Chapter description: Rogue's decision after she decided to take the cure. Set after X3

Rating: M for mature... like super sexy mature (not in this chapter but eventually)

Author's Note: So this is my idea of what happens after X3. Rogue is my favorite character also so is Logan -wicked grin- So yeah if you don't like that paring don't read. Also no flames I'm a poor little innocent author...

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men... in fact I'm really not sure who does. Also I have no money... if I did it should be spent on more important things (like feeding me) than lawsuites. So really don't sue me.

She didn't fit here anymore. Bobby had made that more than clear when he moved his things into Kitty's room. She care, not really, from the moment they started dating she knew it wouldn't last. So it wasn't really a surprise and the vile words he threw at her did hurt the way he had meant them too. She tried to stay after taking the cure, really she did. She graduate with honors and tried to get a job in the area but still, somehow, she didn't quiet fit in. She never really did fit in, even when she was a mutant. People came to the mansion to feel safe, to be free. She came to keep other's safe, she wasn't free until she took that shot. No one else saw it as that, some people felt she was a traitor and they openly insulted her. Other quietly disapproved of her actions. She could see them though, she wasn't stupid, she could see it in their faces in the way they looked at her. It was the same look she saw in Logan's face when she touched him for the first time without draining his life. He didn't say anything against it but he simply smiled, almost sadly, and said "Good for you, kid."

She didn't know what reaction she expected when she came back from her little trip. It really wasn't the one she received. Sure she knew some people wouldn't agree but she thought they'd understand in her circumstance, apparently she was wrong. It only took two weeks after the incident with Logan for it to dawn on her that she could leave now. She told Ororo of her plan, she didn't want to run away, the woman just asked if she was sure and then said no more about the subject. It really only took her two days to get ready to leave but she needed the rest of the time to say goodbye. Sure she had said goodbye to almost everyone, Logan was nowhere to be seen after he found out she was leaving, but she needed to say goodbye to the only place she had felt safe since she'd nearly killed Cody all those years ago. So the last five days at the mansion were spent wandering around to her favorite spots, which coincidentally usually were also Logan's favorite spots. She couldn't waste anymore time though, if she didn't leave now she probably never would.

Since she had already said her goodbyes she decided to simply slip out while everyone was eating dinner. She didn't want to cause a scene, she done that too many times already. So while everyone was going to dinner she slipped out. So as she loaded the last bag into the new truck she bought, just for this occasion, she turned to look one last time at the place that had been her home for so long. She sighed and climbed into her truck, it would be easier if she stopped turning back. As she headed towards the main gait she almost smiled as she spied the figure leaning against the gate, blocking her way. Slowing to a stop she rolled down her window and waited.

"So you're really running again?" Logan asked as he leaned into her window, the closeness made her slightly dizzy.

"No, Logan, I'm not." Marie answered as she turned to look at him.

"Sure looks like, but if you're not what do you call this?" He grumbled as he smacked the side of her truck, she hoped he hadn't left a dent.

"Leaving," She said defiantly, "Running implies I'm afraid and being forced to. I'm not scared, Logan, I'm happy right now." With that she rolled up her window and started the engine again.

She didn't use her mirrors until she was well out of Westchester, her old driving instructor be damned. She couldn't see her old home, or family, slip away in the dusk. Once she broke that city limit sign she felt different, it was neither good nor bad, simply different. She didn't really know where she was going, but she had an idea. She still wanted to see Canada, the way she hadn't been able to when she was a run away. So she only knew which direction to drive, and that was the way she was heading.

Authors Post note: See I'm clever there... oh yeah. But anyway yeah I know it's kind of short but its really suposed to be a prolouge not a chapter. So there you have it... please love me and comment.