Authoress's Notes: well. Never thought I'd actually write this ship. But here I am, and here it is. Tell me what you think. I'm not ashamed to admit that I didn't put too much work into it: I heard the song, I found the idea, I wrote it down, I edited it a bit, and I posted. So.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rogue, Logan, Jean/Phoenix, Pforessor X or Dr. McCoy. The song Karma belongs to Alicia Keys.

Rating: PG-13 for a few profanities...

SPOILERS: X2.

Weren't you the one that said, that you don't want me anymore.
And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door.

I gave you your dogtags back. They're yours; to you, they are who you are. To me, they are simply you. They hung around my neck for a long time, until you came back. You went to look for yourself.

And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.
But still you said that love was gone, and that I had to leave.

You left. You left again. You promised me you'd take care of me. But how can you do that when you're not here half the time?

Now you, talking bout a family
Now you, saying I complete your dream
Now you, saying I'm your everything.

Dr. Grey - Jean's death really had a big effect on you. Once I thought you only cared about me. The way you'd look at me... as if I was only yours, yours to love, yours to protect. And then you fell in love with Jean... or did you?

Now you only see me. I'm not saying I'm glad Jean died – of course not; I'd never ever say something like that. It was practically my fault that she died! I mean ... if I hadn't tried to fly the jet, it wouldn't have gotten stuck in the mud... and Jean's sacrifice wouldn't have been needed.

But it seems to have cleared your head. You were devastated at first... you left again, this time for longer than the other times. I think Scott's given up on his bike for good. I felt lonely without that little piece of you around my neck. But I still had the you in my head. That was a bit of comfort.

You confusing me
What you say to me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me.

And now you're back. And you want only me. Well.

What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's crying, desiring to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's crying, desiring to come back.

I remember when
I was sitting home alone
Waiting for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn.

And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.
And explaining to me, like I'm just some kind of a fool.

It's as if, you weren't sure if you wanted to be with me or not. I know my skin doesn't scare you. You're willing to work that one out. I've made some discoveries with Dr. McCoy and Professor Xavier. We're getting closer. It'll only be a while before I can fully control my powers.

I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through.

There have been times you've saved me. Quite a few, in fact. But there have been so many, so many times I needed you and you weren't here...

Now you, wanna be a bond of me
Now you, have so much to say to me
Now you, wanna make time for me
What you do to me.
You're confusing me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me.

What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's crying, desiring to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's crying, desiring to come back.

I remember when
I was sitting home alone
Waiting for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn
Night after night
Knowing something going on
Wasn't home before me
You was, you was gone.

Lord knows it wasn't easy, believe me.
Never thought you'd be the one that would deceived me.

You haven't really deceived me... more of a betrayal. I just don't know what it is with you. You're so ... you can't make up your mind, can you?

Now that Jean's back -- Phoenix, she calls herself -- all you have on her mind is you. This Jean is somehow strange. Even you can sense it. But if you ask me, you're ignoring your nose and following your dick. It's such a fucked-up feeling... I've waited so long for you, and each time you come back you jerk me around...

You want me, you want me not, you want me, you want me not...

And never do what you was supposed to do
No need to hose me fool, cause I'm over you.

I will not wait for you. I will not stand around pulling petals off a flower, Logan.

I am over you. Of course, I'll never be rid of you; you'll always be a part of me. I'll always have you in my head... but that may actually be useful. That way I'll be able to avoid you better.

I will find someone who will love me. I'll keep in touch with Charles and with Hank; I still need to work on keeping my powers subdued. But I'm outta here.

What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's crying, desiring to come back to me
It's called Karma baby.
And it goes around.
What goes around, comes around,
What goes up, must comes down,
Now who's crying, desiring to come back to me...