Rogue 6 Touch

Rogue was staring down at John and trying to forget what he was saying and how it made her feel. She was so confused. Why did John always make her feel confused about how she felt. Being around him now just made her wonder if she was right about the world. She was searching for an answer when she heard the door to the sick bay open up.

Rogue turned to see Logan coming through the door. He didn't have his cigar anymore. Pyro would have been able to get a flame from it. Rogue shivered again unable to stop being so cold. Her hair must still be wet because she felt a bead of moisture roll down her temple. "Hey Logan." She nodded at him.

Logan was about to say something when his brow furrowed and he sniffed the air. "Wow. You've really got a bad case of infection there bub." he told Pyro.

John just sneered at him weakly as he lay back and said, "Good to see ya again Wolverine. How's Popsicle boy doing?"

Logan smiled wickedly down over at him and said, "Oh he's itchin to see you again Pyro. Said he's got a present for ya."

Pyro sneered again and lifted himself up a little and said, "Yeah I bet it's really got his icicles all a trembling that his girlfriend is down here with the traitor. Huh?"

Rogue felt her face heat up as she blushed from embarrassment. Logan's odd look went to Rogue. It looked like he didn't want to say anything to hurt her feelings. Rogue shook her head as she looked away and said in a failed attempt at nonchalance. "He isn't my boyfriend anymore."

Pyro's eyes flashed over to her and his sneer disappeared. "What? But I thought-" he stopped talking and fell back on the table. A small smile spread on his lips and he chuckled a bit. Rogue's eyes flashed over at him and she felt anger flare inside her. He then said, "I knew it."

Rogue suddenly felt tears spring into her eyes and she spun and ran for the door. She heard Pyro's voice call to her. "No Rogue I didn't mean it like that-" But then Logan's harsh voice cut him off. "You are lucky you are already beaten half to death or I'd tear you apart you little-"

His voice was cut off by the door closing as she ran towards the elevator but then she realized that she didn't want to face the students in the mansion. So she turned into the Danger room. She ran into the middle of the room and nearly fell to her knees. She felt light headed and shaky and still cold. 'Of course he knew that it would never last with her and Bobby. Who would want to stay with someone that you couldn't even hold their hand or kiss without them nearly killing you.' she thought to herself. She took off Logan's jacket and felt herself shiver harder. 'No one will love me. Not when I can kill them with just a touch.' she thought to herself. She felt so alone. So cold. So hopeless. Rogue looked down at her gloves and she felt all that hate fall into despair.

Suddenly she heard the door open and looked over her shoulder to see Logan walk into the room looking pissed and worried all at the same time. "Rogue? You okay?"

Rogue looked away from him as she wiped at the few tears that leaked down her cheeks. Her voice betrayed her as she said, "Ah'm fine Logan." She was holding herself around the middle and shivering.

"You don't look fine kid." Logan said as he picked up his jacket and was about to give it back to her but she spun around looking pissed.

"Damnit Logan! I'm not a kid anymore! I'm 19 years old! Stop calling me that!" She yelled at him with a few traitor tears leaking past her lashes. She was shivering more.

Logan looked at her first with surprise and then with his brows furrowing in worry. He then sniffed the air. "Rogue. Are you feeling okay? You're sweating. And your flushed. Do you have a fever?" he reached out to feel her forehead but Rogue jerked back a step.

"Stop! Don't touch me! Please Ah don't want to hurt you." she said letting another tear fall.

But Logan looked down at her and frowned and stepped towards her again and reached out and took her shoulders in his hands. "Listen Rogue. Look at me." She looked up into his eyes. Those intense eyes that bore down into hers. "I'm not afraid of your powers. I've lived through them before. It will be okay. I promise. I just need to see if you have a fever okay?"

Rogue shook her head in denial. It wasn't the only reason she didn't want him to touch her. Because when he touched her she always wanted more. She had loved him for so long. Pined after him for years. Year after year he had called her kid and treated her as such. Until last year when he had told her he wasn't her father. That one sentence had given her hope before she came back to see him devastated by the loss of Professor Gray. So no she didn't want him to touch her and want more than he would ever give her. It was a torment bitter sweet. So she went to take a step back but he held her still. "No Logan. Please don't."

Logan frowned then and said, "Damnit Rogue I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about." His hold on her tightened.

Rogue shook her head and reached out and put her gloved hands on his chest wishing she could do more. Wishing he thought of her like that. He was pushing her when she was already trying to hang onto her fraying edges. "Ah don't want you to touch me..." she told him looking down to her hands on his chest meekly pushing him away with no avail.

Logan almost looked hurt. "Why? Why don't you want me to touch you for even a second to find out if you have a damned fever? Your powers probably wont even have enough time to activate."

Rogue couldn't look at him as she found herself putting herself out of her misery. Maybe if she confessed he would leave again and she wouldn't have to hang onto that last hope somewhere deep inside of her. So she finally said it, "Ah don't want you to touch me because-because-" she let one last tear fall as she looked up into his eyes with a defeated look in her green eyes. "-because Ah want you to touch me."