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Jan. 7th, 2012 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
If she'd been paying closer attention to the lightening and darkening of the room, Rogue might have known what day it was. She hadn't, though, and so she didn't. The first day had been a misery, and everything else was too vague and surreal to feel like it mattered.
She'd gone to bed happy, wrapped up in a particularly lanky embrace, and woken up to an empty bed. That wasn't cause for immediate concern, but after she'd wandered down the halls of the townhouse and the emptiness of the place had set it, then she'd become worried.
She went through all the closets, and all the drawers, and there was nothing.
His clothes were gone. He was gone. Everything was gone, except a Jericho 941 9mm semi-automatic pistol.
So she'd climbed into bed with it and stayed there. First, she'd wept, the kind of sobs that hurt, that moved so tight in her chest she barely made any sound, and pressed her face against the sheets where he'd been lying beside her a few hours earlier and tried desperately to keep the smell of him in her mind. Eventually she exhausted herself and slept, and awoke groggy and with her hand on the Jericho.
She got up a few times, to drink a little water and use the bathroom, or to sit in the shower until the hot water turned icy, and then she climbed back into bed. Eventually the crying stopped- she was drained, and even though her thoughts kept turning to what had happened, to who was gone, her body had stopped responding. By that point, she had lost any interest in getting up. She kept her hand curled around the Jericho, finger looped against the trigger, and drifted listlessly into and out of awareness, and decided she was done.
She was just done.
She'd gone to bed happy, wrapped up in a particularly lanky embrace, and woken up to an empty bed. That wasn't cause for immediate concern, but after she'd wandered down the halls of the townhouse and the emptiness of the place had set it, then she'd become worried.
She went through all the closets, and all the drawers, and there was nothing.
His clothes were gone. He was gone. Everything was gone, except a Jericho 941 9mm semi-automatic pistol.
So she'd climbed into bed with it and stayed there. First, she'd wept, the kind of sobs that hurt, that moved so tight in her chest she barely made any sound, and pressed her face against the sheets where he'd been lying beside her a few hours earlier and tried desperately to keep the smell of him in her mind. Eventually she exhausted herself and slept, and awoke groggy and with her hand on the Jericho.
She got up a few times, to drink a little water and use the bathroom, or to sit in the shower until the hot water turned icy, and then she climbed back into bed. Eventually the crying stopped- she was drained, and even though her thoughts kept turning to what had happened, to who was gone, her body had stopped responding. By that point, she had lost any interest in getting up. She kept her hand curled around the Jericho, finger looped against the trigger, and drifted listlessly into and out of awareness, and decided she was done.
She was just done.
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:32 am (UTC)Sure. Says who? I keep a different calendar, in my head, and while this doesn't mark another year ticking over, it's still too long. And it was still a milestone that got celebrated, a few days ago.
Even the idea that the place may help Laura relax, be easier, something, doesn't change my desire to personally be out of here. It might be for her, maybe, and it wouldn't be my pick, but it definitely isn't for me.
But while we're here, I might as well see what can be done. But when I get to Rogue's to run it by her, my mind moves off the subject. Place is locked up, dark.
I think about kicking the door in. Step up and listen close, instead. Lock's not forced. So I figure what the hell and knock.
Something comes at me, I could do with the surprise.
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:37 am (UTC)It didn't matter. Someone was there. They'd leave. She closed her eyes and curled up a little further, drawing the gun to her chest.
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:47 am (UTC)"Rogue?" I call, stepping back. Harder to tell if she's in or not if I can't use my nose. But it doesn't feel like the place is unoccupied. You get a sense for it, you do what I do long enough.
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:56 am (UTC)As long as he took the hint first. She kept her eyes closed and focused, wishing the world away. She didn't want there to be anything else, nothing outside of the concrete sensation of metal digging uncomfortably against her breast bone.
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Date: 2012-01-08 06:32 am (UTC)That should do it.
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Date: 2012-01-08 06:36 am (UTC)It wouldn't last, because nothing on the island did.
So the hell with it. She adjusted her hands, one curled around the barrel and the other the grip and let out a silent breath. Wolverine could do what he wanted. She could bring herself to care.
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Date: 2012-01-08 06:39 am (UTC)Maybe she's not in, and this is just going to get her pissed at me for breaking her door.
