coauthor:house/xmen:chase/rogue:myo: into temptation
Title:"Into Temptation" by Crowded House
Author(s): chasemd & justalilcontact (co-written)
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 14 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,131
Summary: Following from THIS, THIS, and THIS, Chase rushes to Xavier's after hearing Rogue's been seriously hurt on a mission gone wrong.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
In a muddle of nervous words
Could never amount to betrayal
The sentence is all my own
The price is to watch it fail
As I turn to go
You looked at me for half a second
An open invitation for me to go
Into temptation
Knowing full well the earth will rebel
Into temptation
Safe in the wide open arms of hell
Into Temptation - Crowded House
The drive to New York seemed to take forever. Chase realised he probably shouldn't even be driving, but by that point, he didn't care. He'd been at work all night, so he was operating on pure adrenaline of the shock that Rogue had been severely injured on her mission. There was a part of Chase that was angry; a sheer hate for the people she worked with for putting her in so much danger. He'd had this gut feeling ever since she'd left. It wasn't that he was psychic or anything, but she'd always been quite clear she was in dangerous situations, no matter what.
Now there was sickening worry she might not pull through, with the added pain of worrying if the baby was okay. Chase still didn't know how he felt about the pregnancy, but he seemed to be getting used to the idea. Not that either of them had enough time to process it all. As far as he was concerned, they were both still raw with the shock of it.
And now this. This, that had him standing on the doorstep of this fucking mansion banging on the door and hoping a demon who could read minds didn't answer. He felt like he wanted to throw up or cry. Although, he didn't want to do either in front of the wolf person who could smell people. All in all, Chase felt uneasy, out of place... and very very fucking scared.
Not much could wrench Logan away from Rogue's bedside, but at the insistence of a very adamant Dr. McCoy, he found himself wondering the halls and stretching his legs. At least up here he could smoke. The blue-grey tendrils curled from the tip of his cigar as he held it tightly between his teeth. The moment the banging started on the front door to the school, Logan was stalking through the foyer ready for a fight. Whoever was on the other side would be lucky to escape with anything less that his adamantinum claws to their throat.
He growled at one of the kids who were unlucky enough to be standing nearby, just trying to satisfy their own curiosity as to who could be coming to visit. It wasn’t like Xavier's saw many visitors that weren’t prospective students, or staff.
Logan wrenched open the door, hazel eyes narrowed as he looked at the blond man standing there all agitated and appearing as if he might be sick. Logan wasn't in the mood to have a grown man puke on his boots. "What the fuck do ya want?"
Chase grabbed hold of the doorjamb. "Rogue," he said with a cough. He'd run all the way from his car. Fuck, this was a scary looking bloke. If Chase could be certain his legs would hold him, he would've taken a step back. As it was, he was slightly unshaven and still in his scrubs from the night before. He really had figured changing would take too much time. "I need to see her. Or Logan. Him too. And some doctor I can't remember the name of."
Logan inhaled deeply: the scent of hospitals, sex, and cologne something that had been becoming familiar to him over the last month, or so. Hell, he could even pick up the tiniest hint of jasmine coming off this guy. He knew that scent belonged to Rogue alone.
"Rogue's doctor," Logan growled out as he gripped Chase around shoulders and got him inside. "I'm Logan."
To say that Chase was what Logan expected would be a lie, but then he wasn't Rogue. Who was he to say what her type was? He hadn't exactly been expecting to find her with that human ice tray all those years ago, either.
Chase realised he was being sniffed and while it unnerved him and made him self-conscious (he HAD just come off a twelve hour, very intense shift), he couldn't find it in him to protest. What could he say, anyway? Don't sniff me? Close your nose? Somehow, that didn't seem like it would go down well.
"Chase, Rob," he said distractedly, trying to ignore the extensive surroundings of the home. He got the feeling he was being watched and he shivered, feeling a cold creep up his back. "Where is she? I really need to see her. I need to see her doctor." For some reason, that hand on his shoulder felt almost comforting after the horrific thoughts that had spun through his head on the drive up here, despite how intimidating Logan’s appearance was.
