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Heaven Can Wait	By : aranel Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 5310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Logan walked down the hall of the mansion secretly glad to be home. The "mission" had been some overrated nonsense in the middle of Washington D.C. and it had driven him crazy. He and Ororo had accompanied Charles to some political mumbo jumbo. Ororo had been a consort; he�d been a buarduard. The boredom and constrictions nearly drove Logan out of his mind. He�d had to "behave" and it hadn�t been easy. Then as they were headed home, Cerebro had detected a new mutant signature and they�d had to go after the kid. The kid had come home with them to be a student. �Great. Now I got another one �t deal with,� Logan thought. Though secretly he enjoyed the kids, even if they sometimes drove him crazy.

As they walked through the halls, Ororo spoke to the new student, explaining rules, manners, and the like. Logan snorted. Ororo was wasting her breath. He could tell the kid was a rebel. And no amount of training was gonna change that. It hadn�t changed him. Though Logan was more than ready to break this kid in, especially after all the trouble they�d went through, all in the name of recruitment. They�d been given hell, and Logan was in the mood for a little payback.

Suddenly Logan stopped in the middle of the hall. He took a deep sniff, his hands clenching into fists. He popped his claws. The kid grabbed Ororo�s arm as she nearly collided with Logan; the small gesture keeping her from harm. She smiled gratefully, then turned to Logan. "Logan, what is it? What�s wrong?" she asked softly. "Don�t know �Ro, but it ain�t good." Storm and the Professor exchanged looks before following Logan down the hall. The new student followed after them, wondering whether or not this had actually been a ide idea. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now? Well, nothing was ever 100% positive, right?
Logan ran into the living room and stopped short. The students were all in there, huddled together and looking horrible. Logan growled, surprising them. Ororo came up behind him, her face contorting in shock. "Goddess, children what has happened?" she cried. They all stared. Then Jamie and all the girls rushed over to her. Jamie buried his face in her stomach, crying hysterically now, as if seeing Storm had triggered something within him. The girls too, began to sob uncontrollably, all of them huddling around her. She draped her arms around them, trying to comfort them, alarmed as she was. Logan, however, was noticing two students were missing. Before he could say something Professor Xavier entered the room. The new kid leaned against the doorframe. "What is going on here?" the Professor asked. Silence. "Would someone care to answer me?" More silence. "Scott?" Scott looked up from his place on the couch and just shook his head. His mouth opened, but nothing came out, and he just dropped his head again.

"Oh Ororo it was horrible!" Jamie wailed. Ororo smoothed his hair in an effort to calm him, and get some answers. "Rogue she-" His voice cracked, and he began to cry harder. Ororo and Professor Xavier looked up, realizing for the first time Rogue wassingsing. "And it was everywhere! Everywhere!" "What was child?" she asked. "The blood!" He buried his face into her again, and she held the children closer. �Blood?! Goddess, what has happened?!� "Blood?" the Professor queried, trying to remain calm. All the students nodded. "This is serious now. Where is Rogue? And what happened?" he asked sternly. When no one answered, Logan held up his claws. "Somebody better answer or yer gonna have �t deal with me," he growled. They all looked at each other.

"She tried to off herself," Ray said. Logan�s eyes widened. "Excuse me?" the Professor said. "Suicide Chuck. Rogue tried to kill herself," Logan replied. The Professor�s eyebrows rose. "Hank said she probably woulda died if Bobby hadn�t found her," Ray continued. All three adults turned to Bobby. He sat in the middle of one couch, his head in his hands. Rahne and Jubilee released Ororo to go to Bobby again. He didn�t seem to be noticing anything. "Where is Warren?" Ororo asked. "Hank brought him down to the medlab on Tuesday. He said he needed his help. We haven�t seen Warren since." "Tuesday?" Xavier asked, "When did all this happen?" "Bobby found her Monday afternoon." Why was Ray doing all the talking? Scott was leader, wasn�t that his job? And she did it Monday? That was two days after they�d left, and four days ago. Logan wasn�t liking where all this was leading. Had she planned this? And Ray said she would have died, so what was she like now? And to top it all off, what had she done? Logan growled, frustrated.

The Professor went to Bobby. "Bobby? Bobby?" No response. "Robert!" Bobby began to shake his head slowly. "I tried, but I didn�t want to push her�It�s all my fault�I should�ve tried harder. Why didn�t I try harder?" Bobby said quietly to the floor. Professor Xavier looked up. Ray shrugged. "He�s been doin� that a lot," he replied. "Robert." *Bobby* Bobby didn�t respond. Rahne and Jubilee hugged him tightly. Xavier sighed. Bobby was obviously traumatized. He wasn�t showing any response, physically or mentally. He seemed, however, to be focusing on finding Rogue. The memory was being played repeatedly in his mind. Each time Bobby�s emotions ran wilder, more uncontrollable. The Professor took this chance to read the boy�s mind. He watched, as one might watch a film, as Bobby entered the bathroom, examined Rogue, carried her to the medlab, and sat here in the living room. He felt as Bobby felt. The concern as he entered the bathroom, the terror of seeing his best friend covered in blood, the hatred toward anyone who�d harm her, the horror of izinizing she�d done it to herself. His feelings ragged from an indescribable rage, to an intense sorrow, to an unquenchable self-loathing. Somehow he blamed himself for her pain. Professor Xavier shook his head sadly. Mixed in with al the pain was an insurmountable love for Rogue.

