Just a little girl?

Wolverine/Rogue fanfic!

When the institute is attacked by the army, Rogue is among the captured students.
Stryker finds that she will fit perfectly into his X-23 program. 9 months later, she gives birth to a little girl, who not only has Logan's hair, but also his powers.
Being parents is one thing, but how will the couple handle it, when Stryker takes their child, and turns her into the weapon he intended?

Til AU konkurrence; mulighed nr 3

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6. chapter 6

When Rogue woke up the next morning, her first thought was, that maybe it had all just been a nightmare.

But somehow she knew that it wasn't. It was all too real... Damn it!

She turned around and realized that Logan was gone. He must have left after she had cried herself to sleep...

She pulled the cover tighter around herself, to just get back a bit of the safe feeling, that Logan had given her last night, but not even he, could take away the problem growing inside her...

Suddenly she felt her stomach contract, making her jump out off the bed, and rush to the bathroom!

After emptying her stomach, she just sat down on the floor, leaning her back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. Oh God, what should she do? She had just turned 20 and had barely finished high school. She was in no place to have a little baby...

A baby... She hadn't thought about it like that, since she found out... At first, all her focus had been on that it couldn't be possible, until she had realized the only way it could have happened. After that, she had only thought about the fact that she was pregnant because of Stryker's experiments…

"Pull yourself together," she mumbled. She stood up and grabbed her toothbrush, brushed her teeth and breathed her hair. She then walked back into her bedroom, where she got dressed, before she turned to the door.

She took a deep breath, before she left her room and walked down the hall.

She wasn't going to look for Logan. Something told her, that he needed some time alone, after last night... No she was heading to the Professor's office. She needed to talk to him about this.

She barely managed to knock, before she heard him say: "Come in, dear."

She hesitated a bit, before she walked in. "Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Rogue," he said. He was sitting at his desk. A closed book was lying in front of him, telling her that he had been reading. Good that meant she wasn't disturbing in the middle of something important. "Have a seat, dear."

She sat down in the chair in front of the desk, feeling a bit like a schoolgirl, who had been sent to the headmaster's office.

"Would you like some tea?" he asked, like he was trying to make it more comfortable for her.

"Oh... No, thanks, Professor," she answered quietly.

"How may I help you, dear?" he asked, jumping right to the point. Damn it! She wished that she had accepted his offer about the tea. At least that would have bought her some time.

"I... I need to talk to you..." she began. She wondered why he didn't just read her mind, instead of asking her. Probably to be polite to her, which she in any other case, would have appreciated, but right now, she almost wished that he would do it, so she wouldn't have to tell him. Maybe he had already read her mind, and just waited for her to tell him herself, to make her feel more comfortable, or something like that? Once again she took a deep breath, looking down. "I'm... pregnant," she heard her own voice say.

"I see," the Professor said.

Rogue looked up and was a surprised to see that there was no sign of judgment in his blue eyes. Only kindness. She wanted to say something, ask something… but she didn't know what...

"Does the father know?" the Professor asked.

"I don't know... I don't even know for sure who the father is..." she answered quietly. She did have an idea about who it was, but she didn't want to sell him out. Especially not if she was wrong. She quickly continued: "But it's not what you think! I didn't want this to happen... Stryker... he used me for an experiment and..." Suddenly she couldn't hold it back anymore. She thought, that she had gotten most of it out of her system last night, but once again the tears were running down her cheeks.

"Now, now, dear," the Professor said very softly. He drove the wheelchair to the other side of the desk, and took her hand. "I know it might seem to be the end of the world, but I can assure you, that it is not." He gave her a tissue.

"I... I don't know what to do, Professor," she cried as she dried her eyes.

"You need to do, what you, in your heart, feel is the right thing, dear. And I promise you, that no matter what your choice is going to be, no one here will judge you. If you choose that now is not the time, that you are going to have a child, it would be understandable. And if you choose to keep it, both of you will always have a home here."

