Title: Awakenings
Series: Acceptance #4
Author: Rogue
Email: Rogue12797@aol.comRating: R., Language, Violence, and Suicidal Tendencies
Disclaimer: Not mine, bummer.
Summary: Rogue receives her new powers. Her mind can't handle it. Will Logan return, if so, will it be in time to save her?
Archive: Just ask ye shall receive.
Feedback: I would love to hear from anyone. All I ask is that please don't flame me. This is my first R/L series.
Comments: This is the second in my Acceptance series. This part is also a bit angsty but hopefully there will be a happy ending. Also, I know that this is not how Rogue gets her powers, but let's just pretend, okay.
Rogue squeezed Logan's hand just enough to stop the growl and to cause the man to look over hopefully at the young woman laying on the table.
"Marie?" Logan stared at her. "Jeannie, she squeezed my hand. I think she's comin' around."
"Logan, are you sure? Her vitals haven't changed in over an hour. It was probably a muscle spasm. I'm sorry." Jean said as she backed away from the monitors monitoring Rogue.
"No, Jean, look. She just closed her eyes."
"That's not possible. Her vitals. Nothing's changed." Jean looked over at Hank then to the Professor and Storm, hope mixed with uncertainty as she walked over to examine Rogue.
"See." Logan said just as Jean reached out to open Rogue's now closed eyelid. Before she could even open the lid, Rogue sprang forward into a sitting position. She grabbed Jean by the throat in one swift movement and held her still. She looked at Jean, cocking her head to the side as if accessing stored memories, with a look of distorted interest on her face. Enlightenment happened quickly, much to Jean's relief and with a quick flip of her wrist, Jean sailed through the air across the room. Logan watched astonished by what had just happened. He was in such a state of shock that even though he knew that she was awake he had still yet to release her hand. The room was silent. Everyone watched with awe as she turned her intensely dark eyes upon Logan. In a deep voice that wasn't meant to be Marie's, she spoke to Logan. The first words that she had spoken in two months.
"'Bout time ya showed up, Bub. Our girl's in serious shit here. Where ya been?"
Logan stared at Rogue totally confused. This was Marie's body. This was her voice, but yet it wasn't. Her normal soft melodic southern drawl was gone, replaced by a low gruff hardened voice. But nonetheless it was still his Marie, so he thought.
"Marie?" He asked, the question evident to everyone. He glanced over to the Professor who had wheeled himself to the other side of her where Jean had been. The look of astonishment clear on his passive face. He shook his head, no and mouthed "you" to Logan.
"What?" Logan looked quickly back to Rogue who now had an eyebrow raised and a Loganess smirk on her lips.
"Jesus H. Fuckin' Christ! I'm talkin' to me? Ya mean the me in her head? I gutta sit down." He groped for the chair that he had vacated during the whole Scott altercation moments ago and sat down with a thump.
"Well, light dawns on marble...wait scratch that word, metal head." Rogue barked out what Logan presumed to be a laugh, his laugh. "Bout time ya showed. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off Magnet-boy and Superwoman here."
"Ahh...where's Marie?" Logan asked not knowing really how to handle this surreal situation. It kind of freaked him out actually, but he figured that he'd process everything later once Marie was Marie again.
"She's still here. She's asleep. She don't want to deal with all this shit just yet. That's fine; it's a lot of shit to deal with, just there's a little problem, I'm not sure how much longer I can hold off the others, or what will happen when they finally push me out of the way."
"Others? They're strong enough to do that?"
"Well, maybe not Magnet head, though I've got ta say, he certainly is givin' it his all, but this Carol, chick, the one who supposedly is...err, was Marie's friend, ya know the one that did this to her; she's getting stronger everyday and only Marie can put this one in her place. Marie has to wake up and take back control...soon."
"How do we wake her?" The Professor interjected.
"I don't know, Chuck. Doncha think that if I did, I would have already done it. Or if I couldn't doncha think that I'd have already told ya? I was hopin' you guys had a suggestion." Rogue looked around the room her eyes stopped on Hank who was helping Jean off the floor.
"Ohh, Jeannie, I'm sorry. Didn't realize it was you at first. Sorry about, ya know, the whole neck business and the flying 'cross the room shit."
"It's okay, Rogue-- ahh, I mean, Logan." She rasped out while rubbing her throat.
"I will research the computer to try and find a solution. Jean, Storm, Professor, if you could look through some books in the library we may be able to locate a solution quicker. Logan, please keep her talking for as long as you can and if she loses consciousness again notify us immediately. Jean, you may want to notify Scott of Rogue's current situation. I'm sure he'll be just as concerned for her well-being as we are."
Logan nodded, too dumbfounded at the moment to respond. He watched the others walk out of the room then turned his gaze back to the young woman who held his heart. He had no idea what to talk to her about. She saved him from starting the conversation.
"So, Bub, whatcha been up to these last three years? Find anything about what happened to us?"
"Ahhh..."