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By
Angel-love
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: “X-men” and all the characters here belong to Marvel, 20 Century
Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and
I make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the
author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without
permission of the author.
Timeline: Set after the X-men movie.
Universe: ONLY movie!
Romance: Logen/Rogue
Summery: Logan is in great sorrow over Rogue’s death and makes a
decision
Rating: PG
Sequel/series: None
This story dedicated to: Nadja Lee. Thanks for always being there for me
It was a
cold and stormy evening when a dark figure crusted down beneath a fresh grave.
The painful look in his eyes made the angels cry in despair. He had just
returned from a well-done mission in Afghanistan, and had expected to be
greeted with open arms by his one and only love; Rogue. He would never have gone
on the mission in the first place if it weren’t because he owned a debt to some
old soldier buddies from Nam. They had saved his life by forcing a helicopter
to go back over enemy territory to get him. He had often saved their life, in
the line of duty too. But with friends; who are counting, right? Once a
soldier, always a soldier, I guess.
He felt
something running down his check. It must be a raindrop, he thought, ‘cause men
don’t cry.
He had been
a soldier all his life. He knew of nothing else. Or that is not until he met
her. He had never had much to smile about in his harsh life, but she could make
him smile as wide as Santa just by walking into the room.
He felt
something running down his check. It must be a raindrop, he thought, cause men
don’t cry.
Even though
he had known great sorry and pain in his life, he had never felt such terror as
the day Magneto almost killed Rogue. That day he had promised her to protect
her forever and always keep her safe. He had fought bravely against the terrorist
in Afghanistan and his superior wanted to give him a big shinny medal for
helping keeping the world safe, or something like that. But what did it matter
that the world was safe when the one person he loved more than life itself was
not. A medal cannot warm a frozen heart; only the touch of your lover can do
that.
He felt
something running down his check. It must be a raindrop, he thought, cause men
don’t cry.
When he had
returned home with a smile on his face and a big bucket of Rogue’s favourite
flowers, (not to mention the beautiful heart shaped diamontring in his pocket)
he had found that Magneto and his men had attack the Mansion. The other X-men
had fought bravely, but it wasn’t enough. Magneto had found Rogue and drained
her for life. He knew that Scott was right when he said that they had to stop
Magneto, but he just didn’t have the strength. ‘Cause what is the point of
living and fighting when there is nothing left to fight for?
He felt
something running down his check. It must be a raindrop, he thought, cause men
don’t cry.
Before he
had left her just one month before he had kissed her beautiful gloved hand and
promised her that nothing would keep them apart, nothing. Not even death. And
this was a promise he intended to keep. He hadn’t even noticed that the wind
was getting older or that the rain changed to snow.
So there
the X-men found him the next morning hugging the tombstone of his lover with a
single tear frozen to his check.
The End