"Right. Charlie told me." And maybe once this guy wasn't in such a state Logan would make a crack about Rogue and guys called 'Robert'. Still, 'Rob' was better than 'Bobby'. He started leading Chase through the halls, taking him to the elevator that would lead them to the lower levels. "Hank's probably still down there. I made him promise on penalty of finding his entire library in shreds to keep watching her. Just..." Logan frowned a little, and cleared his through, "try not to freak out when you see him, okay?"
He wasn't sure what Rogue had told him about any of the inhabitants at the mansion, so that was Logan's way of saying 'be prepared to see huge, blue, and furry'. He wasn't sure why he was still holding on to Chase. Guess somewhere deep down Logan was more capable of comfort and sympathy than he thought.
Chase swallowed. "Is he the blue German guy who likes trapezing or something? No, that's not what she called it." He rubbed his head. "Fuck. Seriously, I just spent the night slicing out a stomach tumour the size of a football. My... Rogue is lying somewhere in this palace and I can't help her... I'm unphaseable for the time being. Actually, let's just go with numb."
"Nightcrawler," Logan provided. "And no, they ain't the same. Different blue and furry." Logan watched him as they continued to ride the elevator down. The kid was really worried about Rogue. He wasn't sure why it surprised him, but it did. It wasn't that Rogue shouldn't have people that cared about her. It was just he hadn't met anyone that cared about her that much. Except for himself, and the little witch. "Palace?" Logan gave a snort. "I wouldn't be callin' a school rampant with snot-nosed mutant brats a palace. Hell, maybe."
The fact that the big lug did care about them was something he ignored.
The doors slid open, and Logan headed down a blue corridor. First time he'd woken up down here it had been disorientating to say the least. Now it was just normal to him. He plucked the cigar from his mouth, and took his hand off of Chase's shoulder long enough to extinguish it against his palm. The burn was gone again in moments. He tucked it away in his pocket for later.
"Blue and furry is a common thing then," Chase mumbled, still trying to shake the disoriented feeling. He felt like he was in a movie. He realised now how small and insignificant his own little bubble of life in Princeton was. He watched Logan extinguish the cigarette, his eyes intent, albeit red and tired. "We could use you in our Clinic," he said with a another swallow to wet his dry throat. It was only them he realised he was starting to shiver, the shock setting in and creeping over the numbness.
"I'm good for three things. Drinkin, fightin' and sex." Logan quirked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure you're not lookin' for any of those in that clinic of yours." He stopped just outside the med bay doors, and turned to face Chase. This time both hands rest on the guy's shoulders and his eyes narrowed a little as he looked the Aussie over. He didn't need his super senses to tell him the guy was more than a little off colour. "You sure you don't wanna rest before we do this?"
It's not like she's going anywhere, Logan thought to himself.
Chase met his eyes briefly, then closed his own, looking away and shaking his head. "No, I won't be able to rest until I see her anyway. I'm okay. Just lack of sleep and... scared," he admitted and then shoved his hand through his hair. "Fuck! This wasn't supposed to happen! She said she would be fine! She promised!" He pressed his fingers into the corners of his eyes, trying desperately not to cry.
Logan shifted his weight, and tried not to let the guilt show on his face. It was hard going since no one got to Logan like Rogue did. Even when she wasn't really around to get under his skin she did anyway. He felt an urge to apologise, and admit to failing her, but Logan couldn't quite find his voice. Instead he just gave a curt nod and hit the button to open the doors to the med bay.
He gently pushed Chase through them, once again using his hand on his shoulder to guide the younger man. Rogue's bed was a little way in, her still form recognisable from the white streak in her hair. Cuts and bruises covered her face, her body not ever sheltered by a blanket as it lay in nothing but a typical hospital gown. Her red-painted toes seemed to be the only part of her not bruised, or broken.
"Oh god," Chase sobbed, unable to hold back the tears any longer as he stumbled over to the bed. He touched the top of her head, his fingers slipping through her limp hair. "You should've stayed. I know was a cranky arse that night, but you should've stayed when I asked you to!"
He tried to brush the tears away, but more fell at a rapid pace. The doctor in him kicked in and he started examining her injuries, glancing around for a treatment chart. There was none.
Logan stayed back, his arms folding across his chest. He glanced off to his right when he heard--and smelled--Dr. McCoy, a look warning the Beast to stay back for now. This was a private moment between Chase, and Rogue. Even if they were still observing it.
