Rogue entered his room watching him toss and turn. She came in and closed the door but didn't approach the bed. She'd learned from experience not wake the Wolverine. Logan tossed and turned murmuring incoherently. She sighed and whispered across the room.

'Logan, it's me. Wake up.'

He jerked but didn't wake. She sighed and raised her voice slightly.

'Logan?'

He sat up, claws out and stared around, breath ragged and fast.

'And that's why I'm over here.' she muttered.

'Kid?'

'Hey Logan, nightmare?'

'Yeah. What are you doing here?'

'I'm here to help.'

'Help?'

'You need sleep. I can give you sleep.'

He let the claws back in and rubbed his knuckles, frowning at her.

'How?'

She moved her ungloved hand towards him.

'No.'

'Come on.'

'You don't want me in your head.'

'I don't really care anymore.'

'Marie, what's gotten into you?'

'Let me take care of you.'

'No!'

'Please?'

'Don't....'

She continued to move her hand forward.

'Scott does it.'

He raised an eyebrow and contemplating her words. She waited as the jealously and exhaustion to mingle. He sighed and she hid the satisfied smirk.

'Fuck, come here...'

'Don't worry Logan. You'll sleep peacefully for about three hours.'

-xXx-

Rogue rubbed her head trying to forget all those memories. She was done with absorbing other's. Now she didn't give a fuck how they slept. Her head was too crowded for all this. She slowly pressed her temples before gazing in front of her. Jean lay peaceful, as if sleeping. But Rogue knew better. She knew what was lying underneath. A beast, festering and waiting to strike upon unsuspecting victims. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Jean's eyes flickered for a moment. Instantly the two men that had entered ran over to the love of their lives. Rogue made to stand up but Jean's eyes flew upon. They were black.

Professor! Screamed Rogue in her head.

He didn't reply but she knew that he was coming. Scott put his arm around Jean and let her sit up. Logan stood on the other side. Jean smiled and swung her legs over the bed. Then she cocked her head to one side, staring at Rogue.

'Hey Rogue.'

'Jean.'

'Jean, baby are you alright. I was so worried. I...'

Scott was silence as Jean shot him a death glare. Rogue felt nervous and directed the attention back to her. Just until the professor comes.

'So the bitch is back?'

Scott and Logan stared at Rogue shocked. Jean merely chuckled.

'I'm a bitch, am I?'

'Yeah, you weren't always though. Once upon a time you were a lovely person.'

'And once upon time you were a virgin.'

Rogue's heart stopped. Was nothing private anymore. Evidently not to telepaths.

'What?' growled Logan.

Jean turned to him sweet smile on her face.

'Rogue's a bad little girl. I've seen her dirty mind. Did you know that the reason her absorption of Scott is so prominent because of one fact.' she turned to Scott eyes glowing, 'Jean's loving fiancée has mourned her death by fucking Rogue senseless.'

'Rogue can't. It's impossible.' said Logan.

'Not if they are both clothed, use a condom and do it standing. Minimal contact. Besides what I can pick up from their minds they've done it so many times that their hips never touch anymore.'

'Jean, I...' whispered Scott.

'You deserve to die. You've broken Jean's heart.' chuckled 'Jean'

'It meant nothing.' whispered Scott.

Rogue felt a knife go through her chest. 'Jean''s smile became more dark and malicious as she noticed Rogue's emotions shift. Rogue took a deep breath and cleared her thoughts. Then Jean's eyes turned to green and the smile faded. She fell back slowly and Scott lowered her back onto the bed. He didn't look at her. She felt tears in her eyes and she ran past the professor as he moved to work with Jean. She ran until she was outside. She needed to go. She ran to Logan's bike and picked up the helmet. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

'Don't. Please.'

'Kid, what's happened to you?'

'I...I don't know. It just happened. It wasn't even my idea.'

Logan growled. Her tears fell faster and she let her hair cover her face.

'I knew it. I'm gonna kill him.'

Rogue turned to face him.

'Don't. Look I'm going out for awhile, but I'll be back. Keep an eye on Scott. I don't think he should be near Jean right now..'

'Okay, just come back.'

'I promise.'

-xXx-

Storm sat in her garden. It was lonely these days. Everyone had someone except her. She was stuck feeling helpless and insignificant. It was like no-one trusted her anymore. Did anyone care that she was haunted and felt like she was going to cry every second. Suddenly there was hand on her shoulder. She turned slowly and their eyes met.

'Kurt...' she whispered.

'You remember...'

'I could never forget you.'

She put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His lips met hers. His lips were so soft. It was unbelievable. The person she had missed most in the world was here in front of her. His arms wrapped around her waist. She had one arm around his neck and another around his waist. After a few minutes they broke apart.

'Ororo. I've missed you.'

'I missed you too. I'm sorry I never called. I was going through things, with Jean gone and everyone falling apart. Then when I wanted to call you but I was ashamed that I'd left it so long. Then I thought maybe you'd forgotten me.'

'Shh love. I too was a coward. I spent every night watching you sleep when I should have just come directly to you.'

'Will you stay now?'

'As long as you need me.'

'I'll always need you.'

-xXx-