Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to anything. Seriously, that's sad.

Twenty minutes later

Rogue sat watching the steady ticking of the clock as people started to sleepily file into the kitchen.

"'Morning, Rogue," Scott yawned, piling a few pancakes on his plate.

"Hey Scott," She replied.

Logan stalked into the kitchen sniffing periodically. Rogue watched him intensely.

"Hey kid, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure." She scraped the last of her food into the trash can and followed him out into the hallway. Rogue looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. Nervously, she reached into her back pocket and took out a deck of cards and shuffled them. They still retained the glossy feel despite their constant use.

Flick Flick Flick

"Let's cut to the chase, kid. Who was here and what did they want?" He focused his gaze on her, testing her honesty. She looked up at him cooly, testing him.

"Ah don't know what you mean."

"Cut the crap, kid. I wasn't born yesterday. You've been acting a little funny ever since you came back, and I know Chuck told us not to pressure you, but something's wrong, and I want to know what." Alarmed at his outburst, Rogue dragged him down the hall and into an empty room. She sighed and stared at him with such intensity that Logan could have sworn her eyes glowed a notch brighter.

"Okay, you wanna know what happened in Vegas? Everything? Ah'll tell you, but only if you help me out. Ah'm in deep trouble."

Half and hour later, Rogue and Logan were strapped into the X-jet on their way to Vegas. She inwardly smirked.

That was easy. Rogue looked out the window of the X-jet, itching for a smoke. Damn Cajun and his habits.

She reached for her deck of cards and line up her cards to play solitaire. Logan gave an annoyed grunt, put the jet on autopilot, and asked, "Can I see those, kid?"

"Sure," she replied casually, and handed them over. He looked at them, seemingly admiring their finish, and promptly chucked them in the trash.

Rogue made a small sound of protest. He glanced over and chuckled, with a mischevious look in his eye.

"I had to think of some way to get you to stop playing with them. You forget, my sensitive hearing. It sounds like you're chopping wood to me."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Boo hoo," she mock cried.

"Ha ha," Logan deadpanned. He got up and stretched his back.

"Hey kid," he began. "I don't like lying to Chuck, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Plus, I don't want you to get into trouble with Fury. Now lemme get this straight: We gotta find this Gem from a hole in the ground and return it to those freaks, while avoiding said freaks, in only one week."

She nodded solemnly. "Did you see it before you left the site?"

"Nope. Ah was a little preoccupied with the death of my boyfriend." She looked down bitterly. Logan reached out to her.

"It's not your fault, kid."

"Ah know. It's just...he would still be alive if Ah didn't have this stupid vendetta against Fenris. It wasn't worth it, you know?"

"You don't know that, kid. People die all the time." She looked up at him shocked at his bluntness. "They do. It's a fact of life. But what matters is that he was happy. You were happy. It's better to die happy, than be miserable."

Rogue smiled, "Thanks, Logan."

"Seriously, though. We have to comb the site for that gem. Hopefully, we'll find it before Fenris finds us. Now buckle up, we're landing soon."

A/N: First off, I have a plan. But any and all suggestions are more than welcome ( Prof. H.H.) :) . I hope Wolverine wasn't too occ, but i like the paternal relationship between him and Rogue. Review would be very much appreciated.