Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: Not Me
Distribution: Anyone who already has my fic, anyone who asks for it, http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/xfic.html [my site]
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or the song "Why Can't I be You?" by The Cure. No copyright infringement is intended. Don't sue me. Please?
'Ship: none officially. Intense mention of L/J.
Classification: angst, POV
Summary: Logan/Rogue thinks about Jean.
Rating: R
Spoilers: the movie
Feedback: to wilde_moon@yahoo.com ifn ya really like me
Notes: The graphic for this story can be found at http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/notme.html

You're so gorgeous I'll do anything
I'll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins
You're so perfect you're so right as rain
You make me
Make me hungry again

Everything you do is irresistible
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can't I be you?

Beautiful and sexy and indescribable.

I want her.

I want her so badly I can almost taste it. I want to feel myself with her, my arms wrapped around her, my lips on her skin, my hands in her hair. I want to know what it's like to make love to her. I want to make her mine.

I'll run around in circles Til I run out of breath I'll eat you all up Or I'll just hug you to death You're so wonderful Too good to be true You make me Make me hungry for you

Everything you do is simply delicate Everything you do is quite angelicate Why can't I be you?

Brilliant and thoughtful and amazing.

I need her.

I need her in my life. She is my life. I need to hear her voice as I sleep, as I wake. I need to get as close to her as possible, let her soul become mine, her mind my own, her thoughts as much a part of me as her. I need her to be mine.

You turn my head when you turn around You turn my whole world upside down I'm smitten I'm bitten I'm hooked I'm cooked I'm stuck like glue You make me Make me hungry for you

Everything you do is simply dreamy Everything you do is quite delicious Why can't I be you? Why can't I be you? Why can't I be you?

I can't tell where I am. I seem so young. I feel so soft. I'm me but I'm not. It's not cold enough for gloves. Everything feels wrong. Everything but her. She's whispering to me, soft but firm, holding me against her chest. I can't think, can only breathe her in. I want to take her, but there are others there. I look around to see better. I need to be rid of them, to make them all go away. I need her alone.

But there I am. I'm lying on a stretcher. Blood everywhere. Bandaged. I look like death.

Not me. Not me. Not me.

I moan and pull away from her. My mind is clouded with something more than desire.

Not me. Not me. Not me.

She's asking me if I'm alright, and I am. I tell her I am. I'm not. I'm dying. I can see it. But I can't feel it. I should feel it the way I feel her against my side. I can smell her fear.

Not me. Not me. Not me.

There are tears in my eyes because I want her.

Not me. Not me. Not me.

Logan.

THE END

Well? Any thoughts? Anybody like? Hate? Any feeling at all? Should I stop eating sugar and drinking caffeine? *G*