Hey people! I don't know where I want to go with this one, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. Slight crossover into The Daddy. In this one, Doria's still only eight or nine.

Like Father, Like Lover

Logan's POV

What was this feeling deep down in my chest? As I watched Rogue playing baseball with the other kids, I felt it again. It was almost a pride like feeling, but then at the same time I noticed myself tensing up when she slid into second. I just couldn't put my finger on it... I'll ask Mort, I thought, He might know, and he won't tell anyone. Rogue bolted past home and I felt a swell of joy rise in my chest. "Good job, Rogue!" I yelled.

Heading up to my room, I struggled with confusion again. What the hell is it? It was something completely new. Never had I felt like this about anyone before. Why? What was so special about her?

I slammed the door behind me with my foot, and picked up the phone. As it rung, I thought about how to tactfully bring up the subject.

"'Ello?" said a tired voice on the end of the line.

"Mort! It's Logan. You okay? You sound beat."

"Aw, i's nuffin. Dor's go' the flu, an' I been up all nigh' with 'er."

"She gettin' any better?"

"She's asleep righ' now. I'm worried sick wif 'er pukin' 'er guts ou' like tha'."

I knew that feeling. A week ago, Rogue had been running around with the other kids all day, and wearing all that leather it was no wonder she passed out. I was frantic with worry. "I know what you mean."

"Wha'? 'Ow would you know?"

"That's what I called you about. I've been feeling ... weird lately. It's the kid you guys took for Liberty Island. Rogue. I just don't know how to describe it..."

"Oh, c'mon now! You 'aven't go' the hots fo' a bloody kid now, 'ave you?"

"NO! It's not like that! Damn! That's just weird!"

"Well wha's it like, then?"

"Well I just get all proud of her at times, and then when she's hurt I can barely think straight. I feel so happy when she does things."

Mort started a laughing fit on the other end of the line. "Fuck! Well, I must' congratulate you, then! Congrats, Lo'! You're a surrogate father! Wow. Who ever would 'ave thought tha' the fierce, murderous Wolverine would ever ge' a soft spot fo' a little one!"

"Shut up! You're no different! So ... that's what you feel like all the time?"

"Every wakin' minute."

"Well thanks. And I trust you won't be sharin' this?"

"You kiddin'? I'm gonna be tellin' everyone abou' this!"

"Mort!"

"Fine, fine... 'Ave a good one, mister dad,"

Logan wanted to feel pissed at the little green guy, but was still a bit soothed by having his question answered. So he was feeling ... fatherly? That's what it was? It was a bit ridiculous, but still, it did make sense.

Rogue's POV

I stood poised on first. Bobby swung, and missed. I probably should have stayed on first, but...

Logan was watching me. He was so damn sexy. I stole second with a running slide to show off for him, shooting him a little grin. I had to have him. Bobby hit the ball, and I dashed past third, and sprinted to home.

"Good job, Rogue!" he yelled before heading inside. He liked me. I knew it. Of course there was always the issue of me not being able to touch anyone, but I didn't care if I had to wear a second skin. I would have Logan. I would, and it would be MAGICAL. No stupid mutations or laws or professors or anything would keep me from him.

"Rogue, can we talk?" asked Bobby.

"Sure." I knew what was coming. I followed him to the side of the school.

"I know... I know you think it won't work between us..." he started, "Because you can't touch people, but none of that matters to me. I don't care if I can never lay a hand on you. I really care about you, and I want you back."

It was a touching speech (No pun intended), but I had bigger fish to fry then the human Icee. "I'm sorry, Bobby," I said feigning regret, "but I just can't deal with that right now. I just ... can't."

He nodded sadly. "I understand. But you'll tell me when you're feeling better, right?"

I nodded back. "I'll let you know." I wouldn't. As far as I was concerned, Bobby was just a little fling. It was over. I needed someone more ... feral. Yes, I would have him. I would have him yet...

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