Bobby�s mind was currently obsessing over the incident, still trying to process it, as if it all may have been merely a nightmare. His entire consciousness demanded it wasn�t real, that it couldn�t have possibly have happened. He had at least a million reasons why it hadn�t happened. His subconscious battled him with only one reason why she would; he�d simply failed her. The Professor�s presence in his mind caused Bobby to pause. All of the information he had on Rogue flashing before him in a great haze. Finally, defeated, Bobby gave into his subconscious. Breaking out of a four day, self-induced trance, Bobby began to sob. His whole world crumbling around him.

Professor Xavier withdrew from Bobby�s mind, leaning back in his chair to silently observe. Bobby�s body began to shake, and he looked as if someone had just ripped his heart from his chest. Ororo, flanked by her group of mourners, made her way over to the couch. Bobby�s outburst seemed to affect the entire team. As long as Bobby had doubted, most of them had stood behind him, also doubting. Now that the truth had finally surfaced, it was as if a dam had broken. All the students began to cry. The room became a refuge for the hysterical. Ororo brushed children out of her way, not without a comforting touch or soothing noise. She sat beside Bobby and drew him to her. Bobby responded as any child might in their mother�s arms, finally breaking down completely. The room seemed to shift as all the students found their way to Ororo, taking comfort in the maternal presence she exerted.

*Hank?* *Professor? Where are you?* *We have returned Hank. Would you care to explain what happened? The students are quite distraught.* *Of course, Professor. Why don�t you come down to the medlab and see for yourself.* *I will be right there.*

Logan watched as the Professor silently left the room, and followed. The new kid learned back into the doorframe comfortably, and watched them retreat.

As soon as they entered the medlab Logan�s rage was bordering his control. Naturally, he blamed Hank for Rogue�s suicide attempt. This never would have happened if he had been left in charge. Professor Xavier, taking note of Logan�s ramentmentally adjusted it; forcing Logan�s brain to release pleasure stimulating hormones and endorphins, in an effort to calm him down. He knew Logan wouldn�t like it, but he really had no other choice. Even someone as powerful as he could only handle so much. Logan noticed what the Professor did, but didn�t say anything. Instead, he growled low, and glared at an approaching Hank. Hank at least had the decency to look ashamed.

"Where is she?" Logan growled. "This way," Hank replied, "but you must remember not to get angry with her. It will only make matters worse." They walked further into the lab and stopped at the door to the recovery room. Logan looked through the glass. "What the hell did you need birdboy for?" Hank sighed. "I didn�t know what else to do. The only telepath in the mansion was Jean, but she does not have the training required to aid Rogue. So I did the next best thing-" "You employed the aid of an empath. Very clever Hank." "Why thank you Professor."
Logan stared through the window. Rogue lay across Warren�s chest, his arms around her tightly, and his wings dipping forward in a protective barrier. Rogue looked like she was badly drugged. Her body was limp and motionless, and her eyes were hazy and stared blankly, her gaze unwavering. Her usual bright green eyes seemed dull and gray. Her breathing was shallow and her lips were slightly parted as if she was trying to say something, but couldn�t for the life of her remember. Warren had his eyes closed. His brow was furrowed and his lips were taught. His body reflected an air of extreme exhaustion.

"What�s with them?" Logan asked, not bothering to remove his gaze from the pair. "Empathic healing in process," Hank replied. "Empathic healing?!" Logan snorted. "She looks high." "Well, in a matter of speaking, she is." This got Logan�s attention, and he turned to face Hank. "You see, mental pain is most often brought on by emotional pain. And this pain often causes physical pain, as the bearer tries to relieve themselves from what they deem unbearable." "You mean like trying to kill themselves." "Yes, or as in Rogue�s case, self mutilation." Logan froze. "Self mutilation?" Professor Xavier asked, "But we were informed otherwise Hank." "Understandably. We all assumed it was a suicide attempt, however, Rogue assured me this was not the case." "And you believed her?" "Of course I did Logan. Naturally, I was a bit skeptical at first, but eventually I was able to do more elaborate research and decided upon accepting her admission. True, Rogue has all the characteristics of a suicidal person, but, how many suicidal people do you know of who have lived so long, as uniquely as she has." Logan sighed. He did have a point. The Professor thought it over and nodded his approval. "So, what�s all this?" Logan asked, gesturing toward the door. "Physical pain often requires a morphdripdrip, so I assumed mental pain would need something just as soothing." "And that would be?" "Most people believe empaths are only capable of acessing other�s pain. What most people don�t know, is that empaths, like telepaths, can make the connection twofold, both giving and receiving emotions." Logan nodded slowly, then turned to look at the teenagers again. "So, now what?" "That my dear friend, is all up to the Professor."
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