Title: Some Things Never Change

Author: StreakedHair

Summary: A L/M fic. Logan's back from his three year long search for his past, but not with much more than he left with. He comes back to the mansion and finds that, no matter how many things are different now - Rogue's growing up and having a boyfriend, the Professor offering him a job, and a new addition to the X-MEN team - some things just never change.

Rating: R, for language, and possible mild sexual stuff in later chapters… much later chapters, I'm thinking.

Pairings: Logan/Marie, Marie/Bobby (not for long), Scott/Jean, Kurt/Ororo (later on), John/Kitty, Bobby/Jubilee (also later on)

Author's Note: The comic books have always been a little too confusing to me, so I'm sticking to the movies for the basis of my fan fiction. My apologies to all you die-hard Marvel Comic people. Don't burn me too bad.

Disclaimer: As much as I would absolutely love to own Logan, I have to admit that I don't. I don't own any thing else, either, except this POS laptop I'm typing on now.

Reviews: Yes, please.

Chapter One

(A/N: This story is set at the beginning of X2, when Logan comes back to the mansion. I've never been a fan of the whole 'Jean being a slut' thing, so, in this story, Logan never liked her, she never sort of liked him… none of that. But, I love the whole tension between Logan and Scott, so that's still there. Oh, yeah. I also made it so that, even though it's been a while since Logan left, when he comes back, Rogue's seventeen. So, technically, she was like, fourteen when she met him at the bar. She just has to be still sort of young to really fit the story I think. And, also, possible spoilers for X2. Just a warning. Enjoy. Don't forget to R/R, please.)

Rogue:

Bobby was in the middle of telling me he loved me, for the first time, when I heard it. I whipped my head around and tried to look out the window, but, of course, the huge tree planted right outside the windowsill kind of obstructed my view. I didn't really need to see to know, anyway. I knew what the sound of a motorcycle pulling in meant. Logan was back.

I jumped up excitedly, and Bobby gave up trying to talk to me. I got to the foyer just as he walked in the door, Bobby trailing slowly behind me. He was probably upset that he'd been trying to talk to me and I'd totally tuned him out, but I really didn't care at the moment. I'd just heard the sound I'd been waiting three years to hear, and Bobby's conversation was just going to have to wait until I had my little, long awaited reunion. I gave Logan a hug, and to my surprise, he picked me up and spun me around before he released me.

I tried to say, "Welcome back," but the words caught in my throat. Seeing him again made all the sadness and loneliness (despite Bobby's nice but sort of boring company) I'd felt for the past three years come rushing back to the front of my mind. I made an inaudible noise, then cleared my throat, and said a bit shakily, "Nice to have you home again, Logan."

He smiled. It was one of those real smiles, which he never had all that often. And all the stuff I'd told myself, about how it was stupid to have a crush on him because he was too old, too tough, and no way in Hell the least bit interested in me, flew out the window. When he grinned like that, I forgot he'd been gone three years, I forgot my boyfriend was standing right behind me… I forgot everything and my heart skipped a few beats.

I guess some things never change.

"Nice to be back, Kid," he said. "And who's this?" He nodded to Bobby, who now had his arm possessively placed on my shoulders.

"This is Bobby," I said, in a sort of offhand way, which I felt guilty for later. "Bobby, this is Logan. Bobby's my-"

"Boyfriend," he cut me off, puffing out his chest a bit. I fought to keep the giggles in. What, he actually thought Logan was a threat to him? I mean, he would have been, had he been interested in me, which I knew he wasn't. * sigh * Bobby held out his hand for Logan to shake. When he did, he froze it a little bit, like a stupid macho guy. Now, this should have been attractive, or at least a little bit cute, but for some, odd reason, it wasn't. In fact, it kind of annoyed me.

Logan raised an eyebrow (which didn't help my already fast beating heart slow down at all), looking at his hand curiously. He flexed it slowly as it defrosted.

"My friends call me Ice Man," Bobby said, his chest still stuck out like a rooster.

"Ice Man, huh?" Logan asked, the sides of his mouth twitching in a suppressed smirk. "Well, Ice Man, can I talk to you for a minute? You know, man to man?"

Bobby nodded, and he and Logan stepped off to the side. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I had a pretty good idea. Knowing this should have made me angry, this Logan trying to freak out my boyfriend thing, I couldn't help but find it quite amusing. I actually almost burst out laughing at the look on Bobby's face when Logan suddenly whipped out his claws, in the middle of the conversation, and held them up so they lightly brushed Bobby's neck. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, they retracted back into his skin. He smiled at Bobby in a nice, friendly, totally fake way. He said something else, Bobby nodded very quickly, and they both walked back over to me.

I raised an eyebrow at Logan in suspicion. That was only one of his habits I'd accidentally picked up since that night at Liberty Island. Even after his powers wore off, they wouldn't go away. Not that I minded. I was about to ask him to tell Bobby that he was, I hope, joking around, but Bobby started tugging on my arm.

"Hey, Rogue," he said, his voice showing the evidence of a slight tremor. Aw. Logan had scared him pretty bad. I wanted to find out what he said. "We're going to be late for that… that thing. Remember?" He looked at me pleadingly. I decided to play along.

"Oh, dangit, you're right, Bobby," I said, turning to Logan. "Sorry, Logan. I'll have to talk to you later, ok?" I winked at him.

He nodded, still suppressing a smirk.

I let Bobby drag me away, thinking of a good way to ask him about what bull shit Logan had told him, without hurting his delicate, male pride any more than was necessary… or amusing.