The second time happened that night, when he had woken from a nightmare, unable to go back to sleep. He had thrown on more suitable pants and walked downstairs, ignoring the eerie sounds the mansion made as he descended the stairs to the kitchen, desiring a beer to take his mind off of everything.

The sound of the music reached him long before he reached the kitchen, some strange pop song he'd never heard before in his life. Logan rolled his eyes, fucking teenagers and their strange attachment to music.

He rounded the corner to find not just any teenager, but Rogue. He halted in the doorway, surprised to see her. Her back was turned to him and the music was loud enough that she hadn't hurt the sound of him approaching. Her hips were swaying back and forth as she put peanut butter on apples, singing along with the song.

Her voice was off-key but she still sang on and swung in time. Logan smiled to himself, leaning against the wall, watching. Her long black hair was loose and she was wearing a pair of shorts and a big t-shirt, laughing and licking peanut butter off her fingers.

The song ended and she turned around to throw something away and let out a surprised yelp, stumbling back and tripping. Quickly, Logan snapped out a hand and caught her by her shirt, waiting for her to steady. "L-Logan!" she stammered, her face a little pink. "I didn't know you were there. Wait, how long were you there?" she asked, mortified. He chuckled, turning his attention to the fridge.

"Long enough," he replied over his shoulder. "Do we have any beer?" he asked.

"No, the eighth graders drank it all at dinner." She replied offhandedly, smirking when he cast a glare. "But there's chocolate milk." She added.

Sighing, Logan took the carton and two glasses down, pouring one for himself, and one for Rogue. He took a seat next to her at the kitchen table and she sipped from her glass delicately before popping an apple slice in her mouth.

"Why are you up?" he asked her, taking a drink of his milk.

"I could ask you the same question." She replied.

"Couldn't sleep." He said gruffly.

"Me neither." She agreed.

He watched her eat, fascinated by the long little fingers that wrapped around each bit of apple and then carried it to her pink mouth. She chewed slowly, paying no mind to him at all, except for little glances and smiles. Logan had never had anyone be so happy to have him around than Rogue, she positively beamed at him with joy from his return.

"Did the professor help you?" she asked.

"No," he admitted. "He's being… the professor."

"I see." She said, offering an apple slice, which he refused. "Take it." She commanded. He glared at her and shook his head.

"You eat it, you danced your way through a whole song to make it." He replied, she blushed but didn't relent, shoving it in his face.

"Eat it now Logan or I'll-,"

"Or you'll what exactly?" he challenged darkly. She smirked at him and pushed the apple slice firmly against his mouth, mushing the peanut butter into his stubble.

Logan swore loudly, snatching the apple slice from her and popping it in his mouth as he got up to get the paper towels to clean his face off. He eyed her from the kitchen. "You're a pain in the ass you know that?" he stated, throwing it away. She shrugged.

"I think that you like it, someone paying attention to you." Rogue replied happily, popping the last one in her mouth and getting up to put the dish in the sink. Logan watched her, eyebrows rising as his eyes fell on her pert little ass as it swayed.

He then quickly diverted his gaze away in time for her to turn around. "Are you gonna be gone tomorrow?" she asked, eyes hoping he would stay.

"Yeah," he said guilt piling up as he looked at her face.

"Oh, well I guess this is goodbye for now. Come back home soon!" she said, embracing him, her hands extending over his shoulders, skirting the neckline so as not to make contact with his skin. Logan smiled and wrapped his arms around her small waist, squeezing her.

"Don't worry kid," he vowed. "I'll be back before you know it." She smiled at him and plucked the chain around his neck out of his shirt.

"Can I have them again? I like them around when you're gone, like a bit of you stays behind." She said sheepishly. Logan didn't know what to say, so he just pulled off the necklace and handed it to her numbly, watching as she slipped in over her head and into her shirt.

Rogue then drew him into another hug and then stood on her toes, craning her face up to his. He stared at her blankly, unsure of what to do. Then, before he could protest, she had left him a little kiss on the tip of his nose, so quick that all he felt was a slight pinprick of pain from the contact.

She untangled herself from his and stepped away, a grin on her face. "I'll see you later Logan." She murmured turning and leaving the kitchen to go back to bed.

Logan frowned, standing there for a bit before following suit.