We left off with Scott in his car on his ways to the suspected father's house…

Rogue lay down on Logan's bed upstairs to get a little shut eye. She was slowly recovering after the past few months of running. She hadn't known about her pregnancy until it started to show. When she went to a free clinic, her suspicions were confirmed and she had been sent to a women's shelter. It had been fine for sometime but they started to suspect she had been more then a just a teenage mother, and a few weeks later she was out on the streets.

She had spent her time stealing food and sleeping in garages. She never worried about getting attacked because she knew what to do but she couldn't stand seeing herself get thinner and thinner everyday. She was going to get her baby sick and it was the last thing she wanted to do. Instead she had swallowed all her pride and called Logan.

She knew that the professor cared about her and that she could have called anyone at the Institute, but Logan would help her solve the problem. He had driven miles to pick her up and on the way back home they didn't speak. He just knew and it was ok. It was exactly what she needed. He had only asked her one question, who was the father, but she didn't respond and he didn't push the issue.

The father…Scott. It was painful to not say a word to him. She felt his presence even before she entered the facility. He hated her now, probably thought she was a whore. He had left the dining room area so quickly. He probably couldn't stand her, probably was thinking about Jean, he was probably hoping that he wasn't the father, he was probably…

And with that Rogue fell asleep.

Scott stopped his car in front of their rotting house. That broken, corrupted home that he had hated before and now detested more then ever. It was in his senses to blow it up to bits but instead he stood up and strode inside. He had no one to back him up, no protection and no other initiative but to find the dead beat bastard. He kicked the door open and walked clear into the middle of the room.

"Where's Gambit?" he asked to no one in particular. The four boys stopped mid-chew and looked up at him and then their eyes darted about to see if anyone else was there. His voice was about an octave lower when he repeated his question. "Where's Gambit?"

"I-I…uh, we don't know….yo," Toad said and squealed when the first blast came his way. Scott's blood was boiling.

"Where is he! Where is he! Tell me where the hell he is!" The boys stared up at him in fear, he was out of control.

"The promenade maybe…" Lance threw in. It was the Cajun's usual hangout with the ladies. Scott stared at them to see if they were lying and walked out, back into his car. "That didn't look too good…"

"Well, none of us told him where Remy was….riiiiiiiiiigght?" Toad asked. The boys shook their heads and chewed just a tad more slowly then before.

Rogue was in the middle of oblivion when she heard a noise in the room, the next thing she knew Kurt was shaking her awake.

"ROGUE! SCOTT HAS GONE CRAZY!" He shouted. Rogue sat up quickly, ignoring the blood rush up to her head as Kurt turned on Logan's television. There on the screen were no people but exploding golf carts and food stands. The last thing they saw before the screenshot froze was a running Remy.

"How do you know that's Scott?" Rogue asked Kurt. Her question was answered when a large red beam hit the floor besides the Cajun.

"I have alvays told Scott to think before he shoots," Kurt said, shaking his head. Rogue rolled out of bed and ran out of the room; her poor belly bouncing slightly before her. She held her hand under it and ran to Logan who was in the danger room with the younger students. He stopped the assimilation with a word and ran towards her.

"You've gotta take me ta the promenade. Scott's gone ballistic! He's blastin' away at Remy." She said. Logan looked at her in shock and then he glanced down at the baby. Were his suspicions correct? Was Remy the father? "He could get hurt…"

"Yer worried 'bout Gumbo?" He asked. Rogue scoffed and her green eyes filled with tears.

"No Logan, Ah'm worried about Scott!" She said. Bingo, Logan said to himself. Sometimes he was a tad slow to pick up on hints. The kid had asked him a million questions about Slim and on top of that she had asked him if he was still with Jean right before they had fallen asleep their first night. Now everything was making sense.

"Kid…how many months are you along?" He asked. She was so desperate to leave she blurted out her answer.

"Six, Logan, six. Now please, let's go!" He followed her to the car and counted backwards. Bingo, yet again. Now Logan could start doing some work to solve the problem, because things weren't going to be easy once that got out and he knew that all things in the dark…had to eventually come to light.

Scott attempted to go after the Cajun by foot but couldn't manage to reach him, the guy was fast. But even so, he messed him up a bit and would catch him eventually. He got away from the media and stayed on the low until he managed to get into his car with little suspicion. He was about to turn it on when a horn beeped and Logan's black soccer mom van pulled up besides him. Scott stopped dead in his tracks, fear flooding his body, he would get it now. Instead of Logan coming out though, Rogue ran out of the car.

He now got a clear view of it all. She had filled out beautifully, her belly not hindering her appearance at all and instead bringing out the soft look that was in her eyes the last time he had seen her before she had returned. Her eyes were more slanted, more catlike and her lips much fuller then he had remembered. He thought about how it felt to run his hands through her hair.

Scott climbed out of the car and walked towards her, and then he stopped. She ran up to him and grabbed his shirt with her delicate yet powerful fists. He almost put his hands around her waist until he felt a kick. He looked down and it was a perfect fit. The deep curves of his toned abs were filled out by her pregnant belly. The baby had kicked him and he had kicked him into reality. Scott stepped back and saw the hurt in her eyes.

"Who?" he asked. It was killing him. The sheer idea that she had let someone else touch her. He couldn't even bring himself to touch Jean in all her glory after that night. Jean was beautiful, kind, smart, a perfect match and he had pushed her away due to his feelings for Rogue. A girl who didn't even have the decency to wait before she got with someone else.

Rogue shook her head up at him and pulled away. She sighed heavily as she ran her fingers through her hair. She looked up at him. She wanted to hit him, and instead of doing so she walked away and into Logan's car. Logan then walked out.

"Slim, count back. And if yer that stupid then try not ta make it so obvious." Logan said to him, tired of the drama and soon drove away.

Scott shook his head. It was all too much for him. He went back to the mansion and went into his room. There Jean sat on the edge of his bed, her face red and drenched with tears.

"We need to talk…"