Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit. I merely borrow them, and I almost always put them back where I found them.
The pixies made me write this one. I claim more-or-less temporary insanity.
Wolverine pulled up to the mansion on his bike. Why he came back he didn't know, although he wouldn't mind taking Jean with him next time he left.
"Logan!"
A small brunette figure, with a white streak through her hair, rushed towards him.
"Ah learnt to control mah powers!"
"That's wonderful, Marie. Do you know where Jean is?"
"An' Ah also developed telepathy, super strength, and the ability to fly!"
"Uh, well done, kid. Seriously, Jean? Redhead, nice…"
"Ah love you!" she said, throwing herself at him.
"Hang on, kid! How old are ya again?"
"Ahm seventeen!"
"Are ya sure?"
"Pretty sure! That's the age of consent in this state, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Great! Ah love you!"
"So, uh, how did you learn to control ya powers?"
She shrugged. "Just did!"
His eyes narrowed. "Marie, what's your full name?"
"Uh, Ah, Why d'ya need to know that?"
"Well, if ya love me, ya can tell me, right?"
"Ummm…."
He grabbed her purse from off her shoulder.
"Hey! Stop that!"
Pulling out her driver's license, he waved it in her face.
"Ahah! I knew it. Marie Sue Smith!"
He ran his claws through her stomach, although, being a Mary Sue, she disappeared in a flash of sparkly lights instead of dying.
Logan found the real Rogue tied up in the attic.
"Thanks Sugah." she said when he rescued her. "Here, have ya dog tags back. Jean's in the infirmary. Ahm going to go find Remy."
As she left, a bunch of glowing, sparkly lights appeared in front of him.
"Oh no." he said, waving his claws at it. "Don't ya even think about coming back."
The sparkly lights disappeared again. Logan sheathed his claws, and went off to find Jean.