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First Saturday Back

"Good Morning, Rogue." Jean yawned as she walked into the kitchen. "Morning Logan."

Logan sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. His feet were crossed on the table. "Morning, red."

Rogue was looking in the fridge. "Logan? How do you want me to do your eggs?" She asked, looking over the door of the fridge.

Logan grunted. "Whatever." He didn't take his eyes off the newspaper.

Rogue gave a short laugh. "I don't know how to do 'whatever' eggs. So I'll just make a bunch of scrambled eggs, then everyone can have some." Rogue started taking out cartons of eggs.

Logan gave a small chuckle. "Funny."

Jean stood up from the stool she was sitting on. "Rogue, sit down and relax. I'll make breakfast."

Rogue closed the fridge door. "I can do it Jean. It's no big deal. I wasn't hurt bad." Actually I wasn't hurt, period.

Jean gently pushed Rogue to the kitchen table. "Rogue. You got back two days ago. As your doctor I am ordering you to sit and relax." Jean gave a small laugh. "Besides. It's easy to make breakfast when you're a telekinetic."

Rogue rolled her eyes, but still smiled. She sat across from Logan. She grabbed a rolled up newspaper and smacked Logan's feet.

Logan looked over his newspaper at Rogue. "What was that for kid?" He asked.

Rogue leaned back in her seat, slouching a bit. "I hate it when people put their feet on the table." She mumbled.

Logan gave her an amused look, but put his feet down on the floor.

Jean looked over at them. "Let me get you a beer Logan." She said looking in the fridge.

Logan muttered his thanks. Rogue frowned. "A beer? For breakfast? That's not very healthy." Rogue commented.

Logan crumpled his newspaper into a ball. "Doesn't matter. My healing factor can fix it." He threw his newspaper into the garbage.

Jean caught the paper ball with her telekinetic's. "Recycling Logan." She told him, throwing it back at him.

Logan unsheathed his claws and stabbed the newspaper as it went sailing past him. "Sure, whatever."

Jean was about to respond when Wanda came in. "Is John in here?" She asked attentively.

Rogue looked over at her. "No. Not yet. I think he's still sleeping."

Wanda let out a sigh of relief. "That's good." She sat at table next to Rogue. "Today's supposed to be our date."

Rogue let out a laugh. "Oh right. That date you don't want to go on."

Wanda let out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh yah. Laugh it up. Won't be long until your forced to go on a date with that Cajun. What's his name? Gambit?" She commented fake sweetly.

Rogue stopped laughing. "He'll never go out with me." Rogue replied turning her head away from Wanda.

Wanda grinned. "What makes you so sure?"

Rogue grinned too. "Jean's working on the psyches powers with me."

Jean walked over to the table, plates of eggs and bacon floating along side her. "She's right." Jean slipped into the seat between Logan and Rogue. "Soon she'll be able to hear him coming a mile away." Jean grinned.

Logan frowned. "Speaking of hearing people. Someone's on there way here." Logan gave Wanda a smirk. "It's your boyfriend." He let out a bark of laughter.

Wanda's eyes went wide. She slid under the table. "I'm not here." She whispered.

Logan chuckled just as the kitchen door opened and John walked in. "Hey!" He said sleepily. "What's so funny?"

Rogue shrugged. "Nothing."

John waved his hand. "Whatever." He looked around. "Have you seen Wanda?" He asked hopefully.

Logan smirked. "As a matter of fact-" He hissed as a sharp pain entered his leg.

Rogue smiled. "Sorry. We haven't seen her. I think she's still sleeping. Have you checked?"

John nodded. "Yah. She's not in her room."

Jean gave him a kind smile. "I'm pretty sure she's in the forest, taking an early morning walk. She's around the lake."

John turned around. "Thanks. See you later!" He walked out of the kitchen.

Wanda slid back into her chair. "Thanks Jean."

Jean shrugged. "It was nothing. But you can't avoid him all day. He's going to run into you at some point."

Wanda waved her arms around. "But I'll postpone it." She stood up. "I'm going to New York this afternoon. Anyone want to join me?" She asked the three.

Jean shook her head. "Me and Scott are planning the wedding."

Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Finally chose a date then?"

Jean nodded. "Yup. March fourteenth."

Rogue stood up and put her dishes in the sink. "That's good to hear Jean." Rogue turned to leave the room. "I'll come with you this afternoon."

A crash came from the room above them. Rogue shrugged. "We should take X with us." The crash was followed by a cackle of laughter and scream of annoyance.

Wanda smiled. "Yah. I'm actually scared for the well being of my brother. That's a shock."

A swift breeze ran past Wanda and Rogue. A minute later X-23 ran into the kitchen. "Which way did he run?" She asked breathlessly. Her claws were unsheathed.

Wanda pointed outside. "He went that way, but you'll never find him. He's probably in New York by now."

Rogue gave X-23 a small smile. "Sorry. Me and Wanda are going to New York this afternoon. Want to come?"

X-23 shook her head. "Sorry. Promised Pietro I'd gut him this afternoon."

Wanda looked at the back door, then back at X-23. "It's impossible to catch him, you know. So come on a nice relaxing trip in the city with us."

X-23 sheathed her claws. "Fine." She mumbled.

Rogue left the kitchen and headed towards her room.


A/N: Right, that's the first chap. Nothing too exciting yet, but I promise it's coming.