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Perchance To Dream	By : JadeLuna Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 2115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Chere please come out of de bathroom! Remy want to work dis out!"

"NO! Ah will not risk your life Remy Lebeau!"

"Please, Remy want to know what da problem is�"

"Ah almost killed you once last night, Ah will not risk that again! Now please leave me alone and go find Jean!"

"Why do you need Jean chere? What can she do that your Remy cannot help you wit�?"

"She can read mah mind and tell me what�s wrong with me! Now just go find her before ah try to hurt you again!"

After locking herself up in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, Remy had gotten tired of waiting for her to come to her senses on her own and finally decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Chere, Remy is coming in, even if you don� like it!"

Pulling out one of his trusty playing cards, he held it for just a moment before tossing it at the door handle in an effort to destroy the lock. His work was successful and with a small *boom* the handle seemed to be charred black and the door swung open a crack to reveal a very distraught Rogue seated on the lidded toilet. Remy pushed the door completely open and leaned against the frame looking at her. When she finally did look up at him, she almost made him flinch with the look of pure furry that crossed her face.

"AH TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT! HOW DARE YOU BUST DOWN THAT DOOR REMY LEBEAU!"

"Remy was worried about you, he only did what he had to do."

"IF YOU DON�T FIX THAT DOOR RIGHET NOW, I SWEAR TO EVERYTHANG HOLY YOU WONT LIVE TA SEE TOMORRA!"

"Chere please calm down, you might wake anyone who was asleep."

"AH DON�T CARE IF AH WAKE UP EVERAY LIVIN THING IN THIS WHOLE HOUSE! AH WANT YOU TO��"

After watching her face turn red from yelling at him he began to tune her out and then started to approach her slowly taking the few steps across the room to reach her, he made a quick mental check to remember if he was indeed wearing any kind of gloves or not.

"Chere, Remy not gonna let you hurt him! Trust him, dis is for de best�"

"You stay yer distance Remy! Ah don�t want to hurt you�"

With that he brought a gloved hand up to her mouth to silence her rambling words and placed his other hand in the small of her back and led her out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed.

"There see? Remy is fine, Chere is fine, everyting is fine!"

Rogue, now feeling like a fool for making such a fuss, looked up at the smiling Remy and with one last thread of furry, stood up slowly and with a small effort pushed him backward just enough to launch him into the wall with a loud *thud*.

"Now dat did hurt chere, what was dat for?" He said as he slowly stood up and tried to dust himself off.

"Fer pissin� me off Remy Lebeau!" With that she turned on her heels and stormed out of the room, throwing the door closed behind her, which in turn fell off it�s hinges with the strength of her push.

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Logan had lost track of the time long ago. He couldn�t remember just how long he�d been slashing apart sentinels other such things. He wanted to kill anything that he came in contact with. The pain, the pain was what he wanted to kill the most. Wolverine didn�t feel pain� he couldn�t� but somehow this time he had, not physical, but mental pain over what had happened. As he went through the familiar motions of tearing apart everything he could, including the shirt that he had worn, one of the sentinels caught him off guard. He felt the sudden searing pain of flesh being torn on his side, which only fueled his anger to turn and wreak havoc on the thing. He stood over it breathing hard; the injuries inflicted upon his body began closing up as the healing factor kicked into overdrive. Then something he hadn�t expected happened. Suddenly the Danger Room was clean and free of bodies and there were strange shaped shadows everywhere. That�s when he smelt it; the smell he knew was unmistakably Scott Summers. He saw something move across the room and watched as Scott stepped out of the shadows.

"What are you doin� here? I didn�t program you in." A low deep growl began to form in his throat that was steadily rising in volume. His fury for Cyke began to boil as his vision started turning red with anger. He suddenly realized just how much hatred and frustration for Cyke was buried within him. At that moment he knew� he knew this bastard was the one that had put Jean up to it.

"Logan I�"

Scott�s words were cut off as Logan�s growl turned into a yell of fury and he ran at him full speed and with a swish of his hands his claws sliced through Scott like he was made of butter. He stood over the lifeless bleeding body of Cyclops for several minutes just smirking as one thought crossed his mind� �damn that felt good�.

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Rogue couldn�t hear Logan yelling as he attacked whatever it was he programmed in to fight but she knew he was in there, and his battle cries became audible when she opened the door to the control room and sat down to watch him fight. Just as she sat down and her eyes adjusted to the sudden dark she noticed that the room below her had gone rather quiet. She strained her eyes and then heard Logan�s yell and saw him kill Scott. She looked down at the panel at noticed that there was no programming for Scott to show up in there. Then the idea swept across her mind and she dismissed it just as quickly. �Don�t be stupid girl, no one could sneak past all the defenses.� She thought to herself. She sat there and watched the Wolverine just standing over the now dead body of Scott Summers. The thought was still picking at the threads of her brain� if Scott was not programmed into Logan�s workout, how did he get there?

