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Times Past	By : gallygaskins Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 15 - The whole truth

Rogue sat cross-legged on top of her bed as floods of tears rolled down her face. She couldn't work out what had just happened. Well, she could but she wasn't sure she wanted to believe it. Logan was her dad; a surprise to an extent but it was comforting to know that the connection they shared was justified. But Beth being her mom that was totally unexpected.

On the number of occasions she recalled how her 'parents' had reacted to her ability when she had accidentally put David into a coma, was less than she would have expected from natural parents. She had often wondered about her origins when they had unpredictably turned on her causing her to run from them. And even when Charles contacted them about their daughter's whereabouts, they had not cared. They never answered any of her letters or spoke to her on the few times she had phoned them. It was like something out of one of those mafia type films; she had crossed them so they had cast her out in return.

Beth. Rogue could imagine Logan liking Beth; she knew that from the first moment they had encountered her on the front steps of the mansion he was hooked on her. And seemingly, apart from the confrontation, Beth was on him. And in all fairness, Rogue knew it wouldn't be long before Beth reeled him in, whether she wanted to or not. Once there was talk of Beth knowing about Logan's past Rogue could even imagine that something had gone on between them all those years before, seeing the pair married in Beth's memories had really not been much of a shock to her.

But when the memories had turned to a more sinister nature, that of Magneto and his dream to take over the world, Rogue couldn't believe what had transpired. It had also appeared that Beth knew nothing of Rogue herself. Beth had obviously known she'd had a daughter but she evidently never wanted to know anything about her and therefore didn't loved her, giving her up so suddenly after her birth. And why had Beth never made any attempt to find her? Again the only reason she could come up with was that Beth didn't love her, never loved her.

"Rogue, Rogue, darling, please come and open this door. I really think that you should talk to someone. If you don't want to talk to me then you could always talk to Scott or Charles, they are both here with me." Ororo called through the locked door.

Rogue didn't want to talk, didn't want to try and understand what was happening, didn't want to know why her mother had given her up and left her to go through her life with parents that would never give her the kind of love and support a child needed, especially when that child was different. She knew Logan wasn't a part of this and thanked god for that, he hadn't even known that he had a daughter, perhaps there was more to him just leaving, perhaps he just recognized one day that he didn't really love Beth and he needed to get out. But that couldn't be it, after all if it were he wouldn't have hung around her so much over the past few weeks.

"I can't here any moving around or anything in there, the crying has stopped I think . Rogue, please, let somebody in, how about Remy? You two seem close these days, maybe you could talk to him if you don't want to talk to anyone else."

Upon hearing Remy's name mentioned, Rogue shot up out of her reverie. Yes, now there was someone that would help and without asking too many questions. She needed to find out if this was all correct, see if she could find some hard evidence that what she had seen had not been an illusion and who best to aid her.

"Rogue, cher, Remy here to talk, if vous want, bebe." Remy said to the still closed door.

All ears tensed as they thought they heard movement from the other side of the door. It was unlocked and opened, to show a tired, distressed, washed- out young woman standing in the half shadows of her room. "Remy, please come in," she whispered. The very concerned Cajun took hold of the outstretched hand that had been offered to him and walked through the opening before the door was firmly replaced in its hole and re-locked.

"Well, it looks like we have done all we can here. Ororo, would you please keep checking on them though for me, the slightest thing that you feel is wrong call me, okay?"

"Yes, Charles, I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Scott, I suggest you go to your room and wait for Jean, I'm sure she won't be long and she will need your comfort this evening."

"Yeah, sure! Is there something wrong, Professor?"

"I'm not sure, I think Beth is awake now I need to get down to her." Moving the joystick on his wheelchair, Charles was on his way back down to the lab.

***

Charles slapped the chair into forward and continued down the corridor to the lab. He had 'heard' the conversation Beth and Jean had had up to know and he was slightly puzzled as to why Beth insisted on seeing Rogue and had said, "I have to get to her, Jeannie. There is only one thing she could have seen to make her run from me like that." He made his way though the outer room of the lab and stopped just in the doorway of the inner lab. He saw that Jean noticed he was there as she asked "and what's that?"

He saw his niece straighten up in front of Jean, supposedly to look her straight in the face. He then heard her answer. "She's my daughter. Rogue is Logan's and my daughter."

Did he just hear her right, had she just said that Rogue was hers and Logan's daughter? How could that be, he knew that Beth and Logan had had a relationship of some sort but not one that had included a consummation and a baby. He wasn't a prude or anything but he could never envisage the two of them together, people said that opposites attracted and no wonder she wanted to hide that little gem. He watched on as Jean began to comfort Beth again as Beth silently wept into Jean's shoulder.

Moving over to the two women huddled together on the lab floor he positioned himself so that he would be able to see Beth's face as he plucked the story from her. In his most gentle and understanding voice he simply asked "How?"

"What?" Beth asked as she pulled abruptly away from Jean, as if she had been startled in the headlamps of an oncoming vehicle. She looked tired, drawn and very upset.

