Disclaimer: And and all X-Men characters do not belong to me. Now I have to go and have a good cry . . . However, the characters I made up my ownself do belong to me. I'm actually one of the characters. She'll make her appearance in the third chapter if I'm not mistaken. A Miss DeLeigh Martinez. Although DeLeigh is my middle name. Anywho . . .

Rating: PG-13 for language, voilence, fight scenes, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Note: I'm a big supporter of Rogue and Gambit, like it should be. So don't get pissed when you see me tweaked the Rogue and Bobby relationship. It was meant to be. So bite me. Please RR

Chapter One

There were white masked men and women everywhere. They surrounded him. Needles and scalpels and who knows what else were in their hands. He had thought that they had thought he was sleeping. But no, now he knew they didn't think that. He was wide-awake and they knew it. They were operating on him and he was wide-awake. But just wait one second. Saying they were operating on him wouldn't give the word justice. No, they were picking into him. Ripping him wide open. There were livid scars all over his body to prove that. He could feel the pain. What were they putting into him? He looked around and saw people standing around with clipboards in their hands. They were taking notes. With mounting horror, he saw that they were taking notes on HIM. He closed his eyes and opened them again, wishing everything would be normal. No such relief came to him. The pain was now growing more intense. He could almost hear the darkness calling his name as he fought to stay conscious. He cried out, pleading with them to stop. He didn't want this anymore, whatever he had agreed to. He just wanted them to stop. But they only laughed at him. They knew he could heal. They knew he would survive. They wanted him to be able to remember everything they did to him. One of the masked men moved closer to him, his scalpel gleaming in the light overhead. He knew what the masked man was going to do. He was going to slice his face open now. The man continued to bare down on him, the scalpel coming ever closer to the man strapped down on the table . . .

'NO!'

Logan, code name Wolverine, awoke with a start. Cold sweat was pouring down his body. His white tank top stuck to his chest. He gasped for air as he remembered his surroundings. That wasn't too hard. He was on the floor and his room was in shreds.

There was that dream again, he thought bitterly to himself as he looked around at the damage he had done. The same dream I keep havin' constantly every night since I've bin here . . .

Bits of pillow and pieces of the sheet covered the floor. This was the fourth time it had happened in one week. His mattress was ripped to shreds. He massaged his left hand over the spaces between his knuckles where the claws extended while the dull pain of them faded away. He had done a number to the floor as well. He leaned back on the wall he was closest to. He sighed as he shut his eyes. After fifteen minutes, it was apparent that he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. He knew exactly what time it was, as usual. He didn't have to have a clock to tell him either. It just came natural to him. It was now 2:57 in the morning.

Deciding that he didn't want to see the white masked people again in his dreams, if he ever did go back to sleep, he got up and headed downstairs. As many times since he had gone down to the kitchen, he could have walked there blind-folded. He silently made his way to the kitchen and smelt someone before he entered.

Rogue had been up since 1:00. She sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen. She had a soda bottle in her white-gloved hand and her back to Logan. As he silently padded in, she would have never known he came into the room until he stopped short to see whom he would be sharing the kitchen with tonight.

She turned around. 'Oh, hey Logan.' Her southern drawl could not go unnoticed.

'Hey,' he answered her back as he made his way to the refrigerator. Rogue smiled silently as she saw the disgusted look on his face when he surveyed what there was to drink.

'There's some soda in the very back,' she offered. He looked deeper and found a six-pack of Dr. Pepper. He pulled the whole pack out and made his way to the other chair.

'Couldn't sleep?' she asked as he popped the bottle open and sighed.

'How could ya tell?' Logan asked before taking a drink.

She looked at him more closely. 'Somethin' wrong? You're drenched in sweat!'

'I'll be fine, darlin',' he assured her in a tone that meant all too clearly that he didn't want to talk about it.

They sat in silence for a while. Rogue played with her bottle top.

'So, this the place everybody goes to if they can't sleep?' Logan wondered, breaking the silence.

'I dunno. You've been down here numerous times. You tell me,' Rogue said as Logan smirked.

'Heard Charley's got us another mission soon,' Logan said.

'Really? Does that mean Bobby and I can come too?' she asked.

'I'll ask,' Logan replied.

Just then his ears picked up a set of footsteps coming their way. His smelling picked up a peculiar scent that he recognized instantly. Rogue turned around and saw it was Jean Grey. She felt her way to the kitchen; her eyes strangely milky, lacking pupil and iris.

'Hello Rogue. Hello Logan,' she said as she moved to the refrigerator, just slightly feeling her way to it.

'I'll get whatever you need,' Logan offered, since he was closest to the refrigerator.

'That's quite alright. I'm fine,' Jean said as she reached it.

Sometimes I wonder if Miss Grey is really totally blind. By a glance, she walks and acts almost as a normal person would, Rogue thought suddenly.

And may I remind you that I tap into people's visual receptors and use them as surrogate eyes to actually "see" my way around, a voice inside Rogue's head said.

Jean then appeared from the refrigerator and smiled gently in her direction.

'I'll never get use to that!' Rogue said as she smiled and blushed.

'Sorry, but I'll leave you two to your conversation,' Jean said as she made her way back down the hall with a water bottle in her hand.

Logan was silent.

'Why do you act that way around her?' Rogue wondered before she could think about stopping herself.

'What're you talkin' about?' he asked gruffly.

'Well, um, what I meant was . . .' she said as she tried to explain, but she was sure she was only making things worse with every word. 'I just think you act differently towards her when she's around.'

Logan didn't answer her back.

'But now, since she's gone, I guess it doesn't really matter,' Rogue said.

'What?' Logan asked sharply as he looked up at her. Her white streaks started to fade into red, just like the rest of her hair. Her face changed, along with her body. He was now looking at Jean Grey where Rogue once sat.

'It doesn't matter anymore, right Logan?' her haunting voice questioned.

'The hell?!' Logan muttered as he shot up.

It was a double dream . . .