Rogue looked into his friendly blue eyes. "Thank you, Professor."

o*o*o*

He didn't need a paternity test to know. He just knew, that he was the father. "I used to think you were one of the kind, Wolverine. But I was wrong." So this was what Stryker had meant... He had probably taken some DNA-samples from him when he went through the weapon X procedure. As Logan realized the truth, he felt himself get more and more angry. That fucking son of a bitch! He wanted to find the rest of the bastard's body and cut it into pieces, and...

It wasn't before Marie started to whimper in her sleep, that he realized that he had been tightening his grip around her, from pure anger. Shit! He quickly loosened his arm, and slowly, got out of the bed. Luckily she didn't wake up. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he found himself walking as fast as he could, nearly running, towards the exit. He had to get out. He needed air!

It wasn't before the cold air hit him, that he stopped and just breathed deeply, fist clenched. "Damn it," he growled, repeating the words louder and louder towards the sky, trying to let out at least some of the frustration, that nearly made him shake from pure anger: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" He frankly didn't give a shitty fuck, if he woke up anybody! That didn't matter to him! What mattered was Marie's condition. And what he was going to do about it...

He felt a very strong urge to go back to his room, pack his stuff and get the fuck out of here!

"You running again?" He could see the younger Marie, standing before him. But she looked so much more fragile and hurt, than he remembered... or maybe he just hadn't thought about it before now?

He wasn't sure, but no matter what, a new part, even stronger than the urge to run, told him that he had to stay... Damn it! Since when did he have a conscience?

"Since you met Marie," a voice inside of his head said. It was right.

Logan didn't want to admit it, but the girl had done something to him. She had somehow changed him from the person he had been before they met. He had actually started to care! And he knew, that he couldn't leave her behind now. Not when she was gonna need him the most... He let out a sigh, and lit a cigar. This was not gonna be easy...

o*o*o*

Logan spent the most of the day in his own room. He wanted to give Marie some space, and time to think. She was a smart girl, and he really hoped that she was going to make the right decision...

It was getting dark outside, when he finally pulled himself together and went to talk to her. He still hadn't figured out what exactly he was going to say, when he knocked on the door.

"Oh, hey there, Logan," Marie said when she opened the door.

"Hey," he said, as he walked in. Luckily Kurt and Jubilee weren't here... "So. How are you doing?"

"I don't know," she answered quietly. She walked past him and sat down on the bed. "Alright... I guess."

Logan just nodded. "Look, I know that this is gonna be a tough time..." he began, at the same time as she started to talk. "Sorry, you go first," he said quickly.

"I've talked to the Professor," she repeated.

"Oh. Good. So what did Wheels say?" he heard himself ask. Damn it, he was bad at this!

"Well... He said, that no matter what I choose to do, then I would always have a home here..."

"'Course you will," Logan said. He sat down beside her and put an arm around her. Rogue smiled weakly and leaned her head onto his shoulder. Logan softly kissed her hair. "It's not gonna be easy, but we're gonna help you through this, darling. And some day, in a couple of years, you'll have your family..."

Rogue sat up and looked him in the eyes, in one move. "What?" She blinked and shook her head in small moves. "Logan, I'm not... I'm not gonna have, an abortion."

Logan removed his arm from her. "What?! Marie..."

"I've been thinking about it all day, Logan. I can't go through with it. It's my baby..."

"No! Marie, you can't think of it like that!" Had she lost her mind?! "It is not a baby! It's a weapon!"

"It's not a weapon, Logan!" Marie said and stood up. "I know, that Stryker wanted to use it for his evil plans, but he is gone now!"

"That doesn't matter!" Logan said, much louder than he actually wanted to, as he stood up. "He didn't just use a random sperm, he chose the genes very carefully, to make sure that it wouldn't be weak or scared! It's going to be a murder-machine!" He felt himself shaking from pure frustration, and breathed heavily.

