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Rogue licked her fingertips after eating the delicious Buffalo wings that Logan had brought for her…them. He just stared after her and watched her polish off her fourth slice of pizza. At the rate she was going people weren't going to notice the belly.

He wasn't in his best of moods at the moment. Xavier had just informed him that the other students needed to know Rogue's 'condition'. Logan knew what they all would start saying. He didn't want to have to gut them at such a young age, but he also knew that they couldn't keep it a secret forever. When Xavier had asked Rogue about the father she had shrugged her shoulders and no amount of prying could get Xavier into that locked up part of her mind. She was determined to keep it quiet.

Storm was already in her room knitting a little outfit for the baby, barely upset at the news, and Hank was trying to come up with some random test to see how they'd be able to help Rogue with the whole no touching issue. There were so many questions.

Could Rogue kill the baby with her mutation?

Would the baby end up with a mutation?

How would she deal with being a mother at such a young age?

Who was the sperm donor?

So many questions, no answers. He merely wrapped a lock of her brown hair around his fingers. She looked up at him and didn't say a word. Her eyes were so foggy, as if she was in a permanent daze. She smiled slightly and wiped her hands with a rag. He sighed and took the initiative.

"Darlin'…" he began. Her eyes narrowed and her skin paled as if she knew what would come next. "Ya need ta tell them." Rogue didn't say anything; she wiped her mouth and went over to the bathroom to get ready for bed. "Rogue…Rogue don't ignore me!" He growled. She merely entered the bathroom and shut the door. When she was finished, her cot wasn't there.

Rogue angrily left the room, it wasn't outside either. If she wouldn't relent to the necessary then he would force her to deal with reality. She marched back into the room where he was about to dump their chess game.

"Tomorrow," she said; her voice harsh at not being used for a while. Logan left the game as it was and they began to play. It was a quick ending, her mind focused on what she would say the next morning. Logan opened the closet door and pulled out the cot. They both fell asleep separately with their backs towards each other, or so Logan thought.

Rogue snuck out of the room and walked through the hallways. She looked at its familiar settings. The rosewood panels, the mahogany tables holding books, flowers or comics, it all seemed so inviting with the nightlights giving a warm gold cast. She sighed heavily and opened the door to a room.

There he was asleep. He didn't budge and didn't move. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyelids tightly shut, as if he was afraid he could blast away even in his sleep. She walked over to him and allowed her bare hands to slightly graze his face. She didn't touch him but she felt the warmth of his skin and sighed.

"Jean…" he whispered. Rogue quickly pulled her hand away. Hope was futile; she should have known they were still together. She had thought maybe once was enough, but now she knew that something special was growing inside her. Something special that belonged to Scott and her alone. She hated him. She thought maybe he loved her too, but all he thought about, dreamed about was Jean.

She vowed to never tell him the truth and made her way to the room where she roomed with Logan. Her cot looked so cold and uninviting. She pulled on gloves over her long thermal shirt and pulled some socks on her feet before crawling into Logan's King sized bed. There he wrapped his arms, unknowingly about her and sighed.

"Mystique…" he whispered. Rogue's eyes widened but then she calmed down when he growled evilly. The same hate in that growl that she felt for man she loved.