Always behind.
You'd think that I would get better at this.
I think I forgot to post the stories I have for the Right Here Waiting series.
First story.
gravidus in Latin
~*~
"Logan, wake up." Logan opened his eyes to a darkened room. He turned toward the voice next to him. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he could only stare at Rogue beside him. She was propped up on an elbow, holding his forearm with her hand. "I think it's time."
He could smell the fear and pain rolling off of her, mingling with her sweat. Rogue's grip on his arm tightened as she clenched her jaw. She let out a high-pitched whine that hurt his ears. Dumbfounded, he stated the obvious, "Breathe, Rogue."
It was the wrong thing to say. Logan found himself on the receiving end of a glare lacking any Southern charm. "Oh no, you don't. You've known for the last eight months this was happenin'. If you weren't man enough for this you shouldn't have started all that seductive, breathy, Marie-talk a year ago."
Logan's eye drifted down Rogue…Marie's body. It was hard to miss the swollen breasts and the pregnant belly. He scrambled out of bed, intent on doing something, anything when R…Marie made another whine.
Rushing around the bed, he helped Marie into a sitting position with her feet on the floor. He stood back, taking in the whole situation. When the Professor had talked of changing the future, he was sure none of them had thought of this. Apparently, Logan was to be a father soon, very soon and nothing in his previous timeline had prepared him for this turn of events.
Marie's steely glare brought him out of his thoughts as he braced himself for a second reprimand. A soft knock came from the door. It opened to reveal Jean, "Rogue, how far apart are the contractions?"
"I don't know. If this…this…useless piece of man-flesh over there…" Marie emphasized her frustration with Logan by jabbing an accusing finger in his direction.
Logan could smell the panic and tears under all of Marie's bluster and offered up, "About three minutes."
"Well then, we need to hurry." Jean gave Logan the mental equivalent of fingers being snapped in his face. She gestured toward a wheelchair in the corner of the room. Turning back to Marie, Jean added in a soothing voice, "Hank is down in the med lab making sure everything is ready."
Another contraction hit as soon as Marie was settled into the wheelchair. Jean helped her breathe through it as Logan grabbed the items Marie insisted would be needed. He pushed Marie out into the hallway, following Jean to the elevator.
Logan looked down at Marie, his confusion subsiding. He'd known his share of women and he was fairly certain he wouldn't have made this kind of commitment if he didn't love Marie. He remembered having a deep affection for her; wanting her safe and happy. It was something to work with and Marie could help him work out the details of their life later. Logan would also need to see the Professor, but that could wait.
He had an obligation in this timeline that he didn't foresee in the last one. This future looked more hopeful than the one Logan left. He'd make this work for them, all three of them.
Marie bent her head backwards to look up at him. "Logan, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for being…"
"Shh…" he cut her off. "Nothing to apologize for." Logan placed a kiss on her forehead as the elevator door closed behind them.
~*~
Second story
Goodbye to Yesterday
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This world will never be what I expected
Never to Late - Three Days Grace
~*~
Logan woke up dazed. Taking in his surroundings, for a second he thought he'd woken up again in the seventies. He slowly put the pieces together. There were the same type of curtains with the geometric design and a golden oldie on the radio. Evidence pointed to a woman having been in bed with him; the woman's scent was familiar, but he couldn't quickly place it.
When the shower in the bathroom was shut off; he rolled out of bed, grabbing for the sweat pants on the floor. He was pulling on his t-shirt when Rogue walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Logan's mind went blank as he stared at her then the rumpled bed and back again; trying to put two and two together.
Rogue? He and Rogue? Rogue and him?
While Logan was still trying to wrap his mind around the situation, she opened a dresser drawer and began pulling out undergarments. "Good thing you're up or you'd be late for your class." The towel was dropped to the floor, and he could only stare as she began to slip on her underwear. "Close your mouth Sugar. Not the first time you've seen me naked." Rogue hooked her bra and turned to the closet to finish dressing.
Logan had obediently closed his mouth hoping his state of confusion wouldn't be obvious. "Where's Bobby?"
She looked at him over her shoulder, "Bobby? You mean Bobby Drake? What do you want him for?"
"Not me," Logan replied. "Aren't you two dating?"
"Me and Bobby Drake?" Rogue laughed, "You've gone mad."
Once again he looked at the bed and back to Rogue. This was unexpected to say the least. Not him waking up to find a woman in his bed, that wasn't new. But Rogue?
Well, why not? She had curves aplenty and long hair he could see himself tangling his hands in. They must have been closer in this timeline than his old one.
Turning toward him, Rogue had a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt from the closet shelf. "The Professor lets you get away with quite a bit, but I don't think he'd approve of you teaching in your sweats."
Logan took the clothes from her. "Teaching?"
