Author: DisneyRBD PM
Instead of Jean saving the X-men, it was Rogue who sacrifice herself. However, Rogue not only absorbs Jeans' powers but her other half: The Phoenix. Is Rogue dead or alive? COMPLETE!Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Tragedy - Rogue & Wolverine - Chapters: 10 - Words: 9,367 - Reviews: 39 - Favs: 44 - Follows: 24 - Updated: 04-03-10 - Published: 06-21-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3608419
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A/N: OKay, I redid this chapter because it didn't seem to match with my sequel.
Black is such a sober color. It never manages to express anything positive. It's lifeless and dull against the vibrant colorful gardens of Xavier's grounds. Logan stood out on the stone patio at the side of the mansion, his higher vantage point giving him a view down over the people and garden, down to the gathering sat before Rogue's headstone and coffin.
Rogue's coffin wasn't fully closed because everyone wanted to give her a white rose and remember her beauty. In his hand, were his dog tags engraved with "Marie and Logan forever." Even though, Logan was close to Rogue he did not want to be in the funeral for many reasons. Nobody questioned him but understood his intention. Rogue's death had been a huge and unexpected shock for those who never knew that she could die because of her mutation.
She was the loss of a student, a friend, and a family member.
Watching from afar, Logan could still hear the sermon and saw Storm, who caught his eyes, and she sent him a reassuring smile through her tears. He nodded in response, he was grateful to have a friend like her. Then, he watched as Scott closed the coffin and waited for it to be lowered down into soil. Logan felt his tears betraying him; he had every right to cry right now. Logan exhaled a gruff sigh, a hand lifting to rub heavily at his stinging eyes, trying to quell his tears and remove all evidence of them
He looked up, and saw the mass of black rising as one and returning inside the mansion. The chairs were being gathered up by no apparent individual, clearly some telekinetic student aiding the staff, as the chairs were carried off to be put away in a neat stack. As the gatherers left, Logan jumped off the railing and walked to his love's headstone. Professor Xavier put another white rose with a candle near it.
"I'll give you a moment." The old man said and rolled away.
Marie "Rogue" D'Ancanto
Beloved daughter, friend, and student.
She will always be in our hearts.
"Hey kid," Logan said. "I'm gonna be honest with you: I don't know what I'm gonna do without you. You've always been my side and I hoped…I made you happy." His fingers moved across the inscription of her name. "There ain't gonna be another woman who will able to call me 'sugar' like you, kid." He exhaled a heavy sigh, lifted a hand to rub his eyes. "I will –I won't break the promise. I will keep it to my word."
"Promise me, you will never stop protecting girls like me. No matter how hopeless they may be."
Logan weakly shook his head and brought both hands to his face. He exhaled a long sigh, lifting his head to gaze at the heavens. "What am I gonna do without you?" He whispered aloud, closing his eyes again.
While his head was still held up, he felt the sun's warm touch, and when he opened his eyes, he could have sworn that he saw Rogue's face. (A/N: Like Van Helsing with Anna's funeral scene) But it didn't make any difference because she was still dead. The only thing he could onto was his dog tags and knowing that she felt the same way about him. She always wanted him, now she had him, even in death, and Logan would never forget that.
"Logan…" The wind howled as if he could still feel her presence with him. His head scanned the area and glad that it was peaceful, it was right. He looked at the headstone one more time before entering the mansion along with the others.
A few months later…
"Okay, Chucky why did you want me in here?" asked Logan walking into his office. Logan found the staff in there: a married and pregnant Jean and Scott, Storm and Hank standing around the office.
"Logan, I would like you to meet a new student." Xavier said.
The student stood up from her chair and turned around to look at Logan. His eyes widened, she had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wore dark jeans with a leather jacket. She reached her hand out and shook Logan's head. "Hi, my name is Mystic."
"Why chose the name Mystic?"
"I don't know. Why chose Wolverine?"