Her frustration with Remy only growing by the second, she took a deep breath and began placing new programming in the control panel. She knew that Logan would be upset, but she also trusted him not to hurt her� at least not badly. She also knew that a good fight with Wolverine was always a great workout and the best way to vent out some anger.

As she clicked the final programming into the controls the lights went up briefly in the room below and she knew Logan had looked up just a moment to late, she was already on her way into the room below.

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He was lost in his revere over killing Scott; it had felt good to see his lifeless body lying at his feet. The animal in him had surfaced at that moment and he knew it, he wanted another fight, he needed another fight. He suddenly remembered the cage fights he used to do, and for just one fleeting moment he wished he could be back there again, where the feral animal that sheltered inside him could be released.

As the thoughts of that trickled through his brain, the lights in the room flashed on making him wince just slightly as he looked up at the control room to find who had been messing with the programming. A puzzled look crossed his face, and he began to look around the room preparing for whatever attack he may need to make. As he turned to his right, he suddenly caught wind of something� he couldn�t place it right away, but then as he began to hear footsteps near, he placed it. Rogue. She�d make for a good fight, she could match his strength and stamina in the long run and he knew it.

He watched her open the door and walk inside, the green pantsuit that clung so tightly to her body, it could have been her own skin, seemed suddenly fitting for just such an occasion. He knew he was gonna enjoy this fight. He knew Rogue would put up a good one; he�d had many discussions with Gambit on that matter when the two of them had gotten drunk a few months back. As she walked further into the room, a smirk crossed his face, he could smell the frustration and anger on her, he could almost smell the fight she wanted.

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As she walked into the room, Rogue knew that she�d made the right decision; a cage fight with the Wolverine was just what she wanted� she needed a little competition. As she walked further into the room, only a few steps from Logan, she saw the smirk on his face. She knew that no �hello� was needed, all he wanted was a fight, and she was prepared to give him one.

A smile crossed her face, "Start Program" were the only words she spoke before the lights shut off in the room.

The Danger Room responded "Starting Program Now", a new feature that Hank had installed after the last time that a training session caught them off guard and put three people into the infirmary.

As the lights slowly came back up, the room seemed dim and smelt of cigarettes and liquor. As Rogue watched Wolverine look around, she smiled. As he looked back at her with a wild look in his eyes, she knew she�d picked the right surroundings. There was only one animal that she�d ever known that actually liked being in a cage. And that was Wolverine. He�d told her about his cage fighting days once; a long time ago, and it had stayed with her.

As the full program loaded, the two were suddenly enclosed in a chain-link box shaped cage, just big enough for good maneuvers, and of course tall enough for her take flight, not that she�d need too. She heard a deep growl start to escape from Wolverine�s body, and she knew that the human side of him had been buried where the animalistic side usually lay dormant. She tilted her head to each side, hearing a small pop as her neck cracked, and then she was ready to fight.

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He saw her mouth move as she spoke words, but he was to far into preparing himself for a fight to understand them. As the lights went out once again in the room, his body tensed, what had she planned? What did she program in? Why was she smiling so big as the lights came back up? All of these questions were answered as the dim lights flickered on and he could smell the smoke and liquor. As the animal side of him took dominance over himself, he noticed the cage. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the woman� he knew she couldn�t read thoughts, so he must have told her at one point about the cages but at the moment he didn�t care to remember.

He watched her as she cracked her neck and moved into a position to attack and took note of the short flash of fear that ran across her face as he began to growl. He watched her prep for her attack on him, and cut her short by leaping forward at her midsection and knocking her to the ground. With a roll he was back on his feet again, watching the woman stagger upright and bound towards him. He moved to the right to dodge her attack but was a second to slow and took the full force of her blow at the shoulder. She was strong, he hadn�t realized just how strong until the moment that his back made contact with the fence and he felt his shoulder dislocate.

He saw the woman stand up again and in a movement quicker then he�d thought her capable of, she grabbed him, picked him up and threw him against the other side of the cage, and he felt himself make contact again as his body fell to the floor with a clink. As he gathered himself and stood up again, he felt his shoulder still out of socket, and with a quick tug on his arm, it popped back in and he moved a step to the side just in time to see her fly at him and crash into the fence then fall to the floor in a heap. He knew she didn�t have the healing factor he did and knew that one had to hurt, but was pleasantly surprised when she gathered herself together and stood back up on an apparently hurt leg. Just as he leapt at her from his spot, she charged at him with a yell and managed to pin him to the fence.

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Wolverine was taken by surprise with her attack. He�d never fought Rogue one on one before and was genuinely surprised by her strength when angry. He tried to push her off him or free himself of her grip around his arms, but somehow he didn�t seem able to. She was really pissed off and now she was taking it out on him. He felt her grip on his arms tighten and was suddenly thrown across the cage into the corner.

