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Title: Eighteen
Questions, Take Two
Author:
Terri
Email: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating:
PG
Summary:
Sequel to Eighteen Memories - Logan. Sabretooth and Rogue have a friendly,
civilized little chat. Well, not really.
Series:
Eighteen #7
Disclaimer:
None of them belong to me, sadly.
Archive:
Ask, and I'll be happy to.
Feedback:
Please! Pretty please?
Comments:
This part is really short, mostly to adhere to the "eighteen" format. I'm
getting a little obsessive about that, huh?
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"Well, well.
Good ta see ya again, baby."
"Stay right
there. Don't come any closer."
"Aw, ain't
you happy ta see me? Didntcha miss me? I missed you."
"Stay right
there."
"How you
gonna make me, frail? Hmm?"
"I-I'll
touch you."
"Ooh, I'm
scared."
"You should
be."
"You won't
do it. You ain't got the balls."
"You don't
think so? Do you remember me blowing your head off? Go ahead and try me."
"You don't
want me in your head, little girl."
"Why the
hell won't you just leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?"
"You got
somethin' I want, frail. I mean to get it."
"What do
you want to know? Huh? What Magneto knows about you? Is that it?"
"That's
it. And you're gonna tell me."
"Did you
ever think I might tell you if you just asked? That it's not necessary to
torture it out of me?"
"Maybe it
ain't necessary, but it sure as hell is a perk. 'Specially with you. I like
the taste of your blood, girl."
"What the
hell is wrong with you? God, you must be sick."
"Ain't no
sicker than that little runt you're runnin' with."
"You don't
know anything about him."
"That so?
I know he's the same as me. I know he's been fucked with and experimented
on same as me."
"What do
you know about that?"
"I'm the
one askin' the questions, frail."
"Not no
more, bub."
"Logan?!"
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