to wake up in the middle of it and end up looking like this.” her voice was strained but she shoved his hand away when she’d gotten it, but didn’t let go of his arm. “Worst. Dream. Yet.” she laid her head back down, even as she healed she groaned. Everything ached. “I hate this.” she said to him, turning her head enough to look at Logan, brows furrowed, lips pursed into a deep frown. “Long time no see, bub.” she teased before flopping back again. “Ow.” then she pulled her head up to look out the door and offer up a weak wave to Clarice, a little gesture of thanks for bringing Logan was offered up. She’d have to send her goodies for this. **** “That coulda gone worse…” Logan looked a little winded, but he gave her a smile. He’d kept his thoughts so clamped down that it would take some digging on Rogue’s part to really find out what had been bothering him lately. “How you feelin’? You look like you just came through a warzone.” *** She rubbed her head a bit and heaved a sigh. "A year long nap would be nice." Oh she'd dig, don't worry Logan, she'd noticed something was off. "Well I did come from a war on my dreams, does that count?" Rogue sighed again, looking over his shoulder to the door. Remy was there and alive. It was comforting. "I need a shower too, I'm covered in blood. So what's eating you?" She'd look out at Remy again, waving for him to come on in. *** Remy looked aside at the strange woman and would lift his eyebrows just a bit as she looked him over-- he had blood all over his arms and bare chest. It was rather a nice chest, too. Nice arms. Nice.. well.. everything. The Cajun had no shame because he had nothing to be ashamed of. But while in nothing but a pair of dark sleeping pants, he felt a little under dressed for the ER. “Hi.” He’d say with a little smirk as she looked him over, but then his eyes went right back to the room. He’d keep his attention rapt as Logan touched her and followed the motions of the doctor and nursed in the room.. they were backing off and muttering to one another, but they wouldn’t try to stop it. Even once she was healed, they lingered in the room and stared. It was time to leave, you two. Before someone tried to capture the short, hairy man, thinking he was the one who’d healed her. Remy, outside that window, would shake his head. He wasn’t coming in there, Anna, you had to come out here. It was time to go. One of the doctors was hitting a panel on the wall and calling for security to come. He looked relieved though only slightly. He had a pretty good lock down on anything he may or may not have been feeling at the moment. His heartbeat was calm and steady, like none of this had him worked up at all. Strange man. “Thanks.” He’d finally say to the woman beside him. “For bringing him.” He was sure she’d have died otherwise. ** “That’s me, the ambulance,” Clarice quipped. Logan picked Rogue up over his shoulder. “Nothin’ wrong but the usual. Still missin’ Vel an’ the kid.” He patted her rear as he jogged past the shocked looking doctor. “Blink, get us out of here before they start askin’ more questions.” “Where to?” She looked at Remy. *** Rogue almost protested being picked up like that but merely laughed at him. “Of course.” she didn’t believe it for a single second. There was more to it, then a light snicker as he patted her rear, what a pain in the ass he was. She’d let Logan carry her like a sack of potatoes, fingers dangling down to poke him in the ribs after that little pat, oh she’d get him back for it. "First time I get to say you're covered in my blood now. I'm just bleeding on everyone tonight yeesh" **** Remy would look over at Clarice again, then at Logan and Anna as they came out. For the first time, he looked just a little uncomfortable. “You can take her to my penthouse.. 601 Lido Park Drive.” He, however, was taking a barefooted step back. “I drove.” She wasn’t poofing him anywhere, thanks. Besides, he had to go have a nervous breakdown now, away from prying eyes. No, he wasn’t concerned about Rogue, he knew she’d be fine. Yep. All was normal here. Business as usual. Stop looking at him. Sure, he was covered in her blood, but he was fine. “Thanks again. I’m glad you’re okay, Anna.” Try not to look like it mattered too much, Thief. ** She'd give him a lopsided smile. "Me too, me too. I'm.." she shook her head. She'd tell him how she felt later. Rogue flopped her head back down. She was in no way fine. Not dying, he's, fine no. That dream gave her the ookies, she'd be having nightmares about it, she just knew it. She'd watch Remy before leaning her head against Logan's back, eyes closed. She felt like she'd been put through the wringer and kicked back out in front of a truck. She just had to remind herself he was ok. Alive. Not stabbed. And Logan gave her something else to worry about instead of focusing on that dream. For now. *** Might be more to it, but Logan didn't want to talk about it and he didn't want other people talking about it. "See you there then, cajun." Pink light appeared behind Clarice, before she guided Logan and Rogue through the portal. It closed up behind them, like a flash. ** The place was massive but rogue let out a quiet little sigh when they got there. She'd look at Clarice from Logan's shoulder, "thank you, so much" tired true gratitude was in her voice. She did her best to hug the man carrying her from her angle. "You too, I had no idea he called you." Rogue had been happy to miss the dreams that left you in the hospital, And was now hoping never do that again. "You're the best friend a girl could have." Between him and Lina she was taken care of. **** “Sure I am.” Logan set her down on the couch while Clarice disappeared into the bed room to find Rogue a fresh shirt. “Anythin’ else you need?” He was planning on staying until Remy came back, at least. Just to make sure she was okay. *** She watched him for a moment. "That's Why you get the good jerky. " a laugh that hurt to give him. She sighed. No, I'll be ok in a while." she was noticing things weren't going well but she wasn't going to say anything. "Just need a good night's rest, really." She'd lean up to kiss his cheek. "If you need me, let me know, yes?" A look came with it. Lips pursed as she gave it to him. She was saying, without saying, he better come talk to her sometime soon. She took the shirt from Blink. "Thanks hun." *** It’d be almost an hour later that Remy would turn up-- and if Logan and Clarice had stayed that long, one of them would surely hear the private elevator ding open, but the Cajun didn’t come through the oak double-doors leading in from the foyer. No, he’d linger in that foyer area and bide his time. He didn’t know if they were still in there, but he wasn’t very keen on seeing Logan at the moment. Fucking memories. Fucking Antarctica. *** Logan sniffed, then glanced at Blink. He figured Remy was hovering back for a reason, and he didn't want to overstay his welcome. "Take me home, Blink. An' you." He pointed at Rogue just before they flashed away. "Rest." *** She'd give him a smile. "Yessir" before they left, grateful to him. When Remy didn't immediately come back she'd pad to her room carefully to start clean up. |