There was no chart because Hank was holding onto it with his clawed hands. He pushed his glasses up his nose and watched the way the new comer was examining Rogue. He recognised a doctor when he saw one. Part of him wanted to offer the man Rogue's chart, but he wasn't ready yet to share what was on it with anyone. Not even Logan. It's why he kept it with him instead of by her bed.
Chase hadn't noticed the other person in the room yet. He'd even mostly forgotten Logan was there. His soul focus was Rogue. He was careful in touching her, but even with just his fingertips he could feel the breaks and the fractures throughout her body.
Inevitably, he reached her stomach, a feeling of dread coursing through him and weighing him down making him feel like he was wrapped in wet sheets. It was barely a touch as he rested his palm across her lower abdomen and finally looked up, first at Logan and his eyes finally falling on Rogue's physician, nothing but fear behind them.
"Oh my stars and garters," Hank muttered under his breath. So this blond man was the father. Curiosity had indeed been eating the doctor up, but he had not known whom to ask. In fact the only person he could ask was lying unconscious. "Logan, I wonder if you would be so kind as to leave us alone for a moment."
Logan cocked his head, eyes flicking between Beast and Chase. He knew something was going on, but he couldn't quite get a grasp on what exactly. "Why?"
Hank gave a shake of his head. "Please, Logan. I need a few moments with the young man." He looked at Chase, raising his eyebrows slightly as if to say 'unless you want him here'.
Chase was sure someone had just ripped the floor out from under him. He grabbed at the side of the bed to remain standing. He felt a couple of his tears drip down his face and drip onto his hand.
"Please. Please, you have to tell me it's okay," he rasped, looking between the two men. At that point he couldn't care less if House and the Prime Minister of Australia were standing in on the proceedings. He just needed to know.
The mystery clicked into place for Logan, and he couldn't help it when the claws released from between his knuckles with a snikt. It wasn't that he wanted to kill Chase; it was more the idea of those Friends of Humanity fuckers taking something away from Rogue like a child.
Dr. McCoy glanced at Logan to make sure he wasn't about to have to intervene, but when he was satisfied Logan wasn't actually about to tear his lab apart, he turned his attention back on Chase and gave a very slight shake of his head. "I'm so very sorry, young man. I would have done everything possible to save it, but..." he swallowed back a burgeoning lump in his throat. "I wish I could lie to you to save you the pain, but I think we all know that in the end that would do no good."
Logan had closed his eyes, his head dropping as he felt grief surge up inside him. Not to mention the guilt. If he'd have known, he'd never have pushed for Rogue to go on the mission. God, what had he done?
Chase made a noise that could only be described as a pained wail. "No," he sobbed, sinking down to the floor beside the bed. He drew he knees up and buried his face in his hands. How could this be happening? Not that he was entitled to be feeling like this because he'd hardly processed the fact she was pregnant, but the pain of loss coursed through him and it hurt. It hurt like he didn't think it ever could and faced with the fact at how seriously injured Rogue was, Chase was close to breaking down completely.
Logan's animal understood the wail better than any words. He clenched his jaw shut to keep himself from echoing it, realising he had no right to intrude on the man's grief. He retreated a few steps as he sheathed his claws, letting Hank be the one to go and check on the boy. He was good at comforting exactly one person, and she wasn't exactly in a position to need comfort right now.
He watched as the Beast crouched down beside Chase, a big blue arm circling around the man. It was a wonder the lab coat didn't split, but Logan just chalked it up to good tailoring. His mind went weird places sometimes. Hazel eyes flicked to Rogue, and choked back a sob as quietly as he could. Not only had he got her hurt, he'd killed her unborn child in the process. It'd didn't matter if the FoHers had been the ones wielding the weapons. Logan had been the one to ask her to go on the mission. He'd told her he'd needed her.
Looked like the doctor needed her more.
The tears were falling freely now, Chase making no stop to staunch them at all. "How did it happen? Please tell me she wasn't stabbed. I saw her thigh. God, if she was stabbed in her abdomen, she might not-" He broke off, sucking in a sharp breath in an effort not to vomit from the sheer shock.
Hank sighed, giving the man a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. He had never liked being the barer of bad news, and to him this was one of the worst kinds. "No, it wasn't a stab wound. From what I am able to tell from her extensive injuries it was most likely a simple punch to the stomach."
