Well hey there! I'm Viper and you, lovely reader, are about to embark on a dangerous task. This is my first ever x-men fanfic…so I hope it goes well (I think it has potential)  PLEASE read and review so I'll know whether to continue writing x-men or stick to my traditional fanfics.

Oh and for my disclaimer…….I do NOT own any of the wonderful characters in this story…no matter how much I wish I did.

The first few pagers are simply about Rogue so you can see a bit more into her character but never fear…Logan comes into the story and plays a major role : )

So there, I hope I covered everything and I hope you enjoy reading A Place to be Wanted.

It had failed her.

The one thing she had put her faith in. It was supposed to bring her into the world as a normal person...and it had failed.

She had been told that the workers at the clinic misjudged the magnitude of her mutation. Supposedly they had given her the incorrect amount of the Cure and it hadn't really freed her of her "curse". All it did was surprises the mutation temporarily.

Now Rogue sat in the back seat of the bus looking back on what had gotten her this far. When she stopped to think about it, she had been extremely irrational. After all no one but her seemed disturbed by the sudden resurrection of her powers. Everyone at the institution tried their best to keep her calm…but she couldn't. After all… they didn't know what it was like.

They don't have to live with this. They can touch each other…they've never sent people into comas just by touching!

Rogue had been angry with all of them. Even Storm expected her to continue all of the day's classes like nothing had happened. It was as if the teachers didn't care that Rogue had simply brushed arms with Kitty Pride and caused her to start convulsing in the middle of a class change.

And then there was Bobby…

When she tore down the halls of the school he was directly behind her. Just as she reached the door, the Ice Man had grabbed hold of her recently gloved hand, trying to get her under control. But Rogue didn't care. Her tears were stinging in her eyes and all she could think about was getting away. She roughly jerked her arm free of Bobby's grip and ran as hard as she could away from the School.

Marie could hear him behind her…he was running hard, his breathing heavy and labored. Bobby called, begging his girlfriend to turn around and come home, that Storm could fix it and everything would be ok.

But Rogue simply ran harder. As far as she was concerned no one could help her and by this time her tears were streaming down her face and sweat forced some of her white hair to cling to her face. The girl had no idea how far she had ran…but when she stopped, the school was only a glimmer in the setting sun and city streets had begun to unfold around her.

Slowly her mad run turned into a jog and then a slothful walk. Rogue didn't really know where she was, and quite frankly she didn't care. She stumbled her way into a local park and sat down on the closest bench.

Her mind raced with everything that happened and she wished that someone were there to hold her. And for the first time in a long time…she didn't wish for Bobby. For the first time since she began dating the Ice Man…Marie wished that Logan was there to hold her.

The mere thought of Wolverine made her heart ache more than it was already and quietly she laid her head on the bench and began to sob.

When the sun's first rays fell over the tops of the trees, they softly caressed the side of Rogue's face causing her bright green eyes to flutter open.

Her first thoughts upon waking were that she needed a new change of clothes…bad. The sweat from her run and the dew during the night hadn't made a pleasant combination on her body. Carefully Rogue sat up and pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes observing her surroundings. The park was beautiful…much more glorious than she had seen it the previous night. Just looking at the bright colors lifted her spirits and made her realize that life would continue on…mutation or not.

But pride made her stubborn.

Now that she had run she couldn't go back. Returning would accomplish nothing, all it would do would be to prove that Storm and the others were right…everything would be ok. Besides, the one person she would return for wasn't there to begin with…Logan was gone.

Ever since Logan made the difficult decision of ending Jean's life he had simply disappeared. Every one said that the Wolverine was fine, simply drifting from place to place, but Marie didn't care, he had still vanished from her life, just as she needed him most.

But the wandering life had to have some appeal to attract the dangerous and allusive Wolverine and Marie wanted to find out what it was. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the twenty-five dollars that she had hurriedly shoved in the day before.

Uncrumpling the wad of bills Rogue made her decision to leave a rooted life behind her and become a vagabond.

But first…she needed clothes.

The mutant girl did a lot of window-shopping. It seemed that everything she had an eye for was just slightly out of her price range… and then she came to a small discount store near the edge of town. In the window hung a single dress, black with red cherries and laced trim. To Rogue it was absolutely adorable so she stepped inside.

To say the shop was a hole in the wall would be an understatement, it was barely big enough to hold three shoppers and a worker…but the clothes were stunning.

The best things are always found in the most unlikely of places…

With a little persuasion the store clerk got Rogue the dress from the window and it seemed as if fate smiled on her a little that day, because it was just her size and in her budget.

After paying Marie walked from the store feeling accomplished…she still had six dollars in her pocket. Once she had picked up a hot-dog from a local vender, Rogue took sometime to simply walk the city. She ate as she went along letting the sun warm her skin and brighten her features.

By mid afternoon Rogue had decided that she had had enough of her dirty clothing and wanted to change into her new dress. Casually she made her way back to the park she had spent the night in and when no one was around…she dove into the closest open water fountain.