Marie just looked at him with an expressionless face, like she was waiting for him to get out what he wanted to say. She then took a deep breath, and looked into his eyes. "Do you really think that I haven't thought about that? Logan I know, that the genes won't make it easy. But if the child gets raised surrounded by love..."

Logan started to walk back and forth. He had to move, before he ended up breaking something. He was so angry... No, he was goddamn pissed! He was pissed at Stryker, for using his Marie, he was pissed at Marie, for not being able to see how horrible a mistake she was making, and most of all, he was pissed at himself! If he hadn't frozen, when he saw Stryker that fucking night, instead of gutting him down, and save Marie, this would never have happened!

"Logan, please," Marie said. "I want the baby. I'm not... happy... That Stryker did this to me, but... Ever since I was a kid, I've wanted to grow up and have my own family. Of course it would have to happen after my travel around the world, but... When I got my powers, I thought that it was never gonna be possible - not even after that I started to gain the control, but now..." Her voice cracked and she swallowed. "I want to focus on the positive part of this. I know that you think it's a bad and stupid decision, but to me it just feels right." She hesitated a few seconds before she said so quietly, that only Logan's strong hearing was able to catch it: "I just wished that you would be a little more supportive."

"Supportive?" he repeated. He clenched his fists. No! He couldn't let his anger control him. He breathed deeply a couple of times, before he was able to talk in an almost calm voice: "Marie? What do you expect me do to?"

"I don't expect anything, Logan," she said calmly, trying to hide the sadness, the question caused her. She loved Logan and she knew that he also cared about her, but she had learned long ago, that Logan wasn't the type of man, who you should have high expectations to. At least not if you didn't want to get disappointed.

"We both know that they used my DNA!" Logan said. "We both know that I'm the father!"

"Yes. I know. But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna hold you responsible. It's not like you knocked me up or anything."

"Well, that would have been better!" Logan heard himself say. He meant it. If they just had, had sex, the genes would be random. There was no doubt that they had used the fiercest and bloodthirsty genes, to make sure that it wouldn't fail.

Marie looked away from him. "Well, I'm sorry that, that isn't the case." She looked back at him and said: "But I'm still gonna keep the baby. And if you won't support me in my decision, then I guess, that is how it is going to be."

Logan sighed. "I'm sorry, Marie. I can't." That was all he said before he left her room.

o*o*o*

A week went by, where Logan and Rogue didn't speak to each other. They barely saw each other, and the few times they did, they avoided all kinds of eye contact.

Logan had no idea what to do. Four times, he had started to pack his bag, to get out of here, but each time he had ended up unpacking it again. There was just something in his guts, that told him, that he had to stay. But why? There was no way he could convince Marie not to have the child, she was way too stubborn for that.

Logan didn't remember much from his own childhood, except the night, where the man, who he had believed was his father was shot, and he killed his biological father, and then ran away with his half-brother, where they would do what they had to, to survive. Fight, steal, hurt people... The child would probably end up being like him, most likely worse... His father had never been there to teach him, how to behave, or how to control his powers... Maybe if the child had the right guidance, someone to teach it how to control itself...

No. No matter how much he wanted to be there and help Marie, there was no way, that he could help her raise the child. He wasn't made to have children. He would be a horrible father! He had spent fifteen years on his own, where all he had to care about, was himself.

Logan turned in the bed, looking out of the window. This was probably gonna be another sleepless night...

Logan found himself, walking into a very white room. It was so bright, that it hurt his eyes. At first he thought it was empty, but then he noticed a bed in the middle of the room. Marie was sitting in it, holding something wrapped in a white blanket. She looked up and smiled widely. Without a word, she handed him the baby. He looked down, at the bundle, and was about to remove the blanket from its head, when a cold, familiar voice, said: "One of the kind, just like you, Wolverine." 

Logan looked up, and saw that Stryker was sitting in the bed, instead of Marie. He reached for the baby, who had started crying. 

