I have gotten quite a few reviews for this lovely little ficlet of mine. I never expected any, because the movie I'm dealing with is a couple of years old. So thank you everyone. Yes this story is AU, it's how I saw the movie. Also, someone asked me about Logan's nightmares. Yes, he has them. However Marie goes to bed before Logan and is a heavy sleeper. She does not hear them. She may hear them in the future however.

One more point (I'm sorry) I apologize in advance for my portal of the X-Men. I love them, but for this fic, some of them had to be a little mean. I'm sorry if that bothers you.

The morning after was a little awkward. I was, literally pinned down by Logan. He had his arm holding him up while his upper body was half on me. His right leg was wrapped around my legs. After a while I decided to get up. I moved slightly and heard a growl. Undeterred, I tried again.

The hand supporting him collapsed and all his weight was on me. I let out a gasp. "Logan" I squeaked out. I could hardly breathe. He shifted over after a couple of seconds and I darted out of the room. I took a cold shower. I felt really hot.

Logan got up awhile later. I hadn't bothered with breakfast. It was late when I woke up. I just made a pot of coffee and sat in the passenger seat of the car. I was half way through my dime store smut when Logan sat down next to me. He had already finished dismantling or connection to water and electricity from our current campsite.

The ignition started with a roar and we were off. I wasn't really paying attention to the road. Logan was a good driver –if not a little too fast- so I could just focus on my book. It wasn't all that good really. Some girl named Lucy met a guy in Montana and that's about all I've gotten. Something about her description of his light, lean frame made me look up. I compared his description to Logan. He wasn't all that lean. His muscles bulged. Lucy has no idea what she was missing. Sadly I have a look but don't touch problem right now.

It was early evening when we pulled up to a greasy little diner. It looked exactly the same as it did when it was built I think. I wasn't there or anything, but the juke box playing records kind of gives it away.

I and Logan have never gone out for lunch before. When he got out I had just followed him. I glanced at him for an explanation. He wasn't paying attention to me. We waited a couple of seconds until a girl came out. She was all flushed and was pulling her apron. She smiled apologetically when the old man in the corner yelled for coffee.

"Welcome! Just the two of you?" Logan nodded and she took us to a booth away from the window. She smiled gave us our menu's and ran to get the coffee pot for the old man. I picked up my menu. Nothing really called out my name. By the time she had come back Logan still hadn't said a word. It wasn't necessarily awkward but it wasn't all that fun.

"I'll have a diet coke and burger please" I said all smiles. She smiled back at me and took my menu.

"Beer. Steak" she nodded and took the menu. I shot Logan a look. She came back a few seconds later. The drinks clanked lightly as she put them down. He scowled and she ran off.

Lifting up my drink, I sipped through the straw of my diet coke. Logan chugged half his beer before looking up at me. "We gotta talk."

I placed down my glass and looked at him. "we" his had rose and motioned between us, "Have no real rules."

I hadn't really thought about that. "Do you want there to be?" I thought are system worked just fine. He nodded and picked up his bee for a sip. It went down on the table silently.

"Yeah, there has to be."

I slurped through my straw before looking at him once more. "What kind of rules?"

"You can't talk to guys" he blurted out. I was a little shocked. I never talked to guy- oh wait. Yes I did. Was this what this was about? But why? I mean, I talk to people at the bar sometimes. A couple times guys have hit on me. That is it though really.

"What kind of guys? All guys? Young guys? Even you?" I fished for details. I needed to get boundaries set out. I'd never really thought I was committed to Logan. I never think of what will happen after my time traveling with him, but I don't see much beyond tomorrow either. Is my time indefinite? Forever?

He snarls a little than lifts up his beer to his mouth. He shaved today. I'm going to have to clean when we get back. He lifts his bottle to signal for another, then puts it back on the table. It placates him for a bit anyway. "Look Marie, I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to constantly worry about you when I'm fighting you know?" I can understand that. "It's just hard okay? So don't do it."

