The first time it had happened he had come back, his hands were bound by a promise that he had made to her, to Rogue. Those big, wide eyes asking him in that little voice, with that sweet vaguely Midwestern to stay with her.

Of course, the curiosity of finding something new about his ever-cloudy past had lured him away, despite the pangs of guilt that he felt and the sinking suspicion that she might land herself in further danger.

Logan remembered the day well, it was very cold, and the snow had frozen, making it crunchy and slippery. The steps to the mansion had been plastered in ice, he watched as two kids slipped and fell on their asses as he left Scott's bike on the driveway.

His pack was slung over his shoulder and he had walked in with ease, feeling like he was home. The long elegant hallway was familiar and he strode through, stopping in the archway to the living room.

That's when he had seen her. Her hair was black, so was the majority of her outfit, it suited her, made her look grown-up. His protective instincts flared up though, when he caught sight of the cocky asshole with her. She was playing around with him on the couch, he was trying to pry off one of her black gloves for a touch of her white skin, and she was trying to wrestle away with a shy smile.

Then her eyes raised and the cocky douche was left alone as she ran at him with a happy cry. Logan was unprepared for the armful as she jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and squeezing on for dear life. "Logan!" she whispered into his jacket. "Logan you're back!"

"'Course I'm back kid." He answered gruffly, emotion swelling up in his throat at the sight of her again. "I made a promise didn't I?" She looked at him, her grin exposing too many teeth. The boy watched with unbridled envy at the pair, Logan bit back a snarl as he saw the hormonal face and his eyes, watching Rogue's body as she untangled herself from him.

Several kids nodded to him, whom he returned, but mainly his attention stuck to the girl before him. The animal side of him, Wolverine, thought of her as his. His possession, which he must guard and protect, his to keep safe from anyone that might harm her, including the jerk-off sitting on the couch. "Do you like it?" she asked in that sweet little Midwestern accent, motioning to her clothing and hair. He raised an eyebrow and she giggled hugging him again, he smelled strawberry shampoo.

"I like your hair." He admitted, she beamed with pleasure at the compliment his eyes began to wander a bit.

Her gloves were black lace, going up to her elbows, but the shirt exposed white shoulders and a barren neck, that's when he saw his dog tags.

There, nestled into her cleavage, his old ID tags that he had pressed into her hand as solid proof he would return to her. Logan swallowed uncomfortably, he hadn't thought about her actually wearing them. They looked nice on her, helped draw attention to the subtle swell of her breasts. Rogue's followed his eyes as she looked down; misinterpreting his gaze she hurriedly removed the tags and handed them to him.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't want to lose them, they stayed on me at all times." He looked at the tags and held his palm open, watching them clatter together into his hand, her body heat making them still warm.

This was the time the asshole decided to make his surprise guest appearance, coming up behind Rogue and drawing her into his arms. Logan had given him the worst look he could muster at the moment, his fists clenching around the tags that she had just given him. "Oh!" Rogue said, remembering him. "Logan you've met Bobby he's my-,"

"I'm her boyfriend." The douchebag interrupted, extending a hand which he grabbed firmly. The boy then froze his hand so Logan was forced to let go first, he wanted to punch the smug look off the kid's face right away but knew it would cause upset in the house.

"How long are you stayin'?" Rogue drew his attention back as she swatted Bobby away from her.

Logan watched in amusement but shrugged. "Probably just the night." She pouted heavily but made no move to protest, instead, she sobered up considerably, eyes more serious.

"Are you still looking?" she asked. Logan nodded slowly, reaching into his pack to get a cigar.

"Yeah," he lit it, Rogue wrinkled her nose.

"Those things are so nasty!" she complained, he raised an eyebrow.

"I've got to go see the professor." He said, "Thanks for my these." He held the dog tags up and Rogue flushed happily, waving her goodbye.

"Come and see me when you're done!" she called. He nodded and looked Bobby at once more before leaving for the lower levels of the mansion.