Or she is, and something's wrong. Hurt, captive, there are a lot of options. I've run across pretty much all of them. Not risking any of them.
It takes a single kick. A single, satisfying crunch of wood as the old-fashioned lock tears off and it swings inwards, splintering, and I step past it to see what I can see.
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Date: 2012-01-08 06:42 am (UTC)She'd looked thoroughly.
"Go away," she murmured, though the words barely got out, even knowing he wouldn't hear them.
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Date: 2012-01-08 07:09 am (UTC)I'd be more suspicious about that if it weren't for the fact that Rogue is home, and looking a lot less riled than she'd be if that's what we were dealing with.
"What happened?" I say, slowly crossing the room, keeping an eye on the corners, the exits.
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Date: 2012-01-08 07:12 am (UTC)She really didn't want to say it out loud.
"Spike's gone," she said, voice rough with disuse, gaze not so much as flicking up at Wolverine.
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Date: 2012-01-08 07:49 am (UTC)It would be that. The thing I can't hit, or track down. Can't beat into submission or eliminate entirely. This place. I'm good at what I do. Everyone knows how it goes. But here I'm only ever coming up against problems that aren't what I do.
"Alright, get up." Have to start somewhere.
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 08:14 am (UTC)Because it isn't one. It's not an answer.
It's a reflex.
And it's not going to do her any good.
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:19 am (UTC)"Go away," she told him.
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:21 am (UTC)Not that I plan on leaving even if she does get up, but I don't think she's in any state to fight, and I don't want her to fight.
'cept in a more general sense. Fight the urge to just give in and give up, that's what we need.
Admittedly maybe she'll just shoot me. I'd prefer it didn't come to that, but...
Well, she's hardly likely to leave me bleeding on the floor.
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:30 am (UTC)"Don't have to."
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Date: 2012-01-08 08:33 am (UTC)"You can go ahead and prove me wrong."
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Date: 2012-01-08 06:49 pm (UTC)"Please just go," she sighed. She could lift it, if she had to, just as she could get out of the bed. But she hadn't bothered once to go get food in the... however long it had been since she'd awoken to find Spike gone, and she felt tired.
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Date: 2012-01-09 08:37 am (UTC)"Not happening," I say. "Unless you're coming with. Scratch that. Until you're coming with."
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Date: 2012-01-10 01:57 am (UTC)"It doesn't matter. Nothing here matters. You stay, or you go. Right?"
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Date: 2012-01-16 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-16 10:45 pm (UTC)"Don't."
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:49 am (UTC)Maybe it'll kick in in a second or two. Looks like she's getting mad, which I'm for. Anything that isn't empty works.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:56 am (UTC)She pulled the hammer back and lifted the Jericho, hand incredibly steady.
"Ah'm'a shoot you."
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:58 am (UTC)I've stared down plenty of barrels of plenty of guns. Plenty of them were in hands as steady as this.
Used to have a healing factor backing me up, though.
"Otherwise, go ahead. Dragging me to the clinic would get you up and about, at least."
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:10 am (UTC)"You of all people... I just need t'be left alone, okay? You have to get that. I j-just-"
She stopped entirely, eyes closing for a moment, and when she opened them again the were dry and dull and she was back at zero.
"I just need to be alone. Now go away, or so help me, I will pull this trigger."
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:21 am (UTC)"Alone, maybe," I say. "Alone like this? Not even close. If I'm going, I'm coming back tomorrow."
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-17 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 01:44 am (UTC)"But I keep wakin' up 'n I'm still right here."
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Date: 2012-01-21 01:52 am (UTC)"Sitting around hoping you'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be fixed never works," I say. "But you don't need me to tell you that. We both already know it."
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Date: 2012-01-21 01:54 am (UTC)"Just gone. I swear that's all I'm askin' for."
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Date: 2012-01-21 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 02:58 am (UTC)Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the Jericho's grip.
"Guess it ain't," she said, turning her face toward the window.
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Date: 2012-01-22 03:19 am (UTC)Nothing I can do here. Not right now. Someone else might be able to get through to her, but all I can do is hope time'll do some good. And that maybe even if this kick in the pants doesn't do any good, the next one might.
"See you tomorrow."