Disclaimer: I really don't own any of these. Though, as I have said, I wish I owned some. Haha. There may be some OC's thrown in, but if there are any OC's, they will be listed at the bottom.
I want to say a wonderful shout out to:
Jester's Pet Oriole: Thank you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
Tanya2byour21: Well, I didn't keep you waiting to long I hope!
7 (an anonymous): Your wish is my command.
QueenofOld: Well I hope I don't disappoint you… as I warn, Rogue isn't all kittens and butterflies in this story.
The Alternative Source: Why thank you, and yes, if it is needed, I will certainly call on you.
Also to KelseyHalliwell, Hell-Bell, Beertjes, and LucyferAddams for also adding on as an alert (note: I only mentioned those I haven't mentioned above.)

So yes, as I said above to Queen there, Rogue is not all kittens and butterflies and sugar drops. I always thought she had a darker side, one that she struggled to hide. Hmm... so Wolvie, what do you find behind door number three?

It was meant to have been a quick drive up north, an abandoned military base where an old program had been scrapped by the government. Three days driving north, two days to sniff around the area, a week to follow any leads and may be get a cage fight in to up the funds, and three days to drive back. Two weeks, tops. But Logan had learned a long time ago, that when he planned anything, it was torn to shreds by Destiny, or Fate. Or maybe any other God that people liked to pray to in hopes that their lives might get better. Logan was not a praying man, and instead chose to curse them all the same, for if God did exist (in whatever form) he had a sick sense of humor that liked to watch individuals suffer. Needless to say, the search had ended up in vain. Once he had searched around the frigid base, the cold of the mountains that the dam was nestled in between sinking deep into his body, taking hold of his metal skeleton and it being a hard thing to chase away.

Though he enjoyed the north for the fight circuit, the constant feeling of frost bite killing one's flesh was not pleasant, even with the healing factor that soon brought it back to life again. Asking around the small town with it's one bar, near the base, Logan had learned of events that had happened there nearly fifteen years ago that made him turn his eyes south in a new lead. A strange killing of an elderly couple named the Logan's, their farm exploding even though they were reap seed harvesters, not cattle where the methane gas could build up and explode. Strange disappearances of people back then, mainly mutants, had also had Logan wondering what happened in that time that was just beyond where his memory reached.

Yet two months of chasing false ends up and down the coast, in search of a mutant that might have had a key to his past, he had returned empty handed to the institution as the spring melt had already come, and the leaves starting to bud on the oak tree's that lined the front of the property. Oh, how it felt good to be able to have a hot shower, and watch a hockey game without some idiot trying to pick a fight with the short man.

When the roaring thunder of his borrowed bike died away, parked just in front of the main doors, Logan gripped the old duffle bag; it's once olive green color having faded in the sun to more of a pale green. It was tattered and worn, just as Logan felt at that moment, mounting the steps to the school, his steel toed boots creating audible thumps on the stone steps. The door was opened, much to his surprise, and Logan found himself face to face with the school prate.

"Bike needs gas." He growled at the man who easily stood two heads taller then he did, stepping past him and tossing the bike's owner the keys. Great, just the face he wanted to see first thing when he got back to the school. The months away had lead his thoughts astray and he had been hoping to catch sight of something softer on the eyes. Brunette or redhead, he didn't mind which at this point. Sure, the whores that hung out in the bars were always good for a quickie, but recently the Wolverine had been hungering for something more. Holing up for a week if need be and just… His thoughts were snapped back into the present as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, crushed into the chest of the resident goddess.

"Logan! You're back." Ororo welcomed, the first one to actually say words to him while Scott still stood behind the older man, jaw moving like he was a fish trying to breathe out of water. Logan couldn't help but catching the scent of Ororo in his nose, as her long white hair was playing beneath his nose, tickling along his jaw line. Rain and damp earth. He couldn't help but smile at the scent, it being one of comfort, reminding him of going for a long run in the woods. No wonder she was able to mother everyone in the school, even Logan at times when he had been here before.

" 'Ro, looking good." He greeted, dropping his bag at his feet, catching sight of a flash of red hair out of the corner of his eye. Ahh… Scott's girl. He let a wolfish grin take over his face, calling out to the woman that approached them. "Hey Red. Still with Boy Scout?" He asked, knowing fully well the answer from the smell of anger that suddenly filled the room coming from said 'Boy Scout'.

"… Logan." Her words were curt, almost cold, as Logan watched her take her proper place beside Summers, seeming more of an ice queen then normal. He was about to asked what was eating her, when a sudden thump and crash sounded from up the stairs.

"What the hell…" Logan turned, expecting some mutant kid to have lost control of their powers. But when Ororo pulled him back again to face her, he was thoroughly confused.

"Logan, we need to talk."

"Can't it wait? I wanted to go see Rogue."

"No Logan, now."

Ohh, that stung. The mother tone. Even Wolverine knew that he had to listen, and seeing Rogue would have to wait. Picking up his bag, so no children riffled through it, Logan made his way after one of the few he counted as a friend, curious of what the matron had to say.

"You let what happen?"

AN:

Alright, so I wasn't to happy with this, but posted it anyways. Third chapter will be from Rogue's POV next. R&R please!