"Is that all you want to talk to me about? Is there something else? I mean we should get it out on the table, don't you think?" I want to make sure that is all that is bugging him.

He looks a little shifty. "Did you" he clears his throat. "Did you mind sleeping with me last night?"

That was a loaded question if ever there was one. "You didn't give me a lot of choice" He looks ready to interrupt. I raise a hand to stop him. "I didn't mind sugar" hearing my nick-name for him, he visibly relaxes. "I just was surprised is all, really."

Our food and another beer arrive and we eat. We eat and are quiet for a bit. "How old are you?" The question startles me.

"I'm 17. Perfectly legal" I joke. I'm a little concerned when all I get is a nod from him in return. Maybe the joke wasn't funny. "How old are you?" I ask nonchalantly. I don't really care.

"Not sure really. I woke up 15 years ago with no memory. I look almost the same so" he shrugs it off. "Probably in my 30's though if this mug is what I got to go by." He grins and I grin too. Then it becomes serious again. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Yeah. I'm supposed to be in grade 11, but when I was kicked out, I couldn't really go anymore."

"Do you wanna be in school?"

"Well no" I laugh. "I'm not really that type. I read a lot, but school, not so much."

We didn't converse much after that. Logan paid and got up to go to the bathroom. I hadn't seen the bill yet so I peered inside the cracked brown folder the receipt was in. Cost of meal, $20.23. Logan paid $20.25. I shook my head. Tipping is not a country in China. I pull out a five and walked out to the car.

We drove away ready for Logan's cage fight that evening. We walked into the bar together before He went to the back. Logan did his thing, I did mine. I bet pretty high, and made quite a bit. Better than I ever have. Everyone voted for a guy named stinger. I was the only one who went with Logan. Bids were either 5 or ten. All of us bid ten. At $350 I was doing well! I pulled out after that though, best not to make enemies.

I tried not to move away from the cage until all the fights were over. There fun to watch –okay, LOGAN is fun to watch- but it is boring without having a stake in the fight. You can't cheer either. Except for a few yeahs and boos. I tried once doing a rah-rah "Logan, Logan he's are man" cheer but it didn't go over too well. The beer can chucked at my head was overkill. Logan finished pretty early that night. He only fought ten rounds, but there were no more challengers anyway.

I headed out to the trailer not bothering to stay. I kind of felt like going to bed. I walked out and took a deep breath of the cold air. I felt my face instantly freeze. I love Canada! The south is nice but I like it a little cold.

I walk into the back and start to clean. There isn't really all that much to do. I debated going back inside for awhile. Then pick up my novel and read that instead. It's pretty good. I'm not really into romances, but it's a fun little read. Cheap too.

Logan comes in a few minutes later and heads to bed. We hadn't really talked about sleeping arrangements. I got up and followed him. I peeled off my clothes and got into my jammies. Then I crawled into his bed. He didn't seem upset. He swung his arm around me and then fell asleep. Must of been exhausted, the poor thing. I nodded off pretty soon after.

It was really early in the morning when I heard the knock on the door. We hadn't moved from the parking lot last night. We had enough water and electricity from the last campsite so we hadn't bothered. I really didn't want to get up and deal with an angry bar tender. Besides, no one has ever had a problem before. The knocks continue. Logan starts to growl under his breath. I feel sorry for the poor sucker on the other side of the door.

He leaps out of bed and answers. I roll over and listen closely. "What the hell do you want?" He is so funny when he is angry. "Well?!"

I hear nothing for a bit and then the door slams. He stomps down the narrow hallway. "Kid" I look down to the edge of the bed. "Get up we have visitors."

He leaves and I do as he says. I comb through my hair with my fingers. Ouch. Noughts. I put on my clothes quickly and walk to the front. 3 people are waiting. They all were wearing some shiny black clothes. They look real out of place hear. "Hi". I have no idea who these people are.

The women with the white hair stood up. "Hello Rogue" I'm shocked to hear my alias coming from someone I haven't met. "We are from Xavier's school for the gifted. We" she indicated to the two behind her "are teachers there. It is a safe place for mutants."

