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xp_logsRogue and Logan have a talk about their UST and figure out where to go from here.
Rational people didn't go storming off into the woods, ready to tear a strip off of their best friend. Rational people processed information, took their time and made proper, respectful decisions.
Rogue was fairly certain that rational people also didn't get amnesia, regress to a time in their life when they felt safest, hit on their best friend, get hit on back, finally make a move and then get turned down with the lamest line in the history of lines.
The strangest part of all this was she had absolute knowledge of the last few months and knew that her teen self had no intention of doing anything. Status Quo seemed fine for her alter. What the fuck ever.
Heading to the edge of the woods, Rogue felt an odd sense of deja vu. Not even six months ago she'd reconnected with Logan here. And now this.
Using his senses (which apparently were available to her again), she managed to track him down with ease, but like with Adrienne, she found that when she was face to face, she didn't know what to say. "We need to talk," she finally said bluntly, faint trace of her accent in her voice.
The last couple months hadn't been a cakewalk for Logan. That...incident on New Year's had screwed with his head. He wasn't sure what was going through Marie's head or his own. And then, the world had torn itself to shreds around them with no time to figure anything out. Waking up after that had been wonderful. Marie, with no memories of the last ten years, was acting like she'd just gotten to the mansion instead of having come and gone several times over. He wasn't much better off. Holes he didn't know where there until he fell into them or hazy weird half memories from the new world.
Then to top it all off, whatever was between adult them was still in teen Marie's head and him just being a friend most of the time turned into something it wasn't. Though there were a few instances where he'd slipped and probably crossed lines he shouldn't have. He was still pissed at himself for that. He'd made damned sure to keep things friendly until Marie gained her memories back.
Logan dropped down out of the tree he'd been perched in and frowned. Something was different about Marie. Her scent had changed subtly somehow under all the rage. "What's goin' on, sweetheart? Ya look pretty pissed."
Goddamn the stupid man, she thought to herself. Only person in the world who affected her emotions this way.
Her entire walk to the woods, she'd gone over things in her mind, plotted out a conversation, and was prepared to tear a new one out of him
But goddamnit was she happy to see him.
Practically launching herself towards Logan, she enveloped him in a tight hug. "I'm so mad at you," she exclaimed, her southern accent having been dramatically reduced to nothing much of a drawl. "I remember everything now. Everything."
Oh dear god, were those tears? Well, it wouldn't be the first time she used him as a tissue.
He grunted when she launched into his side but years of reflex had him wrapping his arms around her tight anyway. He stroked a hand down her back. Her words made him grin. "Glad to have ya back, sweetheart."
He hugged her tighter. If she had her memories back, then...well, there were probably things they should talk about. Things they should've dealt with a while ago but them being them they'd let them ride until they couldn't deal with it. He hesitated. "So...just how mad at me, are ya?"
"Not as mad at you as I was five minutes ago," she grumbled, holding onto him. "What the hell do you do to me, Logan?" Stepping away, she cleared her throat, and tried to remember what she had gone to the woods to say. Being close to him always addled her brain -- oh! right! Brain! "And goodness sakes, really? What were you thinking? I know you weren't trying to take advantage of any situation, and I know that I probably didn't help things at all, but for fuck's sake! You barely flirt with me as an adult, no matter HOW much I throw myself at you, and then, you finally decide to do something when I got no idea what's going on??? Right! I am mad!" The last part was more for herself than for him. "What the hell do you want with me? Because I gotta tell you, I don't know how much more I can pretend and if I hadn't had that brain scrambling, we would've had this conversation a long, long time ago."
Logan blinked. "What? You were throwin' yourself at me when the world hadn't gone to shit?" New Years was one thing and probably a long time coming but he hadn't been that dense to not pick up anything else had he? He knew sometimes he missed shit right in front of his face but Marie had been the kid he'd brought to the mansion and watched grow up in the woman before him. Couldn't exactly blame a guy for not seeing that switch or wanting to see that switch.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't realize. New Years kinda finally flipped a switch in my head." He rubbed at the back of his neck. Then he couldn't flip the damn thing off even with Marie out of her head and not knowing the past decade of events. "I don't want this to be somethin' you're doin' 'cause ya feel like you hafta. I don't wanna be takin' advantage either." He reached out and tugged on a strand of hair lightly, before brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. "I...want to see where we go as somethin' more but not if it means we're ruinin' what we already have."
