Disclaimer: All I have is a strange attraction to men with piercings.

Dedication: "Haemoglobin is the key to a healthy heartbeat", according to Brian Molko.

Author's Note: Firstly, thanks to Duncan for the E-mail, I hardly get any ever. Secondly a quick response to Rio, I don't dislike Bobby, he won't be in it very much but he gets better.  I'm afraid I don't know whom St. John is, as far as I'm aware he's not in the fic.  I do, however, have a totally irrational hatred of Jubilee, as you will see later.  I've also taken a lot of liberties with character appearance later in the fic.  Thirdly, I thought I should let you all know I've been writing this long hand for about a month, so I'm actually really into it, in fact I'm gonna be finished soon, but you're gonna have to wait a while for it all to be up as I hate writing it up on the computer.  God I wish we still used carrier pigeons.

Chapter 7: A Friendly Face.

As Logan moved further into the building, the sounds faded and he was left to question how Rogue had managed to control this amazing force within her.  While he mulled this over, he walked through the halls he knew so well, towards the professor's office, paying no attention to anything around him.

"Watch it assho…  Logan!"  Came a stunned voice from the floor at his feet.

"'Ro, God, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise anyone was in here.  I was preoccupied with thoughts of…" He began, helping her up as he spoke.

"Rogue's control?"  She asked, standing and straightening herself out.

"Yeah.  How'd she do it?"

"Well, officially it's down to meditation, relaxation and concentration.  We've been working on it everyday for a month, but, despite my willingness to take credit, I'd put more of it down to that young Cajun."

"The kid with the eyes?!"

"So, you've met Gambit."  She commented.  "I have to say I'm surprised your shadow isn't with you."  Storm said with a smile.

"No, she's learning 'Summer of '69'."  He sneered at the title derisively.

"You should be happy," He didn't look so sure.  "At least Bryan Adams is a real man and has a proper musical ability.  He's not some" She imitated his voice "nancy boy, poof of a boy band member."  She smirked at him, the last thing she needed was for him to launch into 'sulk mode', when he did he was worse than most of the students, even Jubilee who could win an international sulking contest, only to sulk about being called sulky.

"Yeah, and at least it isn't…" He could barely bring himself to say the name "…'Everything I Do'."  He visibly shuddered at the mention of the song.  Storm couldn't help but laugh at his melodrama.

"Charles is in his room."  She said evidently still amused by his reaction.

"Thanks, I'll catch you later."

"Bye."

Logan walked unconsciously humming the reviled song.  Storm's echoing laughter caused him to turn around.  His puzzled look made her laugh harder.

"Women."  He muttered.  Giving up he continued on his mission, he had to speak to the prof and he was not relishing the idea.