Though punches were never so simple, were they?
Chase closed his eyes, shaking his head and then dropping it forward again as if it suddenly became to heavy to hold up. How could someone do that? Not that he didn't know the answer to that. He'd seen plenty of horrific results of abuse over his time as a doctor. But it was never someone he loved before. Never someone he was so fucking petrified of losing that he felt like he was going crazy.
"Is she going to die?" he asked numbly, feeling himself trying to shut down to protect from the pain.
It was a long moment before Hank answered as he tried to find the best way to respond to that question. "I wish I could say for certain that she won't, but if you are a doctor as I suspect, then I should imagine you of all people will know that nothing is for certain when someone is still in a critical condition. And Rogue is still very much in a critical condition."
Logan growled low, the sound terrifying in the near silence of the med bay. His teeth were bared, and his brow arranged in a severe scowl. "She won't die if I have anythin' to say about it."
"Logan, we talked about this," Hank snapped.
"I don't give a good goddamn what she wanted before this happened. She's not allowed to die again." Logan stalked forward, ready to physically prove his point if need be.
Beast didn't rise to the bait, keeping his place by the young man. "You're not just messing with her body, Logan. You'll be inflicting even more of your charming personality on her. Do you really want to do that?"
"If it will save her life, yeah, I'm pretty sure I fuckin' do."
Chase's blood felt icy, the words 'die again' ringing sharply in his ears. He'd almost forgotten about that. She'd joked about it, and he knew about it, but he was realising now he hadn't really absorbed it. What if she didn't have another chance? He couldn't even begin to decide how he felt with two very scary people within close vicinity of him, one with claws that made Chase want to wet himself. Though, Logan knew now that Chase had gotten Rogue pregnant and hadn't killed him, so it was a bit of a start.
He stood up, shaking and unsteady on his feet and went over to Logan, gripping the sleeve of his shirt. "Do it." He pressed his lips together and drew a sharp breath through his nose. "Do it!" he shouted, his fingers tightening around Logan's arm. "I can't lose her! I love her!"
(ooc: Logan is hrtsevrytime)
Author(s): chasemd & justalilcontact (co-written)
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 14 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,131
Summary: Following from THIS, THIS, and THIS, Chase rushes to Xavier's after hearing Rogue's been seriously hurt on a mission gone wrong.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
In a muddle of nervous words
Could never amount to betrayal
The sentence is all my own
The price is to watch it fail
As I turn to go
You looked at me for half a second
An open invitation for me to go
Into temptation
Knowing full well the earth will rebel
Into temptation
Safe in the wide open arms of hell
Into Temptation - Crowded House
The drive to New York seemed to take forever. Chase realised he probably shouldn't even be driving, but by that point, he didn't care. He'd been at work all night, so he was operating on pure adrenaline of the shock that Rogue had been severely injured on her mission. There was a part of Chase that was angry; a sheer hate for the people she worked with for putting her in so much danger. He'd had this gut feeling ever since she'd left. It wasn't that he was psychic or anything, but she'd always been quite clear she was in dangerous situations, no matter what.
Now there was sickening worry she might not pull through, with the added pain of worrying if the baby was okay. Chase still didn't know how he felt about the pregnancy, but he seemed to be getting used to the idea. Not that either of them had enough time to process it all. As far as he was concerned, they were both still raw with the shock of it.
And now this. This, that had him standing on the doorstep of this fucking mansion banging on the door and hoping a demon who could read minds didn't answer. He felt like he wanted to throw up or cry. Although, he didn't want to do either in front of the wolf person who could smell people. All in all, Chase felt uneasy, out of place... and very very fucking scared.
Not much could wrench Logan away from Rogue's bedside, but at the insistence of a very adamant Dr. McCoy, he found himself wondering the halls and stretching his legs. At least up here he could smoke. The blue-grey tendrils curled from the tip of his cigar as he held it tightly between his teeth. The moment the banging started on the front door to the school, Logan was stalking through the foyer ready for a fight. Whoever was on the other side would be lucky to escape with anything less that his adamantinum claws to their throat.
