AN - This is my first attempt into this fandom, so please try to be kind. This is a one shot which I normally hate, but it seemed right with this pairing for me only to write a one shot. Also this story is in first person, so to aid those who don't know what that means below is what dictionary . com says is first person. - The only reason i'm putting what a first person story is, is because I had posted a story (in a diffrent fandom) on ff . net and it was deleted because it was a "list". So no offence ment.

first person-n.

The grammatical category of forms that designate a speaker or writer referring to himself or herself. Examples of forms in the first person include English pronouns such as I and we and verb forms such as Spanish hablo "I speak." A discourse or literary style in which the narrator recounts his or her own experiences or impressions using such forms: a novel written in the first person.

Hence this is a fanfiction set in first person, where the character that is refered to as "I" is Rogue.

Searching

I know as I sit here by my window as it rains, that it's been too many months to count the days, hours or minutes anymore.

I used to, when you first left. I'm still not sure how I've made it this far.

Not only with missing you but just living.

You told me when you left that you would be searching for something. I thought great, while you're out in the world changing, growing, I will be stuck her in this mansion like an old maid. I never thought that you wouldn't be the only one searching.

But I was wrong. I have been searching. Searching to find how I fit in with these people. How to not hate Jean Gray. How to be normal in this un-normal place. And searching for where you fit in. Where that beast that I had come to love in such a short time, where Logan fit in. My heart split up so randomly, momentarily with one then the other, but the moment that you stepped into my life all I saw was you.

At first I was positive that it was some sisterly feelings, then more along the lines of great friends but that still was not right. When one day eating with Professors, Scott, Storm and Xavier I felt a tingle coming from the dog tags that are yours.

I always wear them, no matter what I do not take them off. When I felt this tingle I was suddenly worried. I quickly told Professor Xavier what I felt. I don't know why but this man I could trust.

I think just like you I had gotten use to not having anyone that I knew would not betray me. So when the Professor came along we both reached out to this man. The next thing I knew Scott was sent out to where you were. He told me he had found you out like a light. My Logan, who can heal any wound, was hurt. There were signs of some magnetic force where you were found. The first thought, Magneto, but that was impossible he was locked away and the Professor had just seen him. So Scott healed you up as best he could, warming you by giving you blankets, and then left. He knew that you would have thrown a fit at seeing him there.

That was months ago. Still no word from you for me. Have you forgotten me? I haven't forgotten you; people think I have because Bobby and I are dating. The truth is that he doesn't love me and I don't love him. Hell he's batting for the other team. We date so know one knows. We kissed once, it was just wrong. He is my brother not my "sugar". He takes care of me though, while your gone, searching. He loves another just as I do. I love you. So you just keep on searching out there, and I'll be sitting here by my window as it rains, searching.