Rogue examined his face, "Are you okay? You seem a little…a lot out of it."
He tossed the clothes on the bed. Wrapping a lock of white hair around his finger, "Rogue, how long have we been…" Logan gestured toward the bed with his free hand.
She raised her eyebrows, "Do you mean having sex or sharing a bed?" Rogue flashed him a seductive smile that made him wander what her mouth tasted like. "Cause we've been doing one longer than the other."
Logan quirked an eyebrow at her as she placed a hand behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. Rogue molded her body to his, eliciting a response from him. It was clear to Logan that she knew how to set his blood on fire. She leaned back, breaking the kiss and flicking a nipple though his t-shirt. She looked up at him, seductive smile slowly fading.
Rogue's eyes narrowed with concern, her hand slipped around to rest on his sideburn. "Logan, what's wrong?"
How did he tell her that the hopes and expectations she had for their relationship might all come to a screeching halt? That he had no memory of an intimate relationship with her, Logan only remembered being her friend?
She heaved a sigh, lips set in a grim line. "Oh. The Professor warned me something like this might happen." Rogue's scent went from that of desire to sadness.
He felt guilty, because they'd been shooting for a better future when he traveled back in time. Logan could tell from the slump of her shoulders that he'd crushed her better future.
"Well," she said with a tear sliding down her cheek. "You better go find the Professor. He's probably in his study this time of day."
Logan caught Rogue's arm as she began to turn away. Her tears were flowing freely now. He embraced her as she started sobbing, holding her until the crying subsided. She continued to hold onto him as though her life depended on it.
"We were good together," Rogue said, loosening her grip a little. "Maybe good for each other is a better way to put it. Better than either of us figured we deserved."
Putting a finger under her chin, Logan lifted her face from his tear soaked t-shirt. "Rogue…" He was unsure what to tell her. He didn't think he had anything to offer her. He furrowed his brow, pulling something up from his memory. "Marie, I…"
Rogue gave him a water smile. "Don't…don't give up on us. Promise me that you'll give us a chance."
Logan hugged her against his chest again. He took in all the pictures of them lined up on the far wall and the intermingling of their items around the room. Maybe Marie had made a better future for him. Certainly not one he'd envisioned, but a better one nonetheless.
"I promise," he said kissing the top of her head. If it meant giving up some of his preconceived notions of how everyone should be living their lives, he could do that.
~*~
I think I forgot to post the stories I have for the Right Here Waiting series.
First story.
gravidus in Latin
~*~
"Logan, wake up." Logan opened his eyes to a darkened room. He turned toward the voice next to him. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he could only stare at Rogue beside him. She was propped up on an elbow, holding his forearm with her hand. "I think it's time."
He could smell the fear and pain rolling off of her, mingling with her sweat. Rogue's grip on his arm tightened as she clenched her jaw. She let out a high-pitched whine that hurt his ears. Dumbfounded, he stated the obvious, "Breathe, Rogue."
It was the wrong thing to say. Logan found himself on the receiving end of a glare lacking any Southern charm. "Oh no, you don't. You've known for the last eight months this was happenin'. If you weren't man enough for this you shouldn't have started all that seductive, breathy, Marie-talk a year ago."
Logan's eye drifted down Rogue…Marie's body. It was hard to miss the swollen breasts and the pregnant belly. He scrambled out of bed, intent on doing something, anything when R…Marie made another whine.
Rushing around the bed, he helped Marie into a sitting position with her feet on the floor. He stood back, taking in the whole situation. When the Professor had talked of changing the future, he was sure none of them had thought of this. Apparently, Logan was to be a father soon, very soon and nothing in his previous timeline had prepared him for this turn of events.
Marie's steely glare brought him out of his thoughts as he braced himself for a second reprimand. A soft knock came from the door. It opened to reveal Jean, "Rogue, how far apart are the contractions?"
"I don't know. If this…this…useless piece of man-flesh over there…" Marie emphasized her frustration with Logan by jabbing an accusing finger in his direction.
Logan could smell the panic and tears under all of Marie's bluster and offered up, "About three minutes."
"Well then, we need to hurry." Jean gave Logan the mental equivalent of fingers being snapped in his face. She gestured toward a wheelchair in the corner of the room. Turning back to Marie, Jean added in a soothing voice, "Hank is down in the med lab making sure everything is ready."
Another contraction hit as soon as Marie was settled into the wheelchair. Jean helped her breathe through it as Logan grabbed the items Marie insisted would be needed. He pushed Marie out into the hallway, following Jean to the elevator.
Logan looked down at Marie, his confusion subsiding. He'd known his share of women and he was fairly certain he wouldn't have made this kind of commitment if he didn't love Marie. He remembered having a deep affection for her; wanting her safe and happy. It was something to work with and Marie could help him work out the details of their life later. Logan would also need to see the Professor, but that could wait.