"Bitch� " He mumbled at her

"That�s for throwin me into tha wall! And this�" As she stared him down and watched him stand up then she flew at him again throwing all her weight at him, pinned him up again and kneed him in the groin. "Is for hurting mah leg by lettin me fly into the wall!"

Wolverine�s face contorted with a sudden rush of pain as her knee made contact. Now he was really pissed off.

With a jolt of movement he pounced on her pinning her to the floor, he was a bit stronger then her, but she�d also hit the one spot that could increase his want to take her down. As he held her he suddenly took notice that she�d not been wearing any gloves� that struck him as odd. He knew she could kill someone if she held onto them long enough, but when she�d pinned him against the wall, her flesh had touched his with no reaction. He looked down at her and snarled, something was different about her, he could smell it.

"Who are you?" he snarled as he lifted her shoulders up an inch and then slammed her back down into the ground.

"Who am ah?" Rouge seemed confused and in slight pain from her head making hard contact with the floor. "What kind of question is that? You know who ah am!"

At that , Wolverine, in one fluid movement, stood up taking her with him and slammed her against the cage wall with a snarl. "I know who you look like, but you aint Rogue� Rogue can�t touch people without killin� em� Now, who are you?" As he slammed her against the cage wall one more time, he noticed a bit of silver around her neck and looked back up at her.

"It inhibits mah absorption power, Dr. McCoy made it for mah birthday last year�" she spat at him with a wince at his grip on her arms.

With that having been said, she pushed him off of her when his guard was down and rolled her shoulders forward feeling the blood flow through her arms again. Seeing him in a heap on the ground, she took the chance to crack her knuckles and noticed that the sound only seemed to spur him on. She was taken completely off guard with his next attack on her.

When he heard her crack her knuckles, it only drove him to attack harder. With a move that he didn�t even know would work, he swung his leg out and swept her feet out from under her, hearing her fall with a thud and grunt, he knew she�d be hurting later. "So that means you can�t really hurt me now can ya kid?" He snarled at her, but somehow he knew that pissin her off wasn�t such a bad idea. There was a sudden change in her smell; he could smell the pheromones her body was producing as her anger hit full level. Yet another tidbit a drunk Gambit had let slip.

She stood up with a few grimaces from the pain she was feeling. "Don�t call me kid! Ah aint no kid!" She yelled as she made a last effort to attack him and charged him right into one of the wood posts that held the fence together. She heard the metal in his body clink and a loud *crack* as the wood of the post was damaged, she knew she�d hit him hard. She also knew that she wanted more than to just fight him� now she wanted blood. He�d hit her hard with the kid remark, and she was gonna prove to him that she wasn�t a kid. She heard him snarl at her again, provoking her.

"Hey kid�wanna dance?" He said through a low growl. He could feel the animal in him rise, and it wanted something more than just a fight now, and Rogue was about to find out just how feral the Wolverine could get. With a push off the post he had her on the ground and his lips made contact with hers.

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As she felt Wolverine land his full weight on her, and then felt his lips on her lips she felt her breath get caught in her throat. For a moment, she felt herself enjoy the kiss, but it was only a moment. Then she drew up another jolt of strength and placing her hands on his chest she bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood then threw him off of her so hard that when he hit the fence with a grunt, it damn near broke. After he hit, he bounced off the dented fence and fell with a clink onto the ground, this time finding it hard to stand up again�

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at the heap of man at her feet. "How dare you KISS MEH!" In a fit of sheer rage she brought her foot back and swung it at him, connecting with his stomach. As she brought her foot back again, she got halfway through swinging it towards him when he caught her leg.

"Don�t�"

She heard a tone in his voice that she�d never heard before. Suddenly she was afraid of him for the first time in years, and afraid for her life. Without knowing what hit her, she found herself leaning against the fence with a throbbing pain in her head and ankle. She knew he�d thrown her against the wall, this time breaking her ankle and giving her a concussion. As her vision became foggy she could barely make out the figure of him standing in front of her. She heard him say something, and the next thing she felt was more pain.

He felt her kick him once, and when she brought her leg forward to do it again, he�d had enough. This fight was gonna end, and it was gonna end right now, he was sick of playing games with her. He no longer cared how much she got hurt, she chose to fight him, and now she was gonna suffer the consequences. When he used her leg to throw her against the wall, he heard a *snap* and knew he�d broken her ankle, but when he stood up and her eyes couldn�t even focus on him, he realized he�d won. He walked up to her, leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear. "You brought this on yourself�" With that, he hit her once hard in the stomach, to repay her own action, and then came the uppercut. He watched her fall to the ground and cough up blood just once before passing out. Wolverine stood over her for a moment, then turned heading towards the door and called out "End Program".

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