He growled at one of the kids who were unlucky enough to be standing nearby, just trying to satisfy their own curiosity as to who could be coming to visit. It wasn’t like Xavier's saw many visitors that weren’t prospective students, or staff.
Logan wrenched open the door, hazel eyes narrowed as he looked at the blond man standing there all agitated and appearing as if he might be sick. Logan wasn't in the mood to have a grown man puke on his boots. "What the fuck do ya want?"
Chase grabbed hold of the doorjamb. "Rogue," he said with a cough. He'd run all the way from his car. Fuck, this was a scary looking bloke. If Chase could be certain his legs would hold him, he would've taken a step back. As it was, he was slightly unshaven and still in his scrubs from the night before. He really had figured changing would take too much time. "I need to see her. Or Logan. Him too. And some doctor I can't remember the name of."
Logan inhaled deeply: the scent of hospitals, sex, and cologne something that had been becoming familiar to him over the last month, or so. Hell, he could even pick up the tiniest hint of jasmine coming off this guy. He knew that scent belonged to Rogue alone.
"Rogue's doctor," Logan growled out as he gripped Chase around shoulders and got him inside. "I'm Logan."
To say that Chase was what Logan expected would be a lie, but then he wasn't Rogue. Who was he to say what her type was? He hadn't exactly been expecting to find her with that human ice tray all those years ago, either.
Chase realised he was being sniffed and while it unnerved him and made him self-conscious (he HAD just come off a twelve hour, very intense shift), he couldn't find it in him to protest. What could he say, anyway? Don't sniff me? Close your nose? Somehow, that didn't seem like it would go down well.
"Chase, Rob," he said distractedly, trying to ignore the extensive surroundings of the home. He got the feeling he was being watched and he shivered, feeling a cold creep up his back. "Where is she? I really need to see her. I need to see her doctor." For some reason, that hand on his shoulder felt almost comforting after the horrific thoughts that had spun through his head on the drive up here, despite how intimidating Logan’s appearance was.
"Right. Charlie told me." And maybe once this guy wasn't in such a state Logan would make a crack about Rogue and guys called 'Robert'. Still, 'Rob' was better than 'Bobby'. He started leading Chase through the halls, taking him to the elevator that would lead them to the lower levels. "Hank's probably still down there. I made him promise on penalty of finding his entire library in shreds to keep watching her. Just..." Logan frowned a little, and cleared his through, "try not to freak out when you see him, okay?"
He wasn't sure what Rogue had told him about any of the inhabitants at the mansion, so that was Logan's way of saying 'be prepared to see huge, blue, and furry'. He wasn't sure why he was still holding on to Chase. Guess somewhere deep down Logan was more capable of comfort and sympathy than he thought.
Chase swallowed. "Is he the blue German guy who likes trapezing or something? No, that's not what she called it." He rubbed his head. "Fuck. Seriously, I just spent the night slicing out a stomach tumour the size of a football. My... Rogue is lying somewhere in this palace and I can't help her... I'm unphaseable for the time being. Actually, let's just go with numb."
"Nightcrawler," Logan provided. "And no, they ain't the same. Different blue and furry." Logan watched him as they continued to ride the elevator down. The kid was really worried about Rogue. He wasn't sure why it surprised him, but it did. It wasn't that Rogue shouldn't have people that cared about her. It was just he hadn't met anyone that cared about her that much. Except for himself, and the little witch. "Palace?" Logan gave a snort. "I wouldn't be callin' a school rampant with snot-nosed mutant brats a palace. Hell, maybe."
The fact that the big lug did care about them was something he ignored.
The doors slid open, and Logan headed down a blue corridor. First time he'd woken up down here it had been disorientating to say the least. Now it was just normal to him. He plucked the cigar from his mouth, and took his hand off of Chase's shoulder long enough to extinguish it against his palm. The burn was gone again in moments. He tucked it away in his pocket for later.
"Blue and furry is a common thing then," Chase mumbled, still trying to shake the disoriented feeling. He felt like he was in a movie. He realised now how small and insignificant his own little bubble of life in Princeton was. He watched Logan extinguish the cigarette, his eyes intent, albeit red and tired. "We could use you in our Clinic," he said with a another swallow to wet his dry throat. It was only them he realised he was starting to shiver, the shock setting in and creeping over the numbness.