"No!" Logan yelled, cutting Stryker's arm off, but it just grew back! Logan turned around, and ran as fast as he could. He couldn't let Stryker take away his child! Even though he ran as fast as he could, it seemed like door got further and further away from him... "You can't protect it, Wolverine!" Stryker's voice resonated. "You can't protect it!"

Logan sat up in his bed, gasping. It had just been another nightmare! He pulled away the duvet and left the room. He knew that he wasn't gonna get any more sleep tonight, so there was no reason to stay in bed.

Instead, he just walked around the halls, until he decided to sit down, in the television room. He just sat there, thinking about that stupid nightmare. What the hell did it even mean? For some reason, it seemed like he wanted to protect the child...

Before he got to think anymore about it, he heard the sound of bare feet, walking down the hall, coming closer and closer. It didn't take long before he could smell her. She stopped in the door, when she saw him. She was holding a plate with a piece of cake.

"Oh... hey," she said.

"Hey," he answered. She looked like she couldn't decide whether to go in or leave.

"Can't sleep?"

"No, I... erh... got hungry and..." she looked down at the cake, and made an insecure giggle.

"Well, nobody is stopping you from sitting down and eat."

Marie got the hint and sat down beside him. Logan watched her as she ate the cake, and somehow felt like hadn't seen her in much longer than just a week. His eyes started to wander, and stopped at her belly, that still didn't show any signs of pregnancy. Suddenly he felt the same urge to protect the baby... just like he had felt in the dream...

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Marie asked, when she noticed.

"Because I'm sorry, Marie," he answered. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did."

Marie placed the plate on the table. "Logan, it's okay. I get it."

"No, it's not okay. I should have been there for you." He reached out and stroked her cheek. "Marie. Are you sure that you want to go through with this?"

She nodded. "Yes. I'm gonna have this baby Logan."

"Okay... Then I promise, that I'm gonna be there."

"Logan I told you: you don't have to..." she began.

"But I want to. I wanna help you raise this baby, Marie. Our baby."

She looked at him for a few seconds. "You really mean that?"

"Yeah. I do." She smiled happily, but briefly. "What made you change your mind?"

Logan hesitated. "The baby is gonna have my genes. I'm the only one, who can teach it to control itself."

"Is that the only reason?" Marie asked, when she noticed that he wasn't meeting her eyes.

"No," Logan admitted. "I'm also gonna do, because I love you."

Marie only hesitated, a few seconds, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Logan pulled her as close as possible, and kissed her back, passionately. "I love you, too, Logan!" she said.

Her hands started to wander towards the button in his pants, while his hand reached up under her nightdress. They had been longing for each other for so long time, by now, and tonight, they were finally gonna have each other.

o*o*o*

"Logan, there is someone, who would like to meet you," the Professor's voice sounded in his head. Holy shit!

It didn't take long for him, before he opened the door, to where Marie had spent the last hours. Everybody was standing around the bed, but as soon as they noticed that he was here, they stepped aside.

Marie was sitting in the bed. Her hair was wet from the sweat, but she was smiling so happily as she looked up from the bundle. Logan walked closer and sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"Is..." he began, but he had no idea what he was going to ask.

"It's a girl, Logan," Marie said.

"A girl..."

Marie nodded. "Do you want to hold her?"

"Yeah."

She carefully laid the bundle in his arms, and he looked down, to see, a small face, smiling to him. She was beautiful... "She is so small," he mumbled, without looking away from his daughter. His daughter... He had a daughter... He could hardly believe it. He was a father... The only thing that assured him that this was true, was the strong animalistic urge to protect the small child in his arms.

"Yeah," Marie said.

"What should we name her?" Logan asked. "Well... I've always liked the name `Laura´."

"Laura?" Logan repeated. "Yeah. Welcome to the world, Laura D'Ancanto Howlett." He carefully gave Laura back to Marie, and sat up in the bed beside her, so both of them were holding their daughter.

None of them noticed that the others had left the room.

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