A/N: Merry Christmas and see ya next week. Review for the sake of christmas spirit.

She had mentally woken up in her own room a week later. But according to the professor she'd woken up physically, a day after the accident. After delving into her mind, after some strange antics, it was lucky that professor had found out that she had let Logan's psyche take control trapping her in her own mind. So the school had had to deal with a smaller and more lethal version of Wolverine. (What with her deadly skin). Apparently it had also lead to a brief flirtatious kiss with one Jean Grey to Rogue's embarrassment. She sighed now and wondered downstairs to the infirmary.

She had been dreading this the whole day. Jean had mentioned that he was finally healing, although slowly, but was expected to make a full recovery soon. Rogue rubbed her knuckles. Another side effect, bone claws. Really hard to force out and even more so to force in when your healing powers were fading.

She arrived at the infirmary and took a seat on one of the chairs. It was close to the bed but not close enough to touch. If he did reach over or stretch his arm out she'd be out of his reach. That was a good thing. He didn't need another coma. Jean worked over him slowly. Rogue lay her head on her knees and let her hair fall to shield her face. Her eyes stayed locked on Logan.

Jean now lifted the bandages and smiled, carefully running her hand over his stomach. Rogue could hardly feel jealous with the psyches of Logan and Jean in her head. They both whispered something about harmless flirting. She was so exhausted by the constant conversations in her mind that she agreed with anything they told her up there. They could tell her she was the queen and she would probaly nod and proceed to strut around the mansion, throwing orders to every passer by.

'Uh…'

Her head shot up as Logan started to stir. His hand came over Jeans. Rogue held back her hiss. She was ashamed of what she had done and wouldn't be surprised if he had forgotten her.

'That tickles.' Muttered Logan.

'Hey, how do you feel?' asked Jean.

'Fantastic.' he murmered.

'That was a very brave thing you did.' Whispered Jean.

'Did it work?'

Jean nodded and her eyes fell on Rogue. Logan turned and his eyes caught hers. They stayed like that looking at each other. Jean mumbled something about checking up on Scott and left the room. His eyes seemed to be pleading with her. She lifted her head and moved away her hair from her face.

'Jean's wrong.' She whispered.

'About what?'

'That was stupid, what you did.'

'Saving your life?'

'Like I said, stupid.'

'I wasn't going to let you go.'

'You could have died.'

'Are you okay?'

'Of course. I took on your more charming personality traits but the professor helped me suppress them.'

He raised an eyebrow. The edge of her lips twitched.

'You'll find out soon enough, Wolverine.'

'I'm just glad you're okay.'

'I'm glad you're okay. Luckily Jean is serious about her work. You know I think she's a little taken with you. We might have a little love triangle starting in the school.'

'Well you can tell her my heart belongs to someone else.' he whispered.

She frowned at him. He smiled and winked. Her heart stopped beating. She shook her head and buried her face in her knees.

'You don't understand. I can't touch. Ever.'

'That doesn't matter. Not to me. Marie, look at me.'

She looked up tears lining her eyes. He frowned and tried to get up. She hurried over and pinned him down. His arm came around her waist and she was pulled on top of him, her chest touching his. Thank god she was dressed head to toe today. But that didn't stop the panic and her heart reacting like a stupid humming bird.

'Logan…'

'Tell me what's wrong?'

'I'm poison.'

'So?'

'God you're stubborn!'

He smiled and she sighed rolling her eyes. He carefully released her and she climbed off. She brushed herself off and pulled the chair closer until it was right by the bed.

'Happy?' she muttered.

'Yeah.'

'Now rest. Or I'll have to knock you out again.'

'As long as you kiss me when you do it darlin', that's fine with me.'

-xXx-

She leaned against Scott's motorcycle; wind whipping slowly through her hair. School was back to normal. The kids were playing, teachers marking homework and Logan was in the proffesor's office talking about things he'd found out from reading her mind. She sighed, carefully pulling a strong wall in front of Logan's psyche. It couldn't be out there with Jean's psyche. Jean's psyche floated aimlessly around, like a bird, and for some reason would scream in protest when locked up. Right now it was at the back off her mind. As was Magnetos who kept trying to convince her that breaking him out of his plastic prison was a good idea.

'You lied to me.' whispered a voice

A smile crossed her face but she didn't open her eyes.

'I lied to everyone, Pyro.'

'I'm not like them. I would have understood. What, you think I would have said something?'

'Don't get all offended. I played you, so what?'

'It's just…'

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She nodded to show she understood.

'An assassin. That's not the right place. One day something will come up and you'll just know that it's where you're meant to be. When that day comes, don't look back.'

'Shouldn't you tell me to be good and become a great x-men.'

'Ha! Where's the fun in being good?' she scoffed.

~The boy has talent~ smiled Magneto's psyche.

~Back off metal head~

She rubbed her temple. Push and lock away.

'Sorry I lied to you about my powers.' she muttered.

'Yeah whatever. I could have had fun with you.'

'Firstly, you're a little too young and secondly my skin is still life draining.'

'Yeah sure. You know you wanted me.'

'Buzz off Sparky.'

He smirked and head off into the gardens. Probably to make-out with one of his flings. Love and leave em. Speaking of those types she laughed and shook her head as the king himself strode out. Bag on one shoulder, he quirked an eyebrow at her.

'You runnin' again?' she laughed.

'No, not really. I just have some things to take care of up North.' Mumbled Logan.

'That's where I was found. Maybe…'

'No.'

She rolled her eyes and blew her hair out her face. He frowned and touched the two platinum stripes that now framed her face. She shrugged and smiled.

'I kinda like it.'

'Suits you.'

'So maybe I'll see you there.'

'What!' he snapped.

'Look, sugar, you're not the only one with blank spots. Also I know more about you than you know about yourself. I'm going to look for answers. Either you can take me with you or I'll just go by myself.'

'Fine. You said your goodbyes?'

'We're coming back, no need to be dramatic.'

'Mm.'

'Logan…'

'Yeah Marie.'

'I meant what I said.'

'I know. I love you too.'

-xXx-

A/N: What makes you think it ends there? (winks)