The Rogue 1.3 ~ Breathing: Truth

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Story Arc: The Rogue
Fandom: X-Men: The Movie
Story Arc Summary: Rogue and Logan have become a team as well as a family. He helps her to learn who she is after the Cure destroyed what little control she had. But when the people who once took away Logan's memories accidentally take away Rogue's and a mysterious Cajun Thief rescues her, she is caught up in a worldwide manhunt for Gambit while Logan desperately searches for her.
Disclaimers: All characters and organizations (with the exception of small, mostly unnamed minor characters) throughout the series are the product of Marvel.
Canonical Notes: This story arc follows X1, X2, and X3 as canon for characters and events. All else is pulled from comicverse and mixed heftily with my imagination. Origins is ignored, except a few situations and characters twisted to my happy use.
Language and Accents: Cajun French is courtesy of Heavenmetal (many thanks). French is courtesy of Disdainfully Arrogant and Marmottin (many thanks). I will not reproduce accents in this story arc. Imagine them in.

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Story Title: Breathing
Chapter Title: 3. Truth
Story Summary: She took the Cure thinking it would save her. It didn't.
Canonical Notes: Set immediately following the events of X3.
Author's Notes: I thought I was writing this for Without a Trace. Turns out I wasn't, but I couldn't drop it anyway.

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Rogue woke in the slight moonlight streaming in through the blinds to land on the bed she and Bobby were sharing. Her heart slammed in her chest. Her skin was sweaty. The covers twisted between them both and he had clearly woken with her as he stared at her, propped up on one elbow.

"Have you tried sleeping pills?" Bobby asked.

She turned toward him, resisting the urge to snarl in his face. Pity, most of the psyches in her head weren't nice. She wasn't even sure which one was rolling under her flesh, threatening to break loose.

"Bobby, I can't stop it." The beginnings of a frown trembled around her mouth. "Anymore than the touch."

He sighed long and loudly and fell back onto his back.

The frown won out and for a moment, only Rogue inhabited her body. Not someone sweet and quiet like Cody. Not someone brusque and withdrawn like Logan. Not someone tactful, if menacing, like Magneto.

"What's it matter to you?" she demanded. "Seems to me, it only matters if it bothers you."

"That's not true," he protested, but she cut him off.

"It is true. It doesn't matter to you if I can't touch or if I have bad dreams as long as you have your perfect girl or can sleep through the night." She narrowed her eyes in a dangerous glare when he refused to meet her eyes. "It doesn't matter to you that I'm fighting just to stay me."

"That's not true," he said again, flustered.

She didn't believe him.