A/N: Hello everyone! So I've had a poll up for a month and people have voted for this story to be the one I post next. It's a ROGAN! and AU also but elements of the story are in here. That's all I have to say for now. I'll be more descriptive once I get the ball rolling.

Disclaimer note: I only own Kevin. Nothing else.

First Impressions

'Case number 4655. Name Rogue. Other names, unknown. Age...'

'Don't you dare!'

Kevin smiled at her and Rogue rolled her eyes. He knew just how to push her buttons. She went back to drawing in her sketchpad. There was a weight pressing on her mind and her eyes flickered to the sickly boy in the wheelchair. Jason. She hated him and his stupid power. Making little illusions in her head. Not that it worked anymore. Her eyes flickered to Kevin who stood with files in his hand.

'He's doing it again.' she whined.

Kevin frowned at her.

'Then make him stop.'

She sighed. Kevin could be annoying when he tried. She remembered when she'd met him. Her mutation had come and she'd been on the run for a month. She found herself in Canada and was on her way further when he had found her. He'd offered her a job where her mutation worked as an advantage. An assassin. She didn't like it at first but she threw caution to the wind. In the end she hardly had to kill just extract information for the clients. That and no wasn't an option. Kevin had discreetly warned her that his clients didn't like no. So here she was. In return Kevin was helping her with her mutation, trying to advance it to something greater.

Another hit came to her head and she glared at Jason. She reached out and brushed her fingers against him taking some power. Then she concentrated and conjured up the image that haunted the mutant. Eventually Jason just slumped down. Kevin signaled for the guards to take him away. Rogue pushed away the thoughts. Jason was there for mental control. After months of practice and living in cruel illusions she had finally built up an immunity to mental attacks. All the scientists told her that telepaths and psychics never played fair. Kevin took a seat opposite her. He looked around nervously. She raised an eyebrow.

'Kev?'

'There's been a new job.' he whispered.

'What? They usually lets me have breaks in between. Those bastards.'

'Sh. It's not any of our usual government clients. It's this doctor.'

'Kevin, are you thick? We can't just take some unknown hit.'

'Rogue it's not a hit. It's different.'

She bit her lip. She carefully looked around. No-one was around she dipped her head and raised an eyebrow. He smiled.

'There's school you'll be enrolled into. It's a school for mutants. Here.'

He tossed a file at her. She scanned through. It looked more like a mansion than a school. Had loads of students. Teachers. A jet. Wait...

'A jet?'

'Like I said mutant school. Also the home of the x-men. You've heard of them?'

'Yeah, yeah. Vague mention. Objective?'

'Information. We need information on their lower levels. According to this doctor there are some things lurking there.'

'What things?'

'Obviously if he knew he wouldn't ask for the info. So?'

'Okay, i'll do it. But if the clients find out it's on your neck.'

'Who cares? The money this guy is offering is too sweet to pass up.'

'Money means nothing to me.'

'But freedom does.'

'You serious?' she asked, hope brewing inside her.

'We just finish this and we're done. Our clients won't need us either. Not if we give up the location of these mutants.'

'So when do I start?'

'Today. You're car is parked outside. We can't just drop you there. We don't own a jet.'

She giggled and shook her head.

'And my name?'

'Stick with Rogue. Just claim it's you're mutant name or something. Bag's packed and in the car.'

She stood up. Kevin shifted awkwardly before standing up too. She smiled and blew him a kiss before skipping off outside, to her car. Any job that didn't involve absorbing was good.

-xXx-

She hated driving. And Kevin. She screamed in frustration and kicked her car. Stupid piece of shit had given up on her. Now she was stuck in the rain without a car in sight. Well accept the stupid car that had passed her on the way here. Stupid show off high classes always ignoring others. She stood on the edge of the road, bag by her side, thumb thrust out. She was really frustrated. Her attention was caught by lights coming. She squinted and saw the truck was not slowing down.

'Hell no.' she whispered.

She strode to the road and stood right in front of the approaching truck.

'Come on. Hit me.'

The truck seemed to go faster and then slow down and stop. With the front barely brushing the front of her legs. She glanced down and sighed in relief. She tensed as the drivers door was thrown open. A growl came and out stepped a man. A very ruggard, man with an animalistic charm. She felt something in her heart but suppressed it, merely eyeing him wearily.

'What do you think you're doing?' he growled.

'I need a ride.'

'No.'

'I need a ride.' she stated more firmly.

'What, no please?'

She tilted her head and stepped closer to him. Her eyes flickered over his bare hand.

'Do me a favor and I'll do you.'

His face went from angry to stunned. Then his mouth twitched and his eyes held amusement.

'You gotta a lot of guts, darlin'.'

He turned and headed back to the driver's seat.

'You comin?' he called. She grabbed her bag and climbed in the passenger side. She tossed it in the back and closed her door. The man started the truck and they were off. She stared at the window trying to hide her face.

'So where you headed?' he asked.

'Just take me as far as you can.'

'I don't mind taking you.'

'And yet you refused me a ride until I agreed to fuck you.'

'I gave you a ride because I was being nice. I like the fact that you weren't afraid.'

'Believe me, I'm not.' she whispered.

He continued to stare at the road. She felt like she should be scared of him but for some reason she felt comfortable around him. And that bothered her deeply. One of the rules was never to trust anyone. Also never get personally attached. She shivered slightly. She hated the cold. He looked over at her with a concerned face and reached out. She saw that her hands were ungloved and pulled away. Shit where were her gloves. He looked hurt. She reached into her pockets and pulled her gloves on.

'Look darlin'....'

'It's noting personal. It's some weird skin condition.' she muttered.

He raised an eyebrow.

'When people touch my skin bad things happen. They get hurt.'

'Fair enough.'

She inwardly cursed herself for revealing so much. Play it down. Add something.

'Luckily it's only turned on by the rain. And then it's hard to...umm...turn off.'

He looked at her through the corner of his eye. Shit did he know she was lying. That had been so personal. She needed to turn this conversation around. She looked over at him and stared at the dog-tags around his neck.

'Were you in the army? Doesn't that mean you were in the army?'

He looked down and hid the dog-tags away. She sighed. He was as covet as her.

'You got a name?'

'Rogue.'

'What kind of a name is Rogue?'

'A name for a mutant who's been kicked out of society.'

'I'm Logan.'

She kept quiet and looked out the window. He shrugged and took out a cigar. She sighed and reached into her bag pulling out her cell. She sent a quick message to Kevin, informing him not to call but she was okay. She stared out on the road. She refused to feel guilty. This man had no right to ask her name. She'd already given him to much. Her name was all she had. But then again she'd never see him again. And maybe if she did, it would be after all this. When she was free.

'Marie.'

'What?'

'My name is Marie.'

'It's a beautiful name.'

She blushed. He chuckled lightly and she felt that warm feeling start to rise again.

'So, Logan, going somewhere important?'

'Yeah, for awhile now I've had some...memory trouble. I'm going to see a guy who promised to help me recollect my past. I'm a mutant too.'

'I know. I could sense it.'

'That part of your power?'

'No, it's just with you I knew. I don't know why. So where is this man?'

'He's a professor who lives in Westchester, New York.'

Oh shit. She was so screwed.

-xXx-