Well, there went her perfectly crafted argument detailling why he was an ass but why she didn't care anyways. And then, like typical Logan, he threw her for a loop. "Oh," was all she could say back, standing there like an idiot.
Was it panicking time yet?
"Um. Okay then. So. We're in some sort of an agreement. Of something. Right? Because I don't wanna ruin nothing either, but we've lasted this long?"
Logan's eyebrows went up. That wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting. Hell, from how Marie'd been acting the whole time since the world blew up and then her demanding an explanation now he expected a massive hug or something. Maybe he'd read everything wrong. "Uh, look, if this ain't want you want after all, then we don't have to." She'd had a crush on him a long time ago. Switching back to her adult self, maybe had resolved all that and this was her just calling him on being an ass.
"What?!" She stepped back slightly and glared. "No way, Mister! You don't get to change your mind here, not now. Now, either you do or you don't but no in-between. I've wanted you for longer than I care to admit...."
Rogue chewed on her lip a little before blurting out "But if you really don't want anything, that's okay too. I mean, I got my skin and all and spontaneity isn't a thing in my life and I'll never have it controlled...."
"I kinda figured that," Logan said with a little amusement. The age regression had made that more than abundantly clear. He reached out and wrapped her up in a hug again. "Never say never. It might happen one day when you're not expectin' it. Yer stuck with me." He paused and moved back slightly to catch her gaze. "But you're right. No more in-betweens. So…we see how it goes?"
She nodded and because she could, she broke out into a wide grin and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "You're the only person I want to be stuck with, Logan. I just hope you don't regret this...... but if you do, tell me, okay?"
"Same goes for you." He hoped for once that no shitty luck would follow the both of them into this part of their lives. They dealt with enough shitty bullshit as it was. But well, Logan was used to shit falling apart around him so it was gonna be whatever it was gonna be. He arched an eyebrow. "Anythin' else you came out here to be mad at me for?"
Rogue laughed. "There's more? Well, guess you can start the list of why I should be mad because right now, I can't think of a single thing."
Rational people didn't go storming off into the woods, ready to tear a strip off of their best friend. Rational people processed information, took their time and made proper, respectful decisions.
Rogue was fairly certain that rational people also didn't get amnesia, regress to a time in their life when they felt safest, hit on their best friend, get hit on back, finally make a move and then get turned down with the lamest line in the history of lines.
The strangest part of all this was she had absolute knowledge of the last few months and knew that her teen self had no intention of doing anything. Status Quo seemed fine for her alter. What the fuck ever.
Heading to the edge of the woods, Rogue felt an odd sense of deja vu. Not even six months ago she'd reconnected with Logan here. And now this.
Using his senses (which apparently were available to her again), she managed to track him down with ease, but like with Adrienne, she found that when she was face to face, she didn't know what to say. "We need to talk," she finally said bluntly, faint trace of her accent in her voice.
The last couple months hadn't been a cakewalk for Logan. That...incident on New Year's had screwed with his head. He wasn't sure what was going through Marie's head or his own. And then, the world had torn itself to shreds around them with no time to figure anything out. Waking up after that had been wonderful. Marie, with no memories of the last ten years, was acting like she'd just gotten to the mansion instead of having come and gone several times over. He wasn't much better off. Holes he didn't know where there until he fell into them or hazy weird half memories from the new world.
Then to top it all off, whatever was between adult them was still in teen Marie's head and him just being a friend most of the time turned into something it wasn't. Though there were a few instances where he'd slipped and probably crossed lines he shouldn't have. He was still pissed at himself for that. He'd made damned sure to keep things friendly until Marie gained her memories back.
Logan dropped down out of the tree he'd been perched in and frowned. Something was different about Marie. Her scent had changed subtly somehow under all the rage. "What's goin' on, sweetheart? Ya look pretty pissed."
Goddamn the stupid man, she thought to herself. Only person in the world who affected her emotions this way.
Her entire walk to the woods, she'd gone over things in her mind, plotted out a conversation, and was prepared to tear a new one out of him
But goddamnit was she happy to see him.
