The Rogue 1.4 ~ Breathing: Leaving

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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: 4. Leaving
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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"You're always welcome to come with me," Logan offered as he packed his one duffel yet again in preparation to leave.

Rogue curled up a little tighter in his chair. "Running?"

He zipped up the bag and looked at her, really looked at her. "Nah. Just breathing. Sometimes you need some space to find yourself." His gaze held understanding, a precious commodity lately.

She nodded. "I'll tell Bobby."

She told him. He tried to stop her, unable to see that it was too late to try and change anything between them that had already been broken and shattered like icicles spattered on the ground around him.

She left him.

She packed her bag and never looked back, riding away with Logan on his motorcycle. Rogue took a deep breath of the afternoon sunshine, Logan's cigar smell, and motorcycle exhaust.

Don't you remember us? We're still here.

She didn't really care. She was Rogue.

And she was breathing.