Authors notes:Hey, this is the first story I have ever posted on this site but far from the first I have written. My spelling and grammer are bad so I'm very very sorry. Please reveiw. Warning:I don't really like Scott so there may be some bashing but it isn't intentional in this story. In fact, Scott probably won't show up much as this is a Rogue centric about Logan...if that makes any sense.

Disclaimer:I don't own Evolution...if I did it wouldn't have ended.

Unnaturally Strong: Rogue

Introduction: The secret is revealed

It had been almost three months since Apocalypse and life at Xaiver Institute was falling back into a normal pattern. School had started and most the X-men had been glad to return to something so familiar. Both Jubilee and Rahn had returned, they along with Remy and Pitro, made the family whole. Magneto, now known as Erik Lensher, was carefully considering joining the family. Though many things had gone back to normal the dynamics of everyone had changed. Now they didn't just live together, they really were a family. Even Tabby found herself there more often than not.

Though the team as a whole was much closer, Xaiver had noticed one of his dear children start to regress into herself. At first the flirty Cajun Casanova, Remy, had seemed to be pulling her out of her shell but for the last eight weeks Xaiver's Untouchable was diminishing.

He had always known that Rogue was at great risk for depression. Being unable to have skin to skin human contact would make even the strongest people bend and possibly break. There were places in her mind even he couldn't go while she was unconscious and though he had run into that before, Xaiver knew that to be able to hide something like that it must have been horrible. Something had been bound to and now all he could think was that it would be very, very soon.

Sitting up a little straighter at his desk, Professor Charles Xaiver wasn't all that surprised to feel an intense wave of anguish come from the kitchen. He knew Rogue was still up though school started in five hours. It felt as if Logan was there with her now so he left them alone. He hoped that whatever special bond they shared was enough to pull back his most unstable student from the edge of herself.

"You should be in bed." Logan partially grunted when he saw his favorite kid at the table though he had known she was there before he had gotten the kitchen, no one could hide their sent.

Rogue looked up; the bags under her eyes looked almost black against her flawless but pale skin. She didn't bother to answer and went back to staring at the smooth surface of the table; her delicate hands were folded in her lap unseen underneath it. With a grunt, Logan opened one of his 'hidden' beers. Everyone knew where they were but were much too afraid to take one of them. He inhaled deeply after the first gulp. The sent of Rogue filled his nostrils but also there was the metallic sent of her blood. He was surprised he hadn't smelled it sooner but then realized that though she was bleeding from something it was such a small amount that he must have overlooked it because of how he viewed her.

But this was different, weird. Logan casually looked at the calendar that hung on the fridge. It wasn't Rogue's time of the month. The irony of that hit Logan, two years ago he would have laughed if someone told him he would know all the girls schedules. "You okay?" he tried to sound casual, and for the most part succeeded.

"Just can't sleep, ah guess." She mumbled back.

Not sure how to bring up such a sensitive issue, or even if he should, Logan huffed and sat down. Deciding he would never be able to live with himself if something happened, The Wolverine did what he always did, just said it. "You been cuttin' Stripes?" his voice was softer than normal but it left no room for lying or avoiding.

Emerald orbs looked up in surprised. There was no mistaking the look on Rogue's face, guilt. Logan was strongly reminded of a deer caught in the headlights. It would have been comical if the situation wasn't so serious. "Where's the knife?" he asked, this time just slightly defeated.

The teen pulled her right hand out from under the table. She slid the steak knife across the top in the general direction of her mentor. Her eyes were now glued to the other hand in her lap. The silence was heavy as Logan walked the offending item to the sink. "Let me see your other arm." His voice was a little gruffer, knowing that if Rogue was going to object it would be now.

He wasn't really sure he was seeing straight when Rogue did as he asked without hesitation. Carefully, Logan slid the arm of nightgown to her elbow, Rogue tensed under the tentative touch. The ungloved skin was pale and pasty but smooth as porcelain. Confusion poured over Logan's face. Tears filmed Rogue's eyes and made them look glossy, as if she was far away in a place Logan couldn't go. That frightened him.

Big green eyes looked up and Logan saw himself reflected in them. His girl looked so young in her long sleeved light green nightgown. Rogue's hair wasn't straightened and curled so gently against her baby like face it shouldn't have been legal for an eight teen year old to look that virginal. She looked so broken and tired, like she had been hiding this truth for to long and she simply couldn't do it anymore. It was the moment Logan reached out to touch her face that the Professor enter. Logan retracted his hands as he heard the words spoken, "Rogue will you please stand and come with me to the med lab."

There wasn't really a question in Xaiver's voice. Keeping eye contact with Logan Rogue stood and took her arm back. It seemed like forever to him as she stared into his eyes. He saw her. Logan had seen glimpses of that girl, the one struggling to hold on, but he had never seen her let go. 'I can't do it anymore, I'm just to tired. I want you to understand. But you can't because I can't tell you.' Her eyes spoke to him. Finally, Rogue turned and followed the Professor.

Logan stood next to the table frozen in place for a moment. In his minds eye he saw a young teen curled into a ball on the X-jet. She was shaking from what she claimed was cold but now he saw the fear in her eyes. Her emerald orbs looked as if she were begging him for something, at the time he had thought it was simply to be able to stay on board the moving jet. But now it looked so different. Another image of a southern beauty telling him to let her kidnapper live. And yet another memory of a spicy teen yelling at him to duck as he rode on the back of his motorcycle. Something was happening to his girl, and she was his baby no matter what, so Logan followed to the infirmary.

When The Wolverine got to his destination he was surprised to see Xaiver waiting in the hall. "What's going on Chuck?" Logan growled out.

"It appears Rogue was a lot worse than I had imagined. Hank says he found evidence of self harm to her sexual body parts, indicating that she is ashamed of her sex life and possibly was abused or molested when she was younger. Those kinds of mental scars, even if she doesn't remember the actual event, can be devastating to her unconscious mind." Xaiver explained, worry creasing his forehead as he leaned forward in his wheel chair and rested his elbows on his knees.

A 'snikt' was heard as Logan's claws sprung free of his hands. "Someone did what to her?" he ground out through clenched teeth.

The Professor sighed but nodded. Feeling animalistic rage raise in him, Logan turned and slammed his fist into the nearest wall. It caved in and Logan pulled his hand out of the hole in the dry wall. "What is Hank doing to her?" he asked, his fury barely contained.

"He's just going to give her something to help her sleep tonight. She started crying on the way down and is much to stressed to work though anything tonight." Xaiver explained gently, not commenting on the wall.

It was then Hank came out. "She's asleep." He said to the other two men.

Charles nodded. Logan just sniffed. "We'll let her sleep for tonight. Do you want to try talking to her first tomorrow Logan?" Xaiver asked.

His answer was a quick nod then Logan turned to leave. He didn't go to far, just across the hall to the Danger Room. Sleep wasn't going to be an option. How could he have missed this? How could he have left her alone like that?