He had an obligation in this timeline that he didn't foresee in the last one. This future looked more hopeful than the one Logan left. He'd make this work for them, all three of them.
Marie bent her head backwards to look up at him. "Logan, I'm sorry. Will you forgive me for being…"
"Shh…" he cut her off. "Nothing to apologize for." Logan placed a kiss on her forehead as the elevator door closed behind them.
~*~
Second story
Goodbye to Yesterday
~~~~
This world will never be what I expected
Never to Late - Three Days Grace
~*~
Logan woke up dazed. Taking in his surroundings, for a second he thought he'd woken up again in the seventies. He slowly put the pieces together. There were the same type of curtains with the geometric design and a golden oldie on the radio. Evidence pointed to a woman having been in bed with him; the woman's scent was familiar, but he couldn't quickly place it.
When the shower in the bathroom was shut off; he rolled out of bed, grabbing for the sweat pants on the floor. He was pulling on his t-shirt when Rogue walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Logan's mind went blank as he stared at her then the rumpled bed and back again; trying to put two and two together.
Rogue? He and Rogue? Rogue and him?
While Logan was still trying to wrap his mind around the situation, she opened a dresser drawer and began pulling out undergarments. "Good thing you're up or you'd be late for your class." The towel was dropped to the floor, and he could only stare as she began to slip on her underwear. "Close your mouth Sugar. Not the first time you've seen me naked." Rogue hooked her bra and turned to the closet to finish dressing.
Logan had obediently closed his mouth hoping his state of confusion wouldn't be obvious. "Where's Bobby?"
She looked at him over her shoulder, "Bobby? You mean Bobby Drake? What do you want him for?"
"Not me," Logan replied. "Aren't you two dating?"
"Me and Bobby Drake?" Rogue laughed, "You've gone mad."
Once again he looked at the bed and back to Rogue. This was unexpected to say the least. Not him waking up to find a woman in his bed, that wasn't new. But Rogue?
Well, why not? She had curves aplenty and long hair he could see himself tangling his hands in. They must have been closer in this timeline than his old one.
Turning toward him, Rogue had a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt from the closet shelf. "The Professor lets you get away with quite a bit, but I don't think he'd approve of you teaching in your sweats."
Logan took the clothes from her. "Teaching?"
Rogue examined his face, "Are you okay? You seem a little…a lot out of it."
He tossed the clothes on the bed. Wrapping a lock of white hair around his finger, "Rogue, how long have we been…" Logan gestured toward the bed with his free hand.
She raised her eyebrows, "Do you mean having sex or sharing a bed?" Rogue flashed him a seductive smile that made him wander what her mouth tasted like. "Cause we've been doing one longer than the other."
Logan quirked an eyebrow at her as she placed a hand behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. Rogue molded her body to his, eliciting a response from him. It was clear to Logan that she knew how to set his blood on fire. She leaned back, breaking the kiss and flicking a nipple though his t-shirt. She looked up at him, seductive smile slowly fading.
Rogue's eyes narrowed with concern, her hand slipped around to rest on his sideburn. "Logan, what's wrong?"
How did he tell her that the hopes and expectations she had for their relationship might all come to a screeching halt? That he had no memory of an intimate relationship with her, Logan only remembered being her friend?
She heaved a sigh, lips set in a grim line. "Oh. The Professor warned me something like this might happen." Rogue's scent went from that of desire to sadness.
He felt guilty, because they'd been shooting for a better future when he traveled back in time. Logan could tell from the slump of her shoulders that he'd crushed her better future.
"Well," she said with a tear sliding down her cheek. "You better go find the Professor. He's probably in his study this time of day."
Logan caught Rogue's arm as she began to turn away. Her tears were flowing freely now. He embraced her as she started sobbing, holding her until the crying subsided. She continued to hold onto him as though her life depended on it.
"We were good together," Rogue said, loosening her grip a little. "Maybe good for each other is a better way to put it. Better than either of us figured we deserved."
Putting a finger under her chin, Logan lifted her face from his tear soaked t-shirt. "Rogue…" He was unsure what to tell her. He didn't think he had anything to offer her. He furrowed his brow, pulling something up from his memory. "Marie, I…"
Rogue gave him a water smile. "Don't…don't give up on us. Promise me that you'll give us a chance."
Logan hugged her against his chest again. He took in all the pictures of them lined up on the far wall and the intermingling of their items around the room. Maybe Marie had made a better future for him. Certainly not one he'd envisioned, but a better one nonetheless.
"I promise," he said kissing the top of her head. If it meant giving up some of his preconceived notions of how everyone should be living their lives, he could do that.
~*~