I SWEAR! JAMIE BAILS FOR A FEW MONTHS AND FF DECIDES TO JUST FUCK AROUND WITH EVERYTHING AND NOW I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON JESUS ARGH!
NEVERMIND. MORE IMPORTANTLY I REMEMBERED WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS STORY. THAT IS ALL YOU SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT. I'M ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH REMEMBERING WHERE I WAS WITH 'THAT DAY' AND I NEED TO START FUCKING REMEMBERING WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS DAMN WIP I JUST FOUND ON MY DRIVE SOOOOOO.
HI! HOW ARE YOU GUYS?
To say that the world Bobby Drake went unconscious in was a vastly different world from the one he woke up in to would have be a gross understatement. The first thing he was aware of in this new frontier was the scorching light above him. For a moment he thought this light was the clouds parting and beckoning come forth into heaven. His body hurt enough to qualify it. However, upon further investigation he realized that it was just the ceiling lights of the med bay.
"Bobby?" A sweet voice called out to him.
"Rogue?" his mouth tasted like cotton and lightbulbs.
"What? No. Bobby, look at me, come on."
He worked at it for a few moments before finally syncing up the signals his brain was sending out to the receptor that allowed him to sloppily navigate his head to turn to the side and see one Katherine Pryde perched at his bedside.
"Huh." was his profound remark on the matter.
"How are you feeling?" Kitty's brow scrunched in the middle as she leaned forward. "Should I get Hank?"
"'M fine," Bobby slurred, attempting to wave away her concern with a heavily wrapped hand. "I just... what happened? I had a bag of- aw shit!" He sat bolt upright, eyes dinner-plate wide. kitty squealed slightly in fright.
"What's wrong, are you okay?" Kitty blurted, hands aflutter as she panicked.
"Rogue! I missed our date! Shit, shit, shit, shit," He continued to chant as he struggled up out of bed. Things were already rocky enough with Rogue, he didn't need to add this to a long list of things.
"Uhm..." Kitty chewed on her lower lip. "I don't think that's going to be a problem, Bobby."
"What?" Bobby huffed as he awkwardly used his thumbs to unfold the jeans he had found laid out neatly on the bedside table.
Kitty gnawed on her lip a few seconds more before giving Bobby a brief rundown of 'While You Were Sleeping'.
Two days. a lot can happen in two days.
Rogue hit the mat hard and flopped twice, sweaty hair slapping the vinyl. Her under armor clung to every plane of her body, nearly soaked through with perspiration. Her eyelids were heavy, tired. She was breathing heavily through pink lips. A rosy hue had embedded itself into her cheeks.
"You alright, kid?" Logan called to her from the other side of the mat. He didn't look any worse for the wear despite the fact that their sparring match was becomming a marathon.
"Ah'm fahne," she bit off, practically chewing and spitting the words out as she collected herself onto shaky limbs. "Again."
Logan cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure, kid, 'cause-"
"Ah said again." Rogue barked in a rough accent, collecting herself and stancing up gruffly.
Logan's lips twitched as he mirrored her stance and waited for her to make the first move. He'd never seen her like this. There was this drive in her eyes. Some sort of need, thirst, hunger that he didn't understand but wanted to get closer to. Three hours of absorbing his punches the Rogue from two days ago would have called it quits. Three hours of sweating and toiling and hurting and the Rogue from two days ago would have licked her wounds and slunk away.
This Rogue told him to stick it where the sun don't shine when he even suggested it to her.
"What the hell has gotten into you, kid?" Logan grunted as Rogue's elbow dug into his sternum. Not with enough force to cause damage or even actually hurt after three hours, but enough to tell him that she hadn't given up yet.
"Tired." Rogue blocked a shot sloppily, but it was still a block.
Logan shot her a mildly amused look. "Tired?" he urged.
"Tired," she reaffirmed with a snort and kick. "People think I'm some stupid invalid pity case of a little girl," she muttered between huffs of air mostly to herself. "They think I'm soft soft little powder puff princess that can't take care of herself," she ducked Logan's fist. "They think I'm pathetic. It's not my fault."
"What?" Logan snapped, feeling like somewhere along the conversation had involved him less and less. "What the hell are you going on about? I've never heard you talk like this before."
Rogue looked up, eyes bright shining orbs of molten jade that swam with passion and fire. Her hair was a mess, her face was aflame, sweat slicked every visible part of her but something about her eyes caught Logan and for the first time he could have sworn that she was beautiful. Not pretty, like she was usually in her own way, but blindingly, captivatingly, entrancingly, without a doubt gorgeous.
She stole his moment of distraction to punch him squarely in the face.
And even when he was staring up at the ceiling he couldn't quite shake the vision of her eyes.
She crouched next to him, panting heavily. "I've been paying attention," she alluded evasively. "Listening." For a moment she played with the idea of tapping her temple and winking before sauntering (limping, actually) away just to add another layer to the coy hint, but somewhere in the back of her mind someone hissed no so she simply left it at that.
Logan felt his own confusion color his face, but before he could ask any more questions Rogue announced she had a date with the steam shower and slunk away.
Listening? Logan wondered to what that could possibly mean.
And high up in the tech booth baring witness to the entire affair, she couldn't help but wonder at the same thing.
Remy come back! You can blame it all on me! Sorry sorry for this I just wanted to get something out so that I could get everything flowing again