The water felt cool against her burning skin and she remained there under the water for a little while longer. When she emerged she pushed her hair out of her face and ran her hands over her arms and legs, scrubbing off the dirt.

Once out of the pool she walked, dripping, over to a large oak tree. There she simply stripped down and changed outfits.

The dress was stunning over Rouge's body. It clung to her skin like a glove and accented every curve beautifully. The dress came down slightly past her knees and the laced V-neck showed off her slender neck. In the heat of the afternoon it didn't take long before her hair had dried. Her long brown locks fell over her shoulders and the white accents blew across her face. To anyone who passed her, there was no doubt she was beautiful.

The young woman had spent a good portion of the day simply observing the other people in the park and by the time the sun was beginning to set Rogue had decided that she needed to find somewhere where she could fit in and be wanted.

Marie knew that going back to Xavier's was not an option, so she counted up the amount of money left in her possession and made her way to the closest bus stop.

When Rouge climbed onto the bus there were only a few passengers occupying seats. Careful not to disturb the other passengers, she made her way to the back seat of the Gray Hound that could comfortably hold two people.

She wondered how far the bus could take her and how long she could stay on board. When all the other passengers had left she asked the bus driver how long she could stay and to her surprise Marie had managed to clamber onto the cross-country line so she could go anywhere she wanted.

But sleeping on the bus was another matter…the gray hound line tried to make a point of banning people from staying over night on they vehicles…. but the driver seemed to have a special liking for Rogue and her slender dress, so he allowed to stay as long as she wanted.

Things have really started to go my way…nothing could be better.

But Rogue knew she was lying to herself…it could be better…Logan could be there with her.

And for the second time Marie fell asleep in a place other than the school, wishing for Logan's comforting arms.

Logan's bike came to a screeching halt in front of two massive oak doors. From the moment he stepped inside those doors, he new things were different.

Scott wasn't there to sarcastically tell Logan to "Filler' up" as he tossed back his motorcycles keys.

Xavier's ominous voice didn't echo through the halls, gently asking Logan to see him in his office

And most of all…

Jean Gray was no longer there to stop the proud Wolverine in his tracks with her beauty.

But al least she was still there, or so he hoped. Seeing her was the only thing that prompted Logan to come back to the institute in the first place.

Thankful that afternoon classes were still in session Logan made his way to the dorm's door. He knew that her last class on Thursday ended just before lunch so she would be in her room…

He softly knocked on her door and waited for a response…

"Rogue, you in there?"

He knocked again meeting only silence…

"Hey kid its me…open the door…Rogue?"

Feeling slightly uneasy, Logan reached down and placed his hand on the doorknob and before he begun to turn it the door slightly creaked open. Giving the door a harder push, it swung open to reveal the contents of the room.

The girl's dorm was in a state of chaos. Drawers were hanging open with clothes strode out all over the room. The closet door was thrown open with shoes and gloves littering the floor.

Logan made his was over to Rogue's CD player and noticed that it was on pause. After a short debate with himself, Wolverine decided to find out what Marie had been listening to.

Softly the music picked up where it had left off and "Since I Don't Have You" By Guns N' Roses began to play.

Then it hit him… Marie was gone. The room wasn't just a mess because a teenage girl lived there…it was destroyed because someone left in a hurry…with no intention of coming back.

By the time the realization fully hit him he had already tore down the hall and was in the process of busting through Storm's classroom door, not caring that a class was being held.

"Where the Hell is she?"

Storm carefully laced her fingers together and placed them on her desk.

"Logan…its good to see you but right now I'm in the middle of a lesson and I would prefer -----"

" Storm…. where…the hell…is she…"

Logan was getting up set and the last thing he wanted was to have Storm play games with him. And she knew it. The look in his eyes was that of utter determination…he knew Storm could tell him what happened to Marie and he was determined to find out.

After taking a deep breath Storm dismissed her class for the day and watched as the puzzled students shot Logan unsure glances as they passed.

"Logan, won't you please take a seat?"

The young professor gently motioned to the chair beside her desk.

"Come, tell me what's bothering you that was dire enough to cause you to intrude on my class"

Logan simply remained where he was as he glared at his fellow Xman.

"Don't play games with me Storm…you know what I want…tell me what I want to hear"

"Well…as you discovered…Rogue is no longer here."

" I already bloody knew that! Why ELSE do you think I'm here!"

Aggravated, Logan threw his arms in the air and waved them about the room.

"Tell me something I don't know…like where she went."

" That's the thing Logan…we… well…we don't know. Now before you say anything know that we've been trying to locate her…but as you can guess without the professor its quite difficul—"

"You don't KNOW! How can you not know?"

"Logan it's not that simple…"

But Storm knew her words were wasted, for Wolverine was already gone.

ALRIGHTY! That was the first chappie so let me know it ya liked it…loved it or hated it. I love reviews so yup ya know what to do!

Viper