Owner	Pose
Logan	Rogue finds her way in the danger room and she does have access to Logan's programs. His are named after locations, objections or something similar save for one. That program is simply called "Jimmy." Maybe it's the way it stands out. Maybe it's the fact it's the only human-based noun. Maybe it's just dumb luck. She starts up the "Jimmy" program. Everything in the room changes. It's a lush forest with various snow covered spots here and there. Like the change between fall and winter, or winter and spring. The snow is healthy, but so is the orange glow of a rising sun in the morning. Standing across from rogue is a man with his back turned. He's wearing black fatigues that feed into combat boots. On his torso is a dark green tank top. The man's muscular, short and a little hairy. The Danger room will chime in, "Safety protocol disabled." The person whips around and in their hands is a SIG SG 550, a military grade assault rifle. No words, just the gun barking as the person empties the clip in Rogue's direction. They keep shooting until "click!" The person drops the gun and pulls out two large hunting knives. That's when Rogue can see, what she probably suspects, Logan's staring at her. However, this is different. His eyes are cold, calculating and they lack any warmth that she sees. Even in his dark moments, there's some level of restraint. Right now, there is none. Rogue's dealing with his answer to Anna Marie. Jimmy would hurt her with military precision and a ruthlessness. What kind of man would get involved with Weapon X? Not a good one, if he volunteered. A simple question that keeps Logan up at night, and some fternoons.
Rogue	Rogue's ears flick as soon as she hears that the safety protocols are off. Her head tilts just so as she slowly begins to walks towards the man with his back turned towards her. Then he turns around. She sees him. Sees the gun he's carrying. Very little reaction time is allowed before bullets begin to fly in her direction, but she gets just enough of a sense of danger that she leaps into the air to be missed by any gunshots. When the magazine seems empty, she shifts to head towards a tree, landing on a steady limb to crouch and watch the man approach. The man with cold eyes and hunting knives. And she knows what this one is capable of. What Logan is capable of. If she's not very careful, she could get hurt in a big way. There's only a rustling of leaves to signal where she might have been and where she has gone until a limb of a tree comes flying towards the ground right at 'Jimmy' and his head.
Logan	Jimmy hears that rustle and tosses a knife toward it. He has good aim. The knight may hurt whoever is there. And it mayu just land into the tree coming at him. He moves to the left with one knife in hand. There's no panic in the motion. He's just avoiding the log like people avoiding each other in a grocery store. And so now he watches, waits for Rogue to strike. Jimmy "thinks" this is a distraction. So, the senses are looking for the real target. The woman.
Rogue	The aim is good. Rogue didn't consider a knife being thrown back at her, so while she's trying to move away from where she had thrown the log, there's a sudden and sharp pain in her side. This doesn't bode well with her trying to move quickly and so she misses her step and crashes from the tree tops down onto the ground, landing on her side opposit of where the knife's plunged itself. So at least there's that. "Compu--....agh...computer...pa-pause...program..." She tries to speak the words but the computer may not recognize the command with it broken up like that.
Logan	Jimmy readies the other knife when the command goes out. Jimmy stills. The hologram has a little interference, kind of like static on a television. Rogue knows the program is paused now. And to confirm it the danger room chimes in, "Safety Protocol On." The knife inside of Rogue is still there because she didn't "end" the program.
Rogue	Rogue isn't going to take any chances. If the knife disappears but the wound is still there, chances are she can bleed out. There's no way she would get anywhere in time to help herself without assistance. Hopefully someone has their comm on, or at least near them, as she reaches into the pocket of her suit to grab her earpiece and turns it on. "Hello? Ca-can anyone read me? It's..R-Rogue...I'm hurt. In...in the...danger room..."
Logan	People would rush to Rogue. It may be a blur to her, but a few people go running to the dantger room. They get her to the med lab quickly. Everything's a blur until everything goes black. Rogue will come to a good hour later. Maybe two. The wound is cleaned, bandaged, wrapped and has good stitching. Logan will be there looking at her. "What caused that?" Logan thinks it's one of -her- programs that did that. He doesn't know which one. So, the man will ask the question. "And how bad is it? People saying you'll be fine, just need to give it a little bit."
