Title: My Destiny
Subject: Wolverine/Rogue Starting from Rogue's POV. non-brotherly/sisterly
love. Which means that I might explore feelings of a sexual nature so...
Rating: PG-16 I'd say moving in the series to NC-17.
Author: Kia Mira
Summary: Rogue's thoughts as she sets eyes on Wolverine for the first time.
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It's dark and cold in here. I shiver as I clutch my duffle bag at my
shoulder. I've never been in a bar before and I can't say that I'm really
I move carefully inside the door. It smells odd. Kind of stale like. The
only light is from a barrel with a fire ragin' inside. I breath in carefully
afraid if I pull in to deep a breath I might call attention to my self. As I
move past the fire and a few people doin' thangs that ought be done in
private I find my self drawn to the center of the room. As though somethin'
is pullin' me there.
Nerviously I look around at the screamin' people. I can see better now.
My eyes have gottin' used to the dark. This is like somethin' out of a Mad
Max movie I think.
There is a heavy clangin' noise and I jump. My eyes rushin' to take it
all in. The noise was from that huge metal cage in the center of the room.
Helplessly I watch as they carry somebody out the door. A glint catches my
eye and it is drawn irrivocably to the lone figure in back of the ring. I
see that he ain't alone. That there is another man in the cage, but I don't
here him as he yells. His face turnin' a sickly red. My eyes are on HIM. He
isn't wearin' a shirt. The glass in his hand glinting in the florescent
light from above the ring. I watch as he lifts it to his lips and drains it
of the amber liquide.
I am taken by his presence. I am trapped by his isolation. It pulls me
to him. I am aware of each ripple of his muscles. I've never seen a man
partially clothed before.
Well, except my dad an he ain't like this man. I clench my fists as my
eyes travel a path that I wish my hands could. A sheen of sweat on his back
gives him a firey glow. As though he were a soul trapped in hell. A hell not
of his choosin'. I watch as a bead of sweat rolls down his spine and am
stunned when someone moves in on him. Hitting him so hard that he stagger's
into the cage. Another blow sends him to one knee. I gasp as he catches
himself with a bulging arm.
I can't move. I can't breath. I want to run to him. Want to--What is
happening to me. I am frightened by my thoughts. I don't even know this man.
But I do nothing. Not a thing. I am now transfixed by his profile. His face
is pinched, but not in pain as I first thought. No it is rage. A rage that
goes bone deep. A rage that I understand. It is the same rage I felt when I
realized that no matter what I did I would never be able to touch another
It is then that he rises to a kneeling position and lands his first
punch. I could here the man's bones as they met his impenitrable fist. It
was over so quickly. Then he was back his back to the ring. I replayed the
whole scene once more in my mind. My eyes not leaving his back until he
turned and looked me right in the eyes. My breath caught. His eyes inpaled
me to my very soul and I can't move. I can't breath and the only thing I can
think as I watch him watch me is, 'Finally, I have found my destiny!'
Continued in Souls Collide.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know kind of sappy, but I really felt that Rogue was
feeling a little more than oh, wow, that guy is really strong when she first
saw him. And I don't think it was a brotherly sisterly chemistry they had
going. To much awariness.