Title: Twisted Logic

Author: Tornado Ally

Rating: PG

Summary: (One Shot) (Probably) (Or Not) Love triangles, iced Cappuccinos, and deep, insightful thoughts (probably). Some more insightful and angst -ridden than others. Told in different POV.

Disclaimer: I sniff do not own the X-Men. If I did, I would be rolling around in a room full of money and saying "I'm so clever" over and over and over and...

A/N: I discovered this in the deep abyss that is My Documents folder, and remembered why I liked it. Reviews and reviewers are lovely.

A/N #2: You know how some people are really bad at summaries? While I'm terrible at tittles. Please don't hold that against me.

Logan

"She wasn't used to looking in peoples eyes for their emotions, stupid. Maybe you should stop being a hard-ass and start showing them in your face."

With those words she turned and stalked out of the room. Those were the last words she spoke to me for four days.

Finally, on the fifth day I tracked her down in the kitchen, laughing with her friends over iced cappuccinos.

"Hey," I interrupted. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

She didn't stop smiling when she turned to me, but by the look in her eyes she was less than pleased.

"Sure," She said. "Don't eat all the biscotti on me, okay guys?" She told her friends.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Jubilee shouted after her as we walked out of the kitchen.

As soon as we reached the main hall, she turned to me, her arms crossed defensively. "Yeah?" She wasn't going to let me off easily. I really had been an asshole this time. Even I could admit that. But I had been doing some thinking over the ast few days, and I had come to the conclusion that I couldn't just leave things like this.

"Listen, kid, I wanna talk to you. I know I've been kind of a jerk the last couple of days..." Before I could finish, she cut me off.

"Kind of? Kind of a jerk? And last couple of days? Logan, I think you've been a jerk your entire life. At least you have since the day I met you."

Okay. This wasn't off to a good start. But dammit, she wasn't making things any easier.

"Are you going to let me finish?" She didn't answer, just sighed and looked bored, staring slightly to the side of my right shoulder.

"I know I've been a jerk, and everything you said before was true," If only she knew how damaging this was for my ego, maybe then she wouldn't be taking it so lightly. "So I've decided to take off for awhile. Get my priorities straight. Sort out my thoughts."

"What?" She was looking at me now. "You're leaving?" she asked incredulously. "Again?"

Well, this wasn't the reaction I'd expected.

"But I thought you decided to stay here!"

"Listen, kid, what good am I doing by staying here? It's not like I'm doing anyone any good."

She snorted. "Where'd you get that twisted logic from? God, Logan, is that what you think?" She seemed to have trouble speaking.

"Where's this coming from kid?"

"Stop calling me that!" She said, regaining her composure. "I hope you have a nice trip." She said, and turned to walk up the stairs. She looked back at me, and I think I saw a look of pity in her eyes...or was it something else? Whatever it was, I couldn't tell because she turned and ran up the few remaining steps and out of sight, leaving me feeling very confused.

"My God," came a mocking voice from behind me. "You really are a dumbass, aren't you?" I turned to see Jubilee in the door leading to the kitchen.

"Got another stick up your ass, mall-rat?"

Her eyes narrowed at the nickname. She looked like she was considering something, then sneered in disgust and muttered, "Nah, much as I love Rogue, you're not worth it."

I had a small inner battle with myself before finally giving in and asking her what she meant.

"How much is it worth?"

"I'm not going to pay you for information that is most likely worthless."

"Fine. Then I guess you're not going to get this information. Your loss, bub."

"What do you mean?" I growled.

"What? Loss, or bub? Or is it information? Guess that's just one to many big words in a sentence for ya."

It took all the willpower I had right then to keep my claws retracted. Instead, I walked across the hall and out the door.

Jubilee

"Logan's leaving," I announced to Kitty as I flounced back into the kitchen and took my place on one of the stools surrounding the island.

"So I heard," Kitty said halfheartedly, her hand supporting her head and her quickly melting iced cappuccino sitting ignored in front of her.

"Rogue's upset," I stated, trying to provoke some sort of a reaction.

"Heard that too."

"You going to finish that?" I asked her, pointing to her drink.

She pushed it across the table with one finger.

"I'll bet Bobby will be happy." I continued, searching her face.

"Bet he will be." This wasn't getting me anywhere.

"Kitty..."

"Stop it Jubilee, okay? I'm not going to say anything, so you can just stop it." She got up and walked through the doors leading outside, leaving me alone.

