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If I had known what Scott meant when he said „I'll work something out" I may have considered moving back in my old room. Scratch that. Who am I kidding? I would have stayed with him anyways. I am neither fit to live alone nor ready to have a regular teenaged roommate.

It is true, Scott does creep me out more than I ever thought he could, because he can be really scary and has these weird mood swings. But he is there for me like no one ever was before, not even Logan. That is why I decided to trust him. Let him handle explaining why I am sharing a room with him…although I would have preferred some other explanation than this…"he is training with me to completely control my mutation." Seriously? No I mean…Seriously? He did know that the main problem about my mutation is the "I cannot touch part" right? Can you imagine what this "training" implies? Exactly: Touching. Working on my mutation would involve a lot of touching between me and my teacher. Thank god my parents don't care about me at all. Otherwise I would have a lot of explainin' to do. I really don't want to know what goes on in the students' minds right now…let alone Logan and Jean… for once I hope Logan doesn't care about me because if he does…poor Scooter. He would be sliced to tiny little pieces.

Why couldn't I stay in his room? Why did I have to run into Jubilee of all people? Oh well at least I don't have to hide anymore now, which is why I am curled up snugly on the couch in the TV room watching Casablanca. For about the thousandth time. But I mean who can blame me? Who doesn't love Rick saying: "Here's looking at you kid."

Scott went to talk to the professor about some X-Men business and I still feel a bit awkward alone in his "apartment" which is why I decided to come here. It's past midnight so all the other students are in bed…Storm talked to me earlier but it was a bit awkward…it felt as if she was trying to find out if Scott was taking advantage of me without really asking…she left pretty soon. I haven't seen Logan or Jean and I don't think they'll show up…I heard they went out earlier this evening and aren't expected to return before daybreak as usual. Which reminds me…it is rather late. Or early. Maybe I should go upstairs so Scott isn't worried when he comes back from the professor. I don't want this afternoon to repeat itself…he really can be scary if he wants to… but also so very ho…

"There you are." Scott's smooth voice saves me from my embarrassing chain of thoughts. He is leaning ever so coolly against the doorframe, a half smile on is extraordinary handsome face.

"I was looking for you. Thankfully you were much easier to find then this afternoon." He sounds playful but after what happened earlier today I am not willing to take any chances…"Sorry but now that everyone knows I am still in the mansion, thanks to my stupidity, I thought it would be okay for me to come down…", while I am talking his smile grows wider until it is a very wicked grin and he interrupts me: "Relax, Rogue. I am not mad at you. You are not my prisoner you know. I may have overreacted a bit when I yelled at you for leaving my room. I have no right to tell you what to do. As for my defense: You did cause both of us some trouble." Before I can start apologizing again he goes on: "However, everything is cleared now and there is no reason for you to hide in my room anymore. So there is no need for you to apologize, okay?" I nod because I don't think I am able to talk. "What are you doing here at this hour anyways?", he comes closer and sinks down beside me on the couch. "Casablanca? Really?"

"It is a good movie.", my voice tells him to better not start trash talking about my favorite movie. "I know it's a good movie. I just didn't think your generation appreciates a classic."

His arm is loosely draped behind me on the couch and I can feel warmth radiating of him and it feels so nice I actually forget what we talk about for a second…

I know he is referring to his literature classes…most students apparently aren't very interested in. Although I love Shakespeare. But he doesn't need to know I am a hopeless romantic. Plus what did he mean by "my generation"?

"Uhm Mr. Summers, I am sorry to break this to you but you're not even 6 years older than me. That is hardly a generation."

"Maybe not in years, but definitely in experience." I am not sure but I think that sounded as nasty in his ears as it did in mine, because I could swear he is blushing. Fiercely.

He is trying to cover it up by saying "btw-you can call me Scott, when we are alone, because it feels pretty awkward when the person living with you addresses you as "Mr" all the time. Like you said, I'm not that old."

I nod but there is no time to continue our friendly and completely innocent conversation, because we are interrupted by no one else but the infamous Wolverine and his recent capture: Miss Perfect aka Dr. Jean Grey.

But that is not the worst part. Do want to know what is? Logan is growling and snarling and I can tell that Jean is using her mutation to hold him back. Otherwise he both Scott and I would probably be dead already. Both Scott and I? He seems awfully calm for someone who was about to be killed, because when you look a little closer it is clear that all of his anger is directed at Scott and not at me. But what did he do to get Logan so riled up?

"Let me go!", Logan's whisper is more like a snarl and were it directed at me I'd run for my life. Apparently Jean and I think alike when it comes to that because she is carefully taking a step back. "Logan, Jean." Scott doesn't even glance in their direction. Huh. I always thought he had some kind of survival instinct…apparently I was mistaken.

"Scott, please?", my voice is shaking and I hate me for it, but this situation really freaks me out.

"You're right", with that his arm slowly slips down to my waist and I hear Logan's howl of fury, "It's late. We should go to bed."

"If you lay on finger on her…I swear…", Scott doesn't even blink as he helps me up from the couch and slowly guides me towards the door. All the while with his arm around my waist and a smile on his face, that doesn't seem to reach his eyes. My mind is frozen I can't figure out what Logan is talking about…

"You have no claim on her. Not anymore.", are his only words to the raging but chained Wolverine, before he focuses on Jean: "Jean, if you would let us pass?", his voice is bare of any emotion and it sends a shiver down my spine. At this moment I am not sure who the more intimidating man is: Cyclops or the Wolverine.

If they should ever emerge in a fight, I don't want to be anywhere near, because there won't be much around to remain unharmed.

Scott seems to have stunned Jean into silence because she moves over like a good little dog and is unable to utter a word. Unfortunately she is also unable to keep the Wolverine in check any longer, because Scott pushes me behind him and has his hands on his visor in a matter of nanoseconds. Oh no.

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