"How Beth, how, when, why, what, where. And why did you think that you could keep something like that from me? Haven't I always been there for you? Like you have for me?" Charles said, putting out his hand to place on her shoulder, tears in his eyes, he was hurt that she had felt she couldn't tell him her secret.

"I think I should leave you two to this." Jean said as she moved to get up and then remove herself from this latest debacle.

"No, stay. Please, Jeannie?" Beth said, her sad eyes asking for all the support she could get. Jean nodded and helped Beth move to one of the comfortable leather seats positioned near to Logan's bed. Jean took the seat next to her and Charles positioned himself on the other side. "So I suppose I should start from the beginning," two sets of eyes and three sets of ears waited for the story to begin. "As you know uncle, twenty years ago I went to Canada to do some thinking, sort myself out a little. I had never been there, so as I was still quite young and recently out of college, I thought it would be a good opportunity to see a bit of that vast country. I ended up in a place called Red Deer, midway between Calgary and Edmonton. Life was good; I got a small apartment, got a job in a flower shop for a while and met some people I could become friendly with. One of the girls, Kara, I still write too, she still lives there with her husband and two kids. Anyway, I digress, one night we decide to go to this bar out of town. They're holding this cage fight contest and rumours have been going around about this guy who can't be beaten, can't be kept down by his opponents. It's about 10.00 pm when we finally arrive at the bar, one of my girlfriends got us slightly lost. We walk into the bar order some beers and sit down for the next match, and that's when I notice him. Hunched over in the corner was this strapping 6ft 3 man wearing nothing but jeans and boots, smoking on a cigar and waiting for his next challenger. I look over to my friends and notice that they are just enjoying the 'view' however I know that there is more to him than meets the eye. The fight gets underway, the other guy trying to take his chances before the bell even sounds but 'Wolverine', as he was introduced, stands tall and beats the hell out of his adversary. We keep watching until the final fight is over and then we talk about what had transpired, trying to make some sense of the game plan or some such thing, but having the conversation reduced to a level that only twenty year old women understand. Kara, who has always been a bit of a flirt, then decides that she is going to chat-up Wolverine and to see what she make of the guy. Undeniably she was good, but he didn't want to know and although he only then spent another ten minutes at the bar drinking his beer he spent most of that time watching our group."

"On the way back to town, the others managed to prise out of me the fact that I quite liked Wolverine, but I told them I was just being silly and that it was a passing fancy. They were unconvinced but they left it at that. Mind you, three days later, as I'm busy assembling this very expensive bouquet of flowers, Logan walks into the flower shop and shatters my nerves completely. He waits for me to finish, it took me a while my hands were shaking so much, before he starts talking to me, he seems really interested so when, after half an hour, he finally asks me out on a date I say yes."

"From that first date onwards we are inseparable, like two friends that have experienced something so strong between them that they can never bear to let it go. It was a bit of a whirlwind romance, but I knew it was right. We were married six months after we met, and we had the most wonderful loving relationship that two people could ever have. Suffice to say when I then found out I was pregnant I was so happy I believe I might have just burst at the seams. To be loved so totally by the man of my dreams and now I was having our child as well . it was bliss. I arrived home that evening ready to tell him, but he wasn't there. I waited up for him until I was so tired I couldn't stay awake any longer; thinking maybe he was going to be late home, maybe out with the men or something. But when he still hadn't arrived by the following morning I was worried. I called the police, the hospitals, everywhere, but it was like he had vanished." Silent tears were now running down Beth's face.

"So, what happened then, with Rogue?" Charles encouraged, holding onto Beth's hand as if nothing else mattered.

"Well, I carried her to term obviously, but I had a terrible pregnancy. I was so ill to start with, then I had high blood pressure and finally I was in labour for over 40 hours. If I hadn't at least had Kara I don't know what I would have done. Anyway, when Chloe, that's what I called her, well when she was born I felt nothing, I mean I loved her but I couldn't keep her. I am so ashamed of what I did. I had this beautiful little girl but no father to share her with. I just couldn't see her live without the love of two parents, it wasn't fair. And at that point I was still so angry believing Logan had left me it just didn't feel right bringing her up on my own. I loved her so much. I love her, seeing what a striking young woman she has turned into I can see that she wouldn't have grown up like that living with me. All my anger and hatred would have festered and she would feel that too towards Logan. Logan was . is a good man, he wouldn't have deserved the wrath of two women against him. I'm sure she must hate me." This time she sobbed holding onto Charles hand for comfort. "I'm sorry Charles, for not saying anything sooner I just wasn't sure how you would react and I never expected the three of us to find each other, either."

"It's okay, my love. You did what you felt was right at the time. You weren't to know what would happen in the future. And I'm sure Rogue doesn't hate you." He cooed, trying in vain, to make her feel better.

"Does Logan know any of this?" Jean asked suddenly.

Logan pulled his burly frame up, turned and sat on the edge of the gurney, his eyes piercing into Beth's, reaching her soul, as if daggers were attached to each of his hazel spheres. Hurt, sorrow, longing, scorn, even some hate flashed through his eyes as he watched Beth take in all of these emotions. He simply said, "He does now!"
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