Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to Marvel. I got the idea for this after watching an episode of Veronica Mars, which is the best T.V. show to ever exist, hands down. The amazing Rob Thomas owns anything related to Veronica Mars.

Rating: T I guess. There's really nothing too bad here, but if anyone thinks I should change the rating let me know.

AN: I am totally new at this. This is not the 1st story I've written, but it is the first I've posted. I want to be a writer one day so any feedback you can give is greatly appreciated. Constructive criticism is the best kind, so please read and review. Ok, here goes.

This is pretty much AU, as you will see.

Text is normal storyline, text is flashbacks.

Jean Grey looked on as the oldest group of kids in the mansion played outside. Bobby and Peter were engaged in what looked to be a heated game of basketball. Kitty Pryde and the mansion's resident firecracker, Jubilee were sitting in lounge chairs by the pool wearing bikinis giggling madly and reading what could only be a girly magazine, those kinds with articles like "How to make him want you in 7 easy steps". Several of the younger students were in the pool playing games amongst themselves. Storm, she assumed, was in the gardens tending to her flowers or meditating. Everyone seemed to have an activity to do or a friend to chat with. Except one.

A lone girl sat under a tree on the edge of the mansion's grounds. She was wearing almost all black and was covered from head to toe despite the high temperature. From where she was sitting she could see all the other kids outside. She looked at them all touching, wearing their summer clothes, and having their carefree fun in the heat of the summer. Jealous, she tore her eyes away from the scene in front of her and let her gaze drift to the gloved hands clasped together in her lap. Rogue hated those gloves. As she sat there under the tree her mind began to wander to where it usually did. Logan. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, if he was safe. But most of all, she wondered if he was coming back. It had been almost a year since he stood in the doorway and handed her his dogtags and promised her he would come back for them. She still wore them around her neck, as a reminder of what he did for her. The fact that seeing her wearing them seemed to royally piss off Jean was just an added bonus. Pissing off Jean Grey had become one of Rogue's favorite pastimes. Rogue knew that despite Jean's insisting that she was in love with Scott, she also secretly lusted after the gruff man known as the Wolverine.

"Rogue, I promise, he's fine. He healed up just fine the first time you absorbed him. This time will be no different."

"But-"

"No! No buts. He is going to be fine, but to heal he needs rest, something he wont be getting if you're down here hovering over him. Now go get some dinner and get acquainted with the other students. As soon as he is fully healed I promise you will be the first person notified."

Rogue had no choice but to accept the woman's orders so she grudgingly hopped off the stool next to the hospital bed where Logan, the man who had risked his life to save her of all people just hours before, was covered in tubes and bandages. She walked slowly through the med bay doors and down the hallway, marveling at the contents of the mansion's lower-levels.

Rogue sat straight up in bed with a strangled gasp. Logan's nightmares were unpleasant to say the least. At least she hadn't screamed out in her sleep or anything. The last thing she wanted was more people at this school looking at her like she was a freak, or worse, with pity. She didn't want their freaking pity. She slumped back down in bed and looked around at her new room. After the 'incident' with Logan that first night the professor had decided that in her case it would be safer for the other students if she had her own room. Rogue didn't much care either way. She wasn't sure if she would've gotten along too well with the other girls anyway. That Kitty Pryde girl was too peppy, wearing girly clothes and gossiping with the others about anything under the sun.

After trying to get to sleep for what seemed like hours, Rogue looked at the clock on the nightstand. The red numbers read 6:09 AM. Heaving a sigh, she hauled herself to her feet and began to get ready for the day. Classes would start in one hour anyway, there was no use trying to sleep now. After making sure all her skin was covered, she looked in the mirror one last time. It was going to take some time to get used to her new two-toned hair.

Rogue turned to go into the kitchen but stopped when she heard two voices. She recognized one of them as the boy who had introduced himself to her in class. Buddy or Billy or something like that. He'd been giving her The Look ever since she got here. Rogue knew what that look meant. She wanted to make friends, she really did, but it was too soon after the whole fiasco with David to get into any kind of relationship, so avoidance was her best option. Rogue turned down the next hallway and saw the elevator that would take her to the lower-levels where the med bay was located. She smiled. If she couldn't go eat breakfast right now she might as well check up on Logan. She got in and rode down the floors in silence, or what would've been silence if she didn't have two grown men and a teenage boy present in her psyche as well. Logan was the loudest, whether that was because she'd absorbed him twice or because he'd held on longest she didn't know, but the constant craving for cigars and beer was enough to drive her crazy and the heightened senses, although useful at times, weren't something she really wanted to keep. It was bad enough living in a mansion with teenage boys who don't feel the need to shower daily, but with Logan's keen sense of smell it was worse. She figured his powers would slowly fade from her as he gained them back so that by the time he was fully healed they would be gone from her.

Rogue was about to turn into the med bay when once again she stopped when she heard voices.

"That was a brave thing you did."

"Did it work?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. Of course Dr. Grey would be right there when he awoke. Honestly, did the woman never sleep?

"I think she's a little taken with you."

"My heart belongs to someone else."

Rogue turned away fuming. She had smelt the excitement and lust rolling off of Jean in waves at that statement. She knew Logan was attracted to the redheaded doctor, but she had never imagined that Jean would return the feelings. One man wasn't enough, she has to go and encourage Logan too?

Jean felt a twinge of annoyance as she watched Rogue toy with the chain around her neck. She didn't know why Logan had given her the stupid thing; it wasn't as if they were friends or had even known each other for long. And he certainly wasn't attracted to her. There was nothing really special about Rogue at all, come to think of it. She was just a moody, grumpy teenager who refused to socialize with the other kids. Heck, she even put the other kids in danger by being here with that poison skin of hers and then acted like it was the biggest burden in the world to have to cover up. The more Jean thought about it, the angrier she became and after a while she came to a realization. She wanted Rogue gone.