Disclaimer, I don't own any of this stuff, k????????????? k.
Rating, pg13, i mean like LOGAN is in it, gotta have swearing!
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The road was dark, the sky black, no stars to shine and twinkle. But then again, that's how Logan liked it. He was a loner, but deep down in his heart, he knew that there was a little girl with white streaks in her hair who wanted to change that. And god help him, he wanted her. So that's why he was speeding south from Canada in the cold nights air, clinging to the desperate hope that she would still want him, would still need him to protect her.

meanwhile at the mansion..........

"Night Rogue, and happy birthday," Storm whispered as she closed the door to the now 19 year old's bedroom. Little did she know that Rogue hadn't slept in her own bed ever since Logan left. The girl with white streaks waited patiently, clad in a flannel shirt and boxers that clearly weren't hers. Promptly, at 12 am, she rose from her bed and ever so stealthily crept in to the room beside hers, one that smelled of Canada and cigars, one that smelled entirely of the Wolverine.
"Miss you Logan," she whispered to empty air. She settled down in the big bed, clutching his dog tags to her heart, for fear of losing them. She grabbed a pillow and held it close against her. After Logan had left a few years prior, the Professor had locked Logan's room up, as he was expecting him back at some point. What the Professor never knew was that Logan had given Rogue a key to his (logan's) room in case she needed to talk to him or something. She used it every day, er, night.

It wasn't too long after midnight that a slight roaring engine could be heard idling up to the mansion. Scott jerked awake beside his wife, Dr. Jean Grey Summers, and raced downstairs, pretty much guessing who would be crazy, inconsiderate, and rude enough to drive up engines roaring at that late hour.
"Logan, welcome back!" Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, stated as soon as a leather clad Logan walked into the mansion.
"Yeah, fuck you too, Summers," Logan shot back. "Where's M-Rogue?" Scott just looked at him, slightly amused. Scott knew where Rogue would be, but just for old time's sake, decided to let Logan have the surprise of his life.
"Should be in bed, if she has any sense, but why don't you stash your things first, the Professor kept your room open, I assume you still have the key?" Scott called over his should as he left. Logan just growled an affirmative and headed up to his room, tantalizingly close to Marie's.
* I would go to her room now, but would she talk to me? After I abandoned her? * Logan worried as he stepped into his room, to caught up in his own thoughts to smell the object of his desires laying fast asleep in his bed. It was not until he dropped his bag and the figure stirred that he smelt and saw her. "Marie?" He said a bit loud.
"What, huh?" A very startled Marie sat straight up in bed. "Aw, fuck, Logan, sorry, I'll leave," She whispered as she made to get out of the bed.
"Wait Marie, stay and we can talk," he barely got the words out of his throught, as he was stunned by innocent Marie's shapely body under what he recognized as his clothing. "May I ask why you are wearing my clothes?" he almost whispered the question, and was stunned by her answer.
"They help me sleep with my nightmares," she whispered, her eyes downcast.
"Allright, that's it, climb back in bed and tell me what has happened while I was gone," Logan ordered in his gruff voice.