Ryromaniac, who is one of my favorite faithful readers came up with the original plot for this fic. Thank you so much!


Warning: Before the flames start lapping at my back, Scott always kind of bugged me in the movie, and I envisioned him as having a bit of a dark side that would emerge if provoked. So, this is one of the variations of Scott that I have in my head. As with most Rogan fics, Jean is kind of an ice queen. It's alright if you feel like kicking any or all of the main characters in the head at one or all points of this fic. I like strong reactions.

Rating: Would it be one of my fics if it was rated anything but M?

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE

In this fic, Jean didn't "die" at the end of X2. Let's just say that she performed her famous water trick while ON the jet (still not getting why she couldn't do that in the movie...but whatevs). X3 NEVER happened, therefore, Scott and the professor are both alive and well and everyone still has their powers.

This takes place two years after Alkali Lake. Scott and Jean are still "just" engaged.


Marie fiddled with her gloves as she sat on the couch in the library, cursing her mutation. Jubilee had accidentally brushed up against a piece of her bare arm during the school's summer picnic the previous month and she'd nearly rendered her friend unconscious.

Jubilee told her not to worry about it, but she'd heard the other students start to complain about how dangerous she was.

If Logan had been there, no one would have said a thing. Everyone knew Rogue was under The Wolverine's protection and wouldn't dare offend her if Logan were within miles of the school.

But he was gone, and had been for nearly two years. He would call every few weeks to check in and talk to her though.

During his last phone call, he could hear the sadness in her voice. After a few minutes of the usual small talk, Logan groaned, "Cut the shit kid...somethin's wrong. I can hear it in your voice."

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone line before Marie sighed, "I accidentally touched Jubes...I almost killed her by bumpin' into her."

Logan ran a hand through his hair as he stood in the phone booth, "Shit...sorry, kid."

"I don't think it's safe for me to be around people."

"Don't start..."

Marie furrowed her eyebrows, "Don't start what?"

"Don't start gettin' all down on yourself. Yeah, your mutation sucks, but you belong at that school. It's safe for you...that's what matters most."

It always brightened her day when he reminded her how much he cared about her safety...even if it was in his own gruff, slightly insensitive way. Marie smiled a little, "Yeah...maybe you're right."

"Always am."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever, Wolverine."

He chuckled at that. He liked it when she called him "Wolverine". For some reason, when she said it, her voice lowered into a sexy murmur and her southern drawl made it roll off of her tongue. It was like an ear-gasm to him.

Speaking of sexy and 'gasms', "How's Jean? Still leadin' Scott around by the collar?"

Marie looked around and lowered her voice a little, "Yeah. I think they're about to set a date...poor Scott probably thought they would stay engaged for the rest of their lives."

He grunted a little.

Despite what people thought, Logan had pride...and that pride wouldn't allow him to keep pining after a woman who was obviously never going to give into his advances. He'd started to let Jean go the night before Alkali Lake when the fevered kisses they shared didn't get him anywhere but alone in his tent with a hard on.

Now, he was in between casual fucks. The ones with the big tits, short skirts and personalities as interesting paper bags. But he wasn't with them for the company.

He had Marie for that.

"I miss you, Logan...when are you comin' back?"

He smiled into the phone, "I'll be back 'fore you know it, kid."

"Good. You know how misery needs company."

"Yeah, yeah...put Chuck on the phone."

Marie smiled, "Ok...bye Logan."

He paused for a second as he let the way she said goodbye twirl around him, "Bye Marie."

And she was gone. Her soft southern twang was soon replaced by the professor's warm, yet ridiculously proper dialect, "Logan. Wonderful to hear from you again."

"Likewise. Are any of those little runts givin' Rogue problems about her powers?"

The professor let out a soft sigh, "She's going through a rough time...but I believe I may be able to help her."

"Great. Do it."

"I think I may need your help...in order to help Rogue."

He barely hesitated for a second before blurting, "I'll hit the road tomorrow."


Marie was finally back in her room after a long day of being covered from head to toe. As an 18th birthday present (and as a thanks for agreeing to stay on as an X Man and teacher), Rogue received her own room.

She was allowed to walk around and sleep in as little as she pleased.

It was a rare moment when she wore more than panties to bed. Luckily...tonight was a rare moment. She was wearing panties and a spaghetti strapped tank top that was almost sheer.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door followed by Jubilee's panicked voice, "Roguey, it's me." Marie opened the door to find a flustered Jubilee, "Got any tampons?"

Marie rolled her eyes at her friend and went into the bathroom to grab a few from a box, "Gosh girl...you do this every month. I'm gonna have to start chargin'."

"Thanks, chica. You're a life saver!" Jubilee took a couple of tampons from Marie and shrugged a little, "I only need two. I'm goin' to the store tomorrow...promise."

Marie tried to hand Jubilee the other two in her hand, "You know how you forget...just take 'em."

"Nope, I'm good! Thanks girly. Nighty night!"

And the firecracker was gone. Marie happily shed her robe and plopped down on her stomach on the bed with her book. When she heard another knock on the door, she simply rolled her eyes and kept reading.

Marie knew it was Jubilee. She'd changed her mind about those last two tampons.

"Come on in", she called without turning her head back toward the door. Marie kept her head down, reading her book.

Scott's POV

Jean was busy with the professor, so Scott decided to see if Marie was awake so that they could hang out. She had become his closest friend in the mansion.

He'd tried talking to Storm, but if he spoke too freely about his relationship with Jean, it would get back to her. They were best friends, after all.

Kitty was too immature and Jubilee was infamous for her big mouth...so he gave Marie a whirl. He hit the friend jackpot with her.

