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I'm really proud of this story even if Logan and Rogue seem out of character (Most likely Logan), since it's very rare for me to finish anything I start writing because I get Writer's Block very easily. So I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Logan sat down on his bed, covering his face with his hands.
Why was this pain inside him? Did he really love Jean that much? Or.... Was it something else?
He fell back on his unmade bed, messing it up even more and put his arm over his eyes. He felt a teardrop rushed down his cheek.
"Dammit."
He wasn't this weak. Crying is for the weak. What was wrong with him?
He brushed it away, but another fell. What was this pain deep in his chest? It was unbearable, almost as if it were killing him. Taking his life force away from him. Sure, he had felt some pretty bad physical pain before, but this was different. Not once had h-
No. That was a lie. He had felt this pain before. A couple years ago, when Magneto had almost killed Rogue. It was the same. Identical, practically.
But how? Logan thought of Rogue as more of a sister or a daughter. He didn't love her that way.... Did he?
He heard a knock at his open door.
"Logan?"
Speak of the devil. Rogue stood there in a short, black nightgown with her hand in a fist on the door.
Logan hadn't noticed before, but her chest was growing. He guessed it was probably just the dress hanging off her breasts, but she looked so grown up. Her hair even looked sexy - tangled up and in a mess.
"Isn't that dress kind of mature for you?" Logan smirked.
Rogue started blushing, and brushed her hair back. "I was with Bobby."
Logan curled his hand in a fist and narrowed his eyes at Rogue. "What?"
"It's just for show. I didn't touch him," Rogue said, looking away from Logan's eyes, her own filling with water. No. She couldn't do this. Not now. Not in front of him.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked, stepping towards her.
"I'm just.... I'm just worried. About you. I mean, the whole thing with the dam and Jea-
Logan put his hand up to stop her. He couldn't hear her name.
"Stop. Please Rogue. Don't say it."
Rogue walked forward and pulled him to his bed. They sat down silently and she glanced up at him innocently.
Noticing her gaze, Logan looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
Rogue suddenly touched his cheek with her gloved hand and rubbed her finger over it. Logan saw her eyebrows turn upwards confusingly. She looked concerned.
Rogue stared up at him and asked, "Logan? Have you been crying?"
Damn. His tears had dried on his cheeks.
Logan pushed her away and stood up. He snarled, "No."
Rogue stood up with him and reached up to feel his face again. "You can talk to me you kn-"
Logan stepped back angrily, avoiding her hands. "Shut up Rogue."
She winced and turned towards the door with her back straight. "Fine. Then I'm leaving."
Logan could have stabbed himself with his own claws. He shouldn't have snapped at her like that.
"Wait," Logan called and pulled her to his chest. Good thing he was wearing a real shirt tonight instead of his regular wife beater. "I'm sorry. I'm just upset right now. I can't sleep and.... And I need a cigar."
Rogue looked up from his shirt to his face and laughed, wrapping her arms around him. "I know. It's okay."
They stayed like that for awhile. Just in each others embrace without physically touching.
When Rogue finally stepped away, she pulled him once again to his bed. Then they just talked. They talked about anything they could think of. Their powers, school, love.
"Do you love him?"
Rogue stared at him, confused. "Who?"
"Bobby."
Rogue smiled. It was subtle, but it was still a smile. "No. I don't think I do."
Logan was then the one bewildered. He thought she worshipped the ground below the boy's feet. "What? You don't?"
"No. I think he likes Kitty anyway."
"But he's dating you."
"I know. He'll dump me soon enough."
"Then why don't you do it instead?" He grabbed her wrists and leaned in close to her face.
"If I did, I'd have a reason for coming here tonight."
Logan focused on her face. Her eyes stayed locked on his. What did she mean by that?
"What?"
Rogue pulled herself off the bed and dusted off her dress. "Nothing."
"Tell me what you mean."
Rogue turned towards him with the saddest look Logan had ever seen on her young face and whispered, "You love her don't you? Jean? And you still do, even now. I saw you guys. Together, outside the camp."
Logan's eyes widened. She'd seen them? And why was she mentioning Jean? Jean had nothing to do with this. "I told you not to talk about her."
"But it's true."
"Shut up!"
"Just admit it!"
"GET OUT OF HERE MARIE!"
Rogue took a final look at him, then ran out the door and back to her room. Logan had caught sight of tears pouring down her cheeks.
Logan slumped down on his bed and closed his eyes. It always ends up in yelling when Jean's name is inserted into the conversation.
He rolled over and opened the drawer to his bed side table. Pulling out a cigar and a lighter, he noticed his dog tag also inside. Taking it out, he thought of when he had given it to Rogue for her to take care of when he had left.
Maybe it was time to give it back to her. As an apology. And a gift.

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