"I'm good for three things. Drinkin, fightin' and sex." Logan quirked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure you're not lookin' for any of those in that clinic of yours." He stopped just outside the med bay doors, and turned to face Chase. This time both hands rest on the guy's shoulders and his eyes narrowed a little as he looked the Aussie over. He didn't need his super senses to tell him the guy was more than a little off colour. "You sure you don't wanna rest before we do this?"
It's not like she's going anywhere, Logan thought to himself.
Chase met his eyes briefly, then closed his own, looking away and shaking his head. "No, I won't be able to rest until I see her anyway. I'm okay. Just lack of sleep and... scared," he admitted and then shoved his hand through his hair. "Fuck! This wasn't supposed to happen! She said she would be fine! She promised!" He pressed his fingers into the corners of his eyes, trying desperately not to cry.
Logan shifted his weight, and tried not to let the guilt show on his face. It was hard going since no one got to Logan like Rogue did. Even when she wasn't really around to get under his skin she did anyway. He felt an urge to apologise, and admit to failing her, but Logan couldn't quite find his voice. Instead he just gave a curt nod and hit the button to open the doors to the med bay.
He gently pushed Chase through them, once again using his hand on his shoulder to guide the younger man. Rogue's bed was a little way in, her still form recognisable from the white streak in her hair. Cuts and bruises covered her face, her body not ever sheltered by a blanket as it lay in nothing but a typical hospital gown. Her red-painted toes seemed to be the only part of her not bruised, or broken.
"Oh god," Chase sobbed, unable to hold back the tears any longer as he stumbled over to the bed. He touched the top of her head, his fingers slipping through her limp hair. "You should've stayed. I know was a cranky arse that night, but you should've stayed when I asked you to!"
He tried to brush the tears away, but more fell at a rapid pace. The doctor in him kicked in and he started examining her injuries, glancing around for a treatment chart. There was none.
Logan stayed back, his arms folding across his chest. He glanced off to his right when he heard--and smelled--Dr. McCoy, a look warning the Beast to stay back for now. This was a private moment between Chase, and Rogue. Even if they were still observing it.
There was no chart because Hank was holding onto it with his clawed hands. He pushed his glasses up his nose and watched the way the new comer was examining Rogue. He recognised a doctor when he saw one. Part of him wanted to offer the man Rogue's chart, but he wasn't ready yet to share what was on it with anyone. Not even Logan. It's why he kept it with him instead of by her bed.
Chase hadn't noticed the other person in the room yet. He'd even mostly forgotten Logan was there. His soul focus was Rogue. He was careful in touching her, but even with just his fingertips he could feel the breaks and the fractures throughout her body.
Inevitably, he reached her stomach, a feeling of dread coursing through him and weighing him down making him feel like he was wrapped in wet sheets. It was barely a touch as he rested his palm across her lower abdomen and finally looked up, first at Logan and his eyes finally falling on Rogue's physician, nothing but fear behind them.
"Oh my stars and garters," Hank muttered under his breath. So this blond man was the father. Curiosity had indeed been eating the doctor up, but he had not known whom to ask. In fact the only person he could ask was lying unconscious. "Logan, I wonder if you would be so kind as to leave us alone for a moment."
Logan cocked his head, eyes flicking between Beast and Chase. He knew something was going on, but he couldn't quite get a grasp on what exactly. "Why?"
Hank gave a shake of his head. "Please, Logan. I need a few moments with the young man." He looked at Chase, raising his eyebrows slightly as if to say 'unless you want him here'.
Chase was sure someone had just ripped the floor out from under him. He grabbed at the side of the bed to remain standing. He felt a couple of his tears drip down his face and drip onto his hand.
"Please. Please, you have to tell me it's okay," he rasped, looking between the two men. At that point he couldn't care less if House and the Prime Minister of Australia were standing in on the proceedings. He just needed to know.
The mystery clicked into place for Logan, and he couldn't help it when the claws released from between his knuckles with a snikt. It wasn't that he wanted to kill Chase; it was more the idea of those Friends of Humanity fuckers taking something away from Rogue like a child.