Practically launching herself towards Logan, she enveloped him in a tight hug. "I'm so mad at you," she exclaimed, her southern accent having been dramatically reduced to nothing much of a drawl. "I remember everything now. Everything."
Oh dear god, were those tears? Well, it wouldn't be the first time she used him as a tissue.
He grunted when she launched into his side but years of reflex had him wrapping his arms around her tight anyway. He stroked a hand down her back. Her words made him grin. "Glad to have ya back, sweetheart."
He hugged her tighter. If she had her memories back, then...well, there were probably things they should talk about. Things they should've dealt with a while ago but them being them they'd let them ride until they couldn't deal with it. He hesitated. "So...just how mad at me, are ya?"
"Not as mad at you as I was five minutes ago," she grumbled, holding onto him. "What the hell do you do to me, Logan?" Stepping away, she cleared her throat, and tried to remember what she had gone to the woods to say. Being close to him always addled her brain -- oh! right! Brain! "And goodness sakes, really? What were you thinking? I know you weren't trying to take advantage of any situation, and I know that I probably didn't help things at all, but for fuck's sake! You barely flirt with me as an adult, no matter HOW much I throw myself at you, and then, you finally decide to do something when I got no idea what's going on??? Right! I am mad!" The last part was more for herself than for him. "What the hell do you want with me? Because I gotta tell you, I don't know how much more I can pretend and if I hadn't had that brain scrambling, we would've had this conversation a long, long time ago."
Logan blinked. "What? You were throwin' yourself at me when the world hadn't gone to shit?" New Years was one thing and probably a long time coming but he hadn't been that dense to not pick up anything else had he? He knew sometimes he missed shit right in front of his face but Marie had been the kid he'd brought to the mansion and watched grow up in the woman before him. Couldn't exactly blame a guy for not seeing that switch or wanting to see that switch.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't realize. New Years kinda finally flipped a switch in my head." He rubbed at the back of his neck. Then he couldn't flip the damn thing off even with Marie out of her head and not knowing the past decade of events. "I don't want this to be somethin' you're doin' 'cause ya feel like you hafta. I don't wanna be takin' advantage either." He reached out and tugged on a strand of hair lightly, before brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. "I...want to see where we go as somethin' more but not if it means we're ruinin' what we already have."
Well, there went her perfectly crafted argument detailling why he was an ass but why she didn't care anyways. And then, like typical Logan, he threw her for a loop. "Oh," was all she could say back, standing there like an idiot.
Was it panicking time yet?
"Um. Okay then. So. We're in some sort of an agreement. Of something. Right? Because I don't wanna ruin nothing either, but we've lasted this long?"
Logan's eyebrows went up. That wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting. Hell, from how Marie'd been acting the whole time since the world blew up and then her demanding an explanation now he expected a massive hug or something. Maybe he'd read everything wrong. "Uh, look, if this ain't want you want after all, then we don't have to." She'd had a crush on him a long time ago. Switching back to her adult self, maybe had resolved all that and this was her just calling him on being an ass.
"What?!" She stepped back slightly and glared. "No way, Mister! You don't get to change your mind here, not now. Now, either you do or you don't but no in-between. I've wanted you for longer than I care to admit...."
Rogue chewed on her lip a little before blurting out "But if you really don't want anything, that's okay too. I mean, I got my skin and all and spontaneity isn't a thing in my life and I'll never have it controlled...."
"I kinda figured that," Logan said with a little amusement. The age regression had made that more than abundantly clear. He reached out and wrapped her up in a hug again. "Never say never. It might happen one day when you're not expectin' it. Yer stuck with me." He paused and moved back slightly to catch her gaze. "But you're right. No more in-betweens. So…we see how it goes?"
She nodded and because she could, she broke out into a wide grin and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "You're the only person I want to be stuck with, Logan. I just hope you don't regret this...... but if you do, tell me, okay?"
"Same goes for you." He hoped for once that no shitty luck would follow the both of them into this part of their lives. They dealt with enough shitty bullshit as it was. But well, Logan was used to shit falling apart around him so it was gonna be whatever it was gonna be. He arched an eyebrow. "Anythin' else you came out here to be mad at me for?"
Rogue laughed. "There's more? Well, guess you can start the list of why I should be mad because right now, I can't think of a single thing."
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