I pulled the plate of basked closer to me, and sighed. It was going to be a long week.

Logan is such a jackass.

Kitty

Logan is such a jackass.

I am saying this because Logan doesn't realize how much he is hurting one of my best friends.

I'm lying.

Logan isn't a jackass. I am, for thinking even for a second that...

I can't say it. If I say it, it makes it true, and I've learned that although denying things is bad in the long-run, it sure beats dealing with stuff right away.

I will say this though: If Logan can't even realize that Rogue doesn't want him to leave, how would he even notice that I don't want him to leave either?

This is what I call irony, pure and simple.

I mean, how often does Logan see me, anyways? Maybe once a day, if I'm lucky. Twice on a good day. Strike that, a great day. But the only reason I see him, is because he's there to see someone else.

Oh God. This hurts so much.

Sometimes I wonder how I can feel like this. I'm only 16, I don't know what love is. I've never had the fortune (or is it misfortune?) of being in it before.

Is that even what it is? It's an infatuation, more likely. An obsession with something that I will never, ever have.

Maybe that's why Rogue is so appealing to Bobby, John, and the rest of the male population here. You always want what you can't have, right? I know I do.

Does Rogue even like Logan the way I do? I've never asked her about it. Jubilee's brought it up a couple of times, but it's really hard to get a straight answer out of Rogue. That's the way it's always been. I don't think she likes defining things.

I'm the exact opposite. I like defining things, knowing what goes where and putting things in their proper place. Maybe that's another bonus Rogue has. Her added mystery.

As roommates, none of us have any secrets from each other anymore. It's almost an unspoken rule in our room that there is no information that we can have that the others aren't privy to, with three exceptions: One of which was mentioned above, the second is the way I feel about Logan (which I fear is painfully obvious to Jubilee), and three, if one of us hears the others crying during the night, we wait until morning to ask them what's wrong.

Sometimes I hate the third exception. Because no matter how many times I wake up crying, everything seems better in the morning, and I tell them that it was nothing, a nightmare. And the next night the same thing happens.

Rogue

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Logan is such a jackass.

Why is everything always him, him, him? Oh, I'm just going to ride of on a bike somewhere and pick up some cheap hookers and beer on the way, and that will make everything okay.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I want Logan to stay. He was the first person that helped me when I ran away, and every time I've been in any sort of danger after that.

There's also the little fact that I think I'm falling in love with him.

I really don't want him to leave. Problem is, I don't know how to tell him.

I hate admitting that I have the exact same problem communicating with people as he does, but it's true. Mostly because I don't like to face facts. I feel like such a hypocrite for getting mad at him like that.

Last time he left it was to find his past. Well, I've got some news that will surprise him. He can do that perfectly well staying right here.

Maybe I should tell him. I wish he just had enough common sense to ask. Though I do find it weird, that no one else asked me either. I suppose it's because most people believe that your memories can always be recalled at a moments notice. They don't realize that when you absorb someone else's memories, you absorb even the parts of themselves that even they don't remember.

That's right. I remember Logan's past. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? I remember the past that he's been searching for for the past 15 years. I remember something that happened when I didn't know that a man with adamantium claws and an indestructible skeleton even existed.

You may wonder why I never told him about it. Well you know that expression, too little too late? How do you think he would feel if I told him I knew all that stuff? Probably kick my ass for not telling him sooner.

Sometimes I wonder that if I told him, maybe the images that wake me up during the night would go away. They seem to be trapped, his memories, and I'm the only place that can hold them. If Logan knew about them, perhaps they could return to their original owner.

'Course, that could just mess him up even further that he already is.

I hate that I can't tell him anything. It's like my mind is a prison, keeping things locked up in there with hardly an room for my own thoughts. I can feel myself forgetting thing sometimes, stupid things, names, dates, memories, from the time before a girl named Rogue existed, when she was just Marie.

I can't say it's a loss. I don't like remembering many things from before I came here, but it's still unsettling, having your own thoughts being taken away from you by memories that are not even your own.

Logan's wrong. I'm not a kid. A kid's mind is innocent and pure. It contains the voice of one person, not five. It can love unconditionally and doesn't have the knowledge that there are people in the world worse than the villains on Power Rangers. Most of all, it can look out at the world with the kind of optimism that left me the moment I felt Logan's memories seep into my mind.

I am most definitely not a kid.