Dr. McCoy glanced at Logan to make sure he wasn't about to have to intervene, but when he was satisfied Logan wasn't actually about to tear his lab apart, he turned his attention back on Chase and gave a very slight shake of his head. "I'm so very sorry, young man. I would have done everything possible to save it, but..." he swallowed back a burgeoning lump in his throat. "I wish I could lie to you to save you the pain, but I think we all know that in the end that would do no good."
Logan had closed his eyes, his head dropping as he felt grief surge up inside him. Not to mention the guilt. If he'd have known, he'd never have pushed for Rogue to go on the mission. God, what had he done?
Chase made a noise that could only be described as a pained wail. "No," he sobbed, sinking down to the floor beside the bed. He drew he knees up and buried his face in his hands. How could this be happening? Not that he was entitled to be feeling like this because he'd hardly processed the fact she was pregnant, but the pain of loss coursed through him and it hurt. It hurt like he didn't think it ever could and faced with the fact at how seriously injured Rogue was, Chase was close to breaking down completely.
Logan's animal understood the wail better than any words. He clenched his jaw shut to keep himself from echoing it, realising he had no right to intrude on the man's grief. He retreated a few steps as he sheathed his claws, letting Hank be the one to go and check on the boy. He was good at comforting exactly one person, and she wasn't exactly in a position to need comfort right now.
He watched as the Beast crouched down beside Chase, a big blue arm circling around the man. It was a wonder the lab coat didn't split, but Logan just chalked it up to good tailoring. His mind went weird places sometimes. Hazel eyes flicked to Rogue, and choked back a sob as quietly as he could. Not only had he got her hurt, he'd killed her unborn child in the process. It'd didn't matter if the FoHers had been the ones wielding the weapons. Logan had been the one to ask her to go on the mission. He'd told her he'd needed her.
Looked like the doctor needed her more.
The tears were falling freely now, Chase making no stop to staunch them at all. "How did it happen? Please tell me she wasn't stabbed. I saw her thigh. God, if she was stabbed in her abdomen, she might not-" He broke off, sucking in a sharp breath in an effort not to vomit from the sheer shock.
Hank sighed, giving the man a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder. He had never liked being the barer of bad news, and to him this was one of the worst kinds. "No, it wasn't a stab wound. From what I am able to tell from her extensive injuries it was most likely a simple punch to the stomach."
Though punches were never so simple, were they?
Chase closed his eyes, shaking his head and then dropping it forward again as if it suddenly became to heavy to hold up. How could someone do that? Not that he didn't know the answer to that. He'd seen plenty of horrific results of abuse over his time as a doctor. But it was never someone he loved before. Never someone he was so fucking petrified of losing that he felt like he was going crazy.
"Is she going to die?" he asked numbly, feeling himself trying to shut down to protect from the pain.
It was a long moment before Hank answered as he tried to find the best way to respond to that question. "I wish I could say for certain that she won't, but if you are a doctor as I suspect, then I should imagine you of all people will know that nothing is for certain when someone is still in a critical condition. And Rogue is still very much in a critical condition."
Logan growled low, the sound terrifying in the near silence of the med bay. His teeth were bared, and his brow arranged in a severe scowl. "She won't die if I have anythin' to say about it."
"Logan, we talked about this," Hank snapped.
"I don't give a good goddamn what she wanted before this happened. She's not allowed to die again." Logan stalked forward, ready to physically prove his point if need be.
Beast didn't rise to the bait, keeping his place by the young man. "You're not just messing with her body, Logan. You'll be inflicting even more of your charming personality on her. Do you really want to do that?"
"If it will save her life, yeah, I'm pretty sure I fuckin' do."
Chase's blood felt icy, the words 'die again' ringing sharply in his ears. He'd almost forgotten about that. She'd joked about it, and he knew about it, but he was realising now he hadn't really absorbed it. What if she didn't have another chance? He couldn't even begin to decide how he felt with two very scary people within close vicinity of him, one with claws that made Chase want to wet himself. Though, Logan knew now that Chase had gotten Rogue pregnant and hadn't killed him, so it was a bit of a start.
He stood up, shaking and unsteady on his feet and went over to Logan, gripping the sleeve of his shirt. "Do it." He pressed his lips together and drew a sharp breath through his nose. "Do it!" he shouted, his fingers tightening around Logan's arm. "I can't lose her! I love her!"
(ooc: Logan is hrtsevrytime)