X-Men movie-verse

Requested by evil_little_dog

Prompt: Logan/Rogue "I'm not darin' ya to do anything sugar, you'll just do it."

I wrote this ages ago, first X-Men, at request from evil_little_dog on livejournal (SJ Smith on this site). Could be seen as Logan/Rogue, if you like, or else just Logan/Rogue friendship. Enjoy!

She leaned casually back against the table where his tools were scattered, her arms crossed. She blew a few stray hairs out of her eyes, arms uncrossing to tighten her ponytail. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that Scott's bike?"

Logan shrugged with a noncommittal grunt. "Hey, hand me that, would ya?" He pointed to a tool she didn't recognize that was by her hip. Rogue picked it up, surprised at how heavy it was, leaning forward to pass it to him. He glanced at her as she did so, taking it. "Thanks." He resumed working on the motorcycle, almost disappearing behind it as he bent down to work on one side.

"Uh-huh. As I was sayin', Logan, if that's Scott's bike that you're fixin' up, I 'spose that means you're plannin' on riding it." She leaned back a little more, palms on the table behind her.

"Now, what gave you that idea? How do you know I'm not just fixing this bike outta the goodness in my heart?"

Rogue tried to restrain herself from rolling her eyes, without success. "Logan, please. You, fixin' Scott's bike just because?" She snorted. "I'm not stupid, you know."

"Yeah, yeah...I'm fixing his bike, so it doesn't run like shit when I take it out later." He shifted his position. "Scott is off gallivanting or something like that. Not like he'd be able to stop me even if he was here...hell, I'd like to see him try."

"I see...so, technically speakin'...you're stealing."

"Borrowing," Logan interjected, not looking up.

"Uh-huh." Her tone dripped sarcasm. "In any case, it would seem that I am witnessing somethin' that's against the rules."

"So don't look." His voice was slightly muffled as he began working on a lower part of the bike.

Rogue tried to keep from smiling, making her voice stay lofty as she replied: "I'm afraid I can't do that, Logan. I've already seen too much."

Logan paused, and sat up straighter so he could eye her over the bike. "Okay, so what?"

"So, I guess that makes me your accomplice. Which means-" She pressed, as Logan disappeared behind the bike again – "That I want in on this."

She saw Logan pause. "What's that mean?"

Rogue took a few steps forward, leaning over the side of the motorcycle so she could see him. "It means, that I want you to let me drive it once."

Logan snorted, easily going back to work. "Hell no."

She leaned back, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm serious!"

"So am I." He sat back, readying a cigar.

She pursed her lips, and then leaned over him again with determination. "Listen, I'm not darin' ya to do anything sugar, you'll just do it."

"And what, exactly," Logan set down the tool he was using, sitting back. "Makes you think I'll do that?"

Rogue merely smiled.

He shook his head. "Look, kid, do ya even know how to drive one of these?"

She tilted her chin up. "Yes, it so happens that I do."

They stared at each other for a few moments, Rogue's lips curved in a smile, her eyes firm and unwavering.

Logan moved the cigar to the other side of his mouth. "Okay," he said, grabbing his jacket off of the workbench beside him. "Let's ride."