She was patient, understanding, selfless and wise beyond her years. Whenever he was feeling down or dealing with one of Jean's "moods", Marie was there to offer comforting words of consolation or put a smile on his face with her wicked sense of humor.

It didn't hurt that she was easy on the eyes...especially right now.

He was absolutely sure he heard her tell him to come in...which was why he was exceptionally surprised to get an eye full of her delicious ass cheeks as they billowed out of the bottom of her skimpy panties.

She laid sprawled on the bed on her stomach facing away from him...wearing very little.

It took him a moment to find his voice, "Uhh..."

Marie gasped and sat up, "Scott! Crap! I thought you were Jubes...sh-she was just here."

She jumped up and grabbed her robe from a nearby chair. Scott didn't want to admit it, but he was very very sad to see all of that beautiful, pale flesh get covered.

The blush on her face was deep red, "Sorry about that. What's up?"

He shook his head, "Just dropping by. Wanted to see if you wanted to hang out...I see you started the book."

Scott sat down on her bed and picked up the abandoned copy of Their Eyes Were Watching God.

She nodded and slowly relaxed, happy that he seemed unaffected by her recent, near naked state.

"Yeah. It's a good read. Thanks for the suggestion...where's Jean?"

He tossed the book back to the bed and shrugged, "With the professor...she's having control issues again."

Marie's face drooped into an expression of sympathy as she sat down next to him and rubbed his back, "Sorry hon. I know it's hard, but the professor can help her. I mean...all relationships are hard. Every couple deals with their fair share of issues."

"Does every couple get into arguments because of things the guy thinks? I mean...I got in trouble because we were watching 'Transformers' the other day and I happened to think a little something about Megan Fox..."

Marie laughed a little, "She IS hot...I'd hit that."

Scott laughed, "Ironically enough...that's exactly what I said...in my head, that is."

Marie playfully shoved him and laughed harder before standing and pulling him up with her by the sleeve of his shirt, being careful not to touch his bare skin.

She began pulling him toward the door, but he hesitated, "Where are we going?"

"You're in a bad mood and I'm feelin' snacky...to get chocolate of course."

A half hour later, they were in the kitchen, laughing over their perspective bowls of chocolate ice cream. Jean walked in, having heard the laughter. For a moment, she was jealous. She and Scott never laughed freely anymore.

Their relationship had turned into a constant angst-fest. If she wasn't fretting over her the gaining intensity of her powers, he was getting in trouble for random thoughts that she thought were too inappropriate or insensitive.

Scott straightened at the sight of the willowy red head. Marie smiled and waved her in, "Jean! Come on in. We're havin' ice cream. Want some?"

Jean's steely gaze fell to her fiance, who acted as if smiling and slouching was some sort of violation of Jean-policy.

He was just busy trying to clear his head of the little inappropriate thoughts he had been having about Rogue ever since his run-in with her skimpy nightwear.

Jean glanced at Marie and spared a slight smile, "No thanks...I've gotta get to bed...Scott...you coming?"

He cleared his throat and nodded before flashing Marie an apologetic look. He put his spoon and bowl in the dishwasher and rushed after Jean, who had already begun making her way toward their room.


Logan opened the main doors to the mansion and walked in, looking around at the little runts as they rushed past him.

Many of them stopped to stare wide mouthed at him. The Wolverine was an infamous, indestructible super hero who hadn't been seen in two years. The little geeks looked up to him like a celebrity.

He paid them no mind as he scanned his surroundings for Marie. He used every enhanced sense he had in an attempt to locate her over the chattering and the smells of random teenagers.

A genuine smile crept across his face as he saw her appear at the top of the stairs. She didn't see him, because as soon as she rounded the corner, she dropped an armful of books, cursed and crouched down to pick up the books.

He chuckled a little and jogged up the stairs. As he stood above her, he put a foot on one of the books she was reaching for.

Marie was about to curse out the owner of the offending boot, but when she looked up, her eyes lit up. She squealed and jumped into his arms, "Logan! What the hell are you doin' here?"

He laughed and let out a 'oof' as her limbs suddenly wrapped around him, forcing him to support her full weight. As he set her down, he appraised her appearance. Her hair was much longer and smoother. Her features were more acute, making her face look more mature...and more attractive.

Another step back revealed that she had filled out rather nicely as well. When he left, she had a beautiful body, but things hadn't fully rounded out yet.

My my my...had things changed. Despite being covered from head to toe, he could see that her breasts were perky and full, her hips were rounded and he was sure the ass that was lucky enough to follow her around all day was just as voluptuous.

Logan shook his head in an attempt to concentrate on the sounds that were coming out of her mouth. He was so busy checking her out, he barely realized she was even talking, "Sorry, what?"

"I said...what are you doin' here?"

He took her arm and began leading her down the stairs and toward the professor's office, "You sounded like you needed me the other day...on top of that, Chuck and I got a little surprise for you."

Marie's smile remained in tact, but her eyebrows spelled confusion as he led her all the way down to the professor's office. After a brief knock, the professor invited them in.

Logan was almost giddy as the professor laid out his plans for Marie's power control.

Logan was back because he would have to serve as her human guinea pig. Since he had had his healing factor and survived her touch on more than one occasion, he was the ideal test subject. Marie was hesitant, because she knew she was the only person who had come close to ever killing the Wolverine. She didn't want to hurt him.

He, however, insisted. Logan had gone through a lot of pain for a lot of random reasons in his lifetime...he couldn't think of a better reason to go through pain than Marie.

By the end of it, she was shedding tears of joy. She pulled Logan into a tight hug, "Thank you so much!"

Logan grunted a little in an attempt to maintain his tough guy image in front of the professor...but on the inside, he wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her.


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