Rogue	Rogue blinks a couple times as she comes to and then looks over at Logan when he asks those questions. She swallows back a lump in her throat and shifts her gaze back to the ceiling. Lucky her the lights are dim. "Oh I.. I was just messing around with a program.. got a little carried away." She says - which is mostly true. Then she looks down at herself and back to him. "Was probably pretty bad. I think the hunting knife was a few inches in...give or take."
Logan	"Hunting knife?" Logan asks with a raised brow. That's a little specific. He will give her the benefit of the doubt. "Next time you'll know to keep safeties on," because Logan knows to get this hurt by the danger room someone had to remove the protocols. And Logan knows Rogue does this with ehr programs. Logan watched her turn the protocols off the other night.
Rogue	Rogue takes a breath. She can't keep it from him, it wouldn't be fair. "...I was running one of your programs. Was looking through them, just getting an idea of what you run and where the locations are." She admits. "Then I saw this one. Just named Jimmy. And I got curious..." Leaving it at that for the moment, pain's enough that she shifts a bit, winces and then lets out a slow breath.
Logan	Logan's quiet for a moment. "I had my suspicions, but I was givin' ya the benefit of the doubt." He's quiet again. "My past who I was, I can only guess sometimes. Jimmy is the odds on favorite. I run the program when I need to remind myself I ain't a monster. The line between animal n' monster blur sometimes," he admits honestly looking back at her. Letting Rogue see why the program exists and why it's dangerous.
Rogue	"Yeah well... we promised no secrets... and that woulda been a secret..." Rogue says as she looks to him. "You're nothing like him...goddess bless...there was nothing in those eyes but cold. I'm surprised I didn't get mauled by the bullets first...and I didn't expect him to throw the knife." Explaining that much more as she shifts to sit up a bit, wincing as she does so, then pushes buttons to shift the bed itself to sit her up at an angle. "You're not a monster, Logan."
Logan	A nod comes from him, "Appreciate it." and then he listens to her. "We don't know the kinda man that asked fer this," and a "shnkt!" cuts through the room. The "shnkt" echoes again as they go back in. "And I worry 'bout the animal. What if he loses control?" Logan aks, but she has faith in him. Those lats words do give him some kind of hope. "Thanks," he says reluctantly.
Rogue	Rogue shifts a bit, IVs and the like be damned in this moment. Even as she grunts from pain, she'll manage to turn around to face him, to lift up the hand of the non-IV'd arm and cups his cheek. "To hell with the man who wanted what happened to you. That's a consequence of a man long gone. You've come miles away from that person. I can understand needing to unleash the animal...it's a part of you...but that does not make you a monster. What I see in your eyes? I see YOU, Logan. And I love you. All of you."
Logan	Logan starta to smile a little bit when she fights against all of the medical restraints. His gaze on her as she cups his chin. "Careful darlin'. I'm..."and he wants to answer it with a comment. A little bit of snark to misdirect. However, he will move away from those comments and say, "Means a lot darlin'. I'll always question myself. Just less wit' you around," he nods. "I love ya, too."
Rogue	Rogue squints a little. "You're...what? Come on...you can't almost say somethin' and then not say it at all. Ain't fair..." She says this and she'll stick to that, trying to get him to complete that thought. Even after he says the rest, and she smiles a little, leaning up to offer him a quick kiss before she has to shift back into bed because sitting up right now HURTS. "...Guess it'll be a bit before we can have any fun again, eh?"
Logan	"I ferget," Logan's honest on that. Ocean blue eyes look back to her for a moment. Kissing her softly on the lips before she lays down. "If I go nuts, I could always let ya borrow the power," it's an idle comment that's more truth than anything else. It's not out of the realm of possibility.
Rogue	"It's a thought. Something to keep in the back pocket. I'd want it to be done in a controlled environment." Rogue says, honestly. "I wouldn't want to hurt you." And maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she's got a decent enough hold on her power. Her -true- power. But she hasn't used it in a long while, so it's anyone's guess at this point. "Are you going to stay here all night? I doubt they're going to let me go to my own room just yet."
Logan	Logan listens to Rogue talking about holding onto the idea for later use. He moves toward a simple white chair in the room. "Not the first time I passed out in a chair," he says softly. Ocean blue eyes looking at her and he nods before going to sit down.