I had never heard of this place. I look to Logan and he just shrugs and pulls out a cigar. I smile briefly when the male in the group coughs a little. "Why are you talking to me? I've never heard of this place before. How did you find me?" I'm bursting with questions.

The woman smiled at me. Then frowned at Logan. "We have only recently found out about you. We wanted to come here and bring you to our school. Your guardian?" she looked once more at Logan. "Can join us for a while of course. You can meet the Professor." I wasn't really sure. I don't really want to go. I don't really trust these people.

We decided to go anyway. I wasn't at all for it. Logan wasn't either. When we found out they were not going to leave until I acquiesced their request, we gave in. Watching our camper trailer being driven into a jet was almost worth it.

The ride was pretty quiet and quite fast. I'd gotten used to long periods of time sitting in the trailer with Logan so the ride wasn't too difficult. The key is stretching while sitting.

We finally flew down. I'm not one to get all excited, but when a jet goes under a basketball court, that's pretty cool. We all got out and headed up to an office. An older man was sitting in a wheel chair when we walked in. "Hello Logan, Rogue." He nodded than told us to sit down. I did, Logan didn't.

"What is this place" He looked really suspicious.

"This is a school and a safe haven for mutants. You have already met storm, jean grey, and Cyclops." He smiled to the three standing behind us. Technically we haven't. No names were exchanged other than mine. How unfair was that?

"What do they call you? Wheels?" Logan sneered at the man. He could be so rude. He looked so hot when he sneered. Bad Marie very bad!

"My name is Charles Xavier." He turned the other three. After a moment of silence they left. "I have brought you here, Rogue to ask if you would join us here at our school" it didn't sound like a question to me. It sounded more like a demand. "Obviously we are worried about you well being right now."

I looked up, digesting this new piece of information. "What do you mean" worried for my safety? Have they met my Logan? He is a fighting machine. Not much can get past him.

"Well, you are a girl travelling with an older man, obviously we are a little nervous" I was not expecting that. Logan has never –and sadly will never- take advantage of me. I hear a snarl and am surprised it is coming from me. Even Logan's a little shocked. He grabs my gloved hand. "Now don't be upset. We are just trying to be cautious."

Logan has jumped up and I go with him. We are stopped by the three barging in. "Rogue, stay here." I look at the professor. I nod. Logan leaves. "Rogue, Schooling is very important. I want you to join us here, at this school, with others like you. Will you do that?" He reaches out his hand for me to shake. I don't. "We will talk soon."

The door opens and Logan is called in. I am escorted to a room with three beds. No one's here, but I can tell other people inhabit this room. The red head (jean grey I remind myself) smiles and takes her leave. I sprawl on the bed that I assume is mine. I wait for a long time before getting up. My thoughts have been on Logan for the Past hour now. Where is he? What is he doing? I'm going to find out.

I'd barely walked out of my room before spotting him. He's walking down the hall. He strides towards me as soon as are eyes meet. His are burning.

"Hey" I say when we're about two feet apart. "You okay?" He nods, and I pump him for information. "What did they say?"

"They asked a couple questions, 'bout you and me. Asked if I'd let you stay." He stopped talking. "I said you were with me." He paused. "And it would stay that way." He pulls out a cigar and lights it up. "I think it will be okay. They offered me a job. And they'll take good care of you." I was relieved he wasn't leaving me. I needed him.

I was pretty okay with it all. I went back, said I'd stay and that was that. I was put into grade 11. Logan became a teacher. I was in school again.

It took a while to adjust. I remembered a lot more than I thought I had and was able to catch up rather quickly. I gained a few friends, but still spent most of my free time with Logan. He was a terrible teacher. Not bad at his job, but his phys ed. Classes were gruelling. A lot of the kids hated him. I hated him too. But my body was turning out to be smoking hot.

My last period was always with Logan. I helped him put away equipment and tidy up after his class. Some people gave us weird looks. A lot of rumours have started about us being a couple. It doesn't really bother me.

