The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives. Albert Schweitzer
No sooner had Logan finished placing the Professor in a bed, that he sensed a slight stirring on the other side. Rushing to her side he took it a good sign that she might be coming too.
Rogue felt her whole body burn as she started to drift back into consciousness. Slowly blinking her eyes and trying to focus not really remembering where she was. The bright light had her thinking that maybe she was back at the lab. Everything was just so out of focus and her memories were just so out of reach like a dream almost.
Looking around and trying to focus on her surrounding she saw Logan staring back at her, trying to make sure she wasn’t going to disappear.
“Logan”.
God was it really him, was this another memory, that her mush for a brain has come up with, the thought brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t even trust her own eyes, this is what her miserable life had been reduced to, more pain, more misery, and no hope at all. There was just nothing left for her to go to. Her entire life was just a string of disappointments and betrayal, could anyone really blame her for just giving up, she was so tired, tired of feeling, and tried of being, her last hope had literally been ripped out of her.
“Marie, please open your eyes baby. Please just try and take what you need, please Marie, I can’t live without you, I’ve tried and it’s not really living. Look at me please”.
Those words they were so foreign to her ears, could Logan really be saying them, she was so, so scared to open her eyes and find it all vanish.
Trying to steady her breath she opened her eyes only to find a pair of beautiful hazel eyes staring back at her so desperate that it took her breath away. The love was like a mirror, and made the moment so bittersweet. It was like coming around full circle.
She could feel a numbness from her toes rising up to her chest, and that’s when the machines started going crazy, Rogue was gasping for breath, she could see Logan’s face turn to desperate horror. She wanted to say something anything to comfort him tell him that she loved him and would always be with him even if he couldn’t see her. But she couldn’t form the words.
“Please Marie, try for me, please…… don‘t you dare leave me”.
Logan was desperate, she was in his arms slipping away and there was nothing he could do. He could fight a thousand armies and still come out on top, but couldn’t save the woman he loved. He could smell death coming and a feeling of complete helplessness overcame him. There was just nothing he could do.
“I love you, I’ve always loved you, don’t leave me……” Wolverine was sobbing, it was the most pitiful sight, Hank knew there wasn’t anything that he could do. Rogue was slipping away and all he could do was watch as two lives were ending.
Rogue knew that this was it, she could feel it, there was a calm inside her head for the first time since her mutation had made its ugly head know, the curse that had tormented her for years, it was almost like a cloud lifting, she could have gone in Peace if not for the cries, and pleas that were coming from her beloved.
With the last bit of strength Rogue had she took Logan’s face in her hands and concentrated, she pushed and pushed till blood was pouring from every where, her ears, nose, mouth, her eyes. She reached up and kissed Logan for the last time just barely nipping his lips, Logan returned the kiss with tears pouring out of his eye, “I love you too, always”.
Logan held on to Rogue long after she had passed, Beast left him to grieve on his own not wanting to intrude on a private moment.
After sometime Logan put Rogue down and cleaned her up. Not wanting anyone else to do this, taking the tags from his neck he placed them around her neck, where they never should have left. He began to meticulously clean her up, the whole time Rogue was there in his head, trying to provide words of comfort, telling him that she died loving him to the very end and wherever her spirit was, she was finally at peace with her baby.
Just the thought made Logan weep bitter tears of regret and longing. He had had happiness in the palm of his hand, and fate had ripped it from him. He closed his eyes and could picture Marie, holding their beautiful baby in her arms and the happiness made him awe-stricken. He was forever cursed to never have happiness, he’d always be the outsider looking in. He was burying the only family he would ever have. No matter how much of Rogue was in his head, it would always be a whisper, a ghost that he could never touch or hold or love. The man that was Logan was beyond crushed, and the animal that was Wolverine howled in agony for the loss of it’s mate.
Shortly after burying Rogue and the others Wolverine took off on his motorcycle, cursed to forever be alone.
One day when it didn’t hurt so much he’d come back, he‘d lead the X-Men, and make Rogue proud of him, but that‘s another story.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
First I apologize for taking so long but I couldn’t decide on which direction I wanted to take the final chapter in. For those of you that were patiently waiting for this here you go and thank you so much for hanging in there for so long.
Chapter End Notes:
Laid out in lavender
Meaning: Prepared for burial. The phrase has also been used to mean 'show something in the best possible light'.
This is the end, might be an alternate ending, again it depends on the feedback! read and review, I just might give it that happy ending with an even better twist!!!
Meaning: Prepared for burial. The phrase has also been used to mean 'show something in the best possible light'.
This is the end, might be an alternate ending, again it depends on the feedback! read and review, I just might give it that happy ending with an even better twist!!!