The school was alright. It was a huge change in my routine. I was used to getting up around one in the afternoon and going to bed at 4 or 5 in the morning. For the first few days I was so exhausted. I learned to deal, and my internal clock was reprogrammed.

Logan and I were a lot closer here than on the road. We were outcasts here. We were new and interesting, but never included. We spent a fair amount of time out of the school. On rainy days we worked on Logan's bike.

We were working on Logan's bike today even though it was sunny .He gave me a rag and I polished down the leather seat of his bike. I had forgotten he even had one. Apparently it was a work in progress. It was all black with chrome. I loved his bike!

He was working on the engine when it happened. I had taken off my gloves so I didn't get them all dirty. He had reached out to hand me something. Our hands touched and he held mine in his much larger one. I felt the pull after a few seconds, but he didn't let go and after a few second the pull stopped. He let go. I had touched him, but he wasn't all that hurt!

I was so shocked I ran out on him and bolted to the professor's office. He assured me he'd get some tests done. I was ecstatic!

That night I walked into the lab with Logan right behind me. Jean Grey did some tests. We touched for alternating periods of times. The pull began to begin later and end sooner. I was so happy I nearly burst into tears. Jean offered me a smile and Logan seemed happy too.

The next day I was called down to the Lab and found out some fabulous news. Logan's mutation was creating an anti-body to protect him from my mutation. I would probably only ever be able to touch Logan, but it still made me happy. Logan seemed pleased that I could only touch asked several times if he'd be the only one. A sad smile was all he got from Jean. He grinned. Of course I was gaining Logan's healing ability. I was not getting his claws or his 'animal instincts'. For which I am kind of glad.

Obviously I started to consider things outside the realm of reality. If I could touch Logan, could I kiss Logan? Could I and Logan –for a lack of a better term- be intimate? I know it would never happen. But I still wanted it to happen. Is that so wrong?

Obviously the rumour mill was going strong. Jubilee and kitty (my roommates) knew my whole story. I was closest with Jubes but Kitty was okay too. They knew all about me and Logan, and, after a lot of probing, finally got the whole story out of me. It felt good to get it off my chest. I also told them a lot about what I wish me and Logan had, as well as what we didn't have.

They in turn told me about their own crushes and love lives as well as gave advice. Jubes was certain Logan loved me. Did I mention I love Jubes? She is seriously awesome.

We eventually were out of the rumour mill when Jean grey and Scott (Cyclops) announced their wedding date. A chorus of "finally!" rang out and the two blushed pretty hard. Jean and I had grown close too, with all the time we had spent in the lab together. She was older than me, but more giggly than a school girl. She told me thing about Scott I never wanted to hear, but she also helped me with Logan.

I was really early that evening when I went down to the lab. She was standing there and looked nervous. I greeted her and she rushed up to me. "Will you be one of my bride's maids?" The question was so rushed that it startled me, but I agreed.

That night was a great session. I and Logan touched for ten whole minutes before the pull started. It was weak and lasted only a few seconds. Than it was gone. We tried again and found my powers were pretty much dead when I touched Logan.

"Wow. You guys!" Jean said. I was ecstatic. So was she. "Imagine what you could do in that time." The lab grew to be really silent and Jean slapped a hand over her Mouth. "I'm so sorry" she stumbled out of the room and left me with an awkward silence. Great.

I cleared my throat, ready to say something when he caught me completely of guard. "We could get a lot done eh, kid?" I nearly chocked when I saw his smile. Did he mean it? He left with a backwards glance. I needed a cold shower.

The next day while I was brushing my teeth and my two roommates were getting ready, or sleeping still in kitty's case, there was a knock on the door. I spit in the sink and hurried over. I looked up to see Logan smirking face. He is seriously tall. Was I drooling? "Want to join me for breakfast?" I gave a quick nod and headed down with him. It was common to see me and Logan together. No one paid attention to us. We flirted all through breakfast. Then he got up to leave.

He bent down towards my ear and whispered to me, "See you in the Danger Room." I seriously cannot wait.