A/N: A million apologies dudes and duddettes. Between exams, finishing school and stewarding at the MCM expo, I've been really busy. But now I'm done with school and only have two more exams, maths urgh, I'll be writing more and also reviewing more.

Rogue was sitting in the kitchen when she realised something was wrong. It was too quiet outside. Rogan had gone outside an hour ago to play by the nearby lake and should've been back in by now. Dropping the book she was reading, Rogue snatched her phone from her pocket and hit number one on the speed dial. There was ringing from behind her and she cursed. Trust Logan to go somewhere without his phone. Breaking into a run, Rogue headed into the direction of the lake. Stopping as she came to the scent of blood, panic began to rise inside her. It was Rogan's blood she could smell. Letting out a feral growl, she tapped deeply into her inner Logan and sniffed. Her head jerked to the side and two scents crossed her path, one familiar and one unfamiliar.

"Firefly... you have two seconds to explain before I rip you to shreds."

She watched as Pyro slowly stepped out of the clearing with his hands up. A woman with purple hair followed him. They both looked awful, like they'd been in a fight. Their clothes were in tatters, hair a mess and cuts and bruises all over. Rogue clenched her fists and used her telekinesis to hold them, feeling something flutter in her mind. She slammed her mental shields down tighter and glared at Pyro.

"Rogue, we mean no harm. We need your help."

"Where is my daughter?" snarled Rogue.

Pyro frowned before understanding came to his face and he smiled.

"You mean that little spitfire that was playing at the lake. She's around here somewhere. We heard her scream so we ran to see what happened. Our presence startled her and she took off."

"Why should I believe you?"

Pyro held out his bare hand. Rogue looked at it and shook her head. Looking around, she took another sniff before heading to the right. Using her telekinesis, she dragged the other two along. She felt another flutter at her mind and smirked.

"So you're a telepath?"

"How'd you know?" asked the woman.

"I can feel it... whenever you try to enter my mind."

"I'm sorry."

"Just don't it again."

"Mom?" came a nearby whisper.

Rogue stopped walking and bent down in front of a burrow partially hidden by leaves. Rogan was curled up inside, her knee bleeding.

"Are they gone?" whispered the little girl.

"No, sweetpea, but they're friends. They won't hurt you. What happened to your knee?"

"I fell."

Rogue nodded and reached out her arms. Rogan crawled forward carefully and allowed herself to be pulled up. Rogue picked her up and turned around. Pyro was smirking and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Rogan this is John. I told you about him, remember?"

"Oh. Hi." Said Rogan.

"Hey. This is my friend Psylocke. Look Rogue, we really do need your help."

"Fine, follow me."

Rogue let them out of her telekinetic hold and started walking towards the house, making sure not to jostle Rogan too much. The walk was quiet and Rogue noticed the looks the two behind her gave each other a weird look every so often. They arrived soon and Rogue gestured to the couch as they stepped in the living room.

"Wait here." She instructed.

She waited until they nodded before taking Rogan into the kitchen. She seated the little girl on the counter and took out the first aid kit. She cleaned the wound and placed a band-aid on, before placing a kiss on top.

"Better?"

"Thanks mom."

"You did the right thing."

"Dad showed me the burrow. He said if something bad happened I should hide there."

"Nothing bad will ever happen to you...not while we're protecting you."

"I know."

"Good girl. Now I need to talk about grown up stuff with these people. Think you could keep out of trouble for awhile?"

"Can I play outside?"

"Rogan-"

"I won't go far. Just here on the front steps."

"Okay. Just by the front steps... I'll be watching from the window."

"Okay."

Rogan hopped off the counter and ran out the kitchen. Rogue sighed, picked up the first aid kit and followed her. She entered the living room just as the front door closed. Pyro was whispering in Psylocke's ear as she entered. They broke apart as Rogue threw them the first aid kit.

"What do you want John?"

"I told you-"

"Yeah, yeah you want help. But what kind?"

"We left the brotherhood."

"Bet Mags wasn't to happy."

"He sent some people after us."

"What? Then why the fuck are you here! I swear to god John if someone comes here looking for trouble, I'm gonna kill you then kill them."

"They're dead Rogue. We're not stupid."

"Coulda fooled me."

"Look, Magneto made us destroy this building a few weeks back. As I was leaving I heard a scream. It was a kid, about five or six, and he was on fire. Just seeing that... I..."

He stopped and lowered his head, his body shaking. Psylocke put her arms around him and Rogue sighed, rubbing her head.

"So you left?" she asked.

Psylocke nodded, hand still rubbing his back. Rogue groaned and stood up. She walked to the window and looked out. Rogan was sitting on the front steps playing solitaire. The sound of an engine purring made Rogue and Rogan's head shoot up. Logan was back. Rogue sighed and turned away from the window.

"What do you need Johnny?" she whispered.

"I needed to find someone from the x-men to tell them Magneto's plans. You're my only friend so I looked for you."

"That's messed up."

"I want a second chance."

Rogue nodded and tensed as she heard a growl outside. Next the door was flung open and Logan stomped inside, still growling. She turned her head and watched as his eyes travelled around the room before settling on her.

"It's okay." She whispered.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Find what you were looking for?"

Logan nodded and held up a bulky grocery back. Rogue nodded towards the kitchen and Logan headed towards there. Rogue looked at Psylocke and Pyro before following her husband. Once in the kitchen she moved past where he leaned against the counter and started unpacking the groceries. She could feel Logan's eyes burning into her. She put away all the groceries before sighing and turning towards him.

"We're going back." She stated.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. She turned and walked out, flopping down on the windowsill, turning to look at Rogan.

"John?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"Magneto's planning a war. He's upset, no furious, about the cure. He's already forming an army. They're going after the kid, the one where the cure came from."

"How many?"

"So far… he's got over one hundred followers."

"Shit."

"More come each day. And some are teenagers, reckless and stupid ones that cause riots and run all over destroying things. Magneto can't control them and has stopped trying."

Rogue nodded and looked up as Logan walked in.

"The professor is sending Storm tomorrow. She'll pick us all up in the jet."

Pyro and Psylocke nodded while Rogue sighed and gestured to the couches.

"You guys can crash there tonight."

"Thanks Rogue."

"No problem John."

Later that night, a few minutes after they had put Rogan to bed, Logan and Rogue lay in bed listening to the sounds of everyone else breathing. Rogue sighed and ran a hand through her hair before turning to Logan. His back was turned away from her but she knew he was awake. Slowly she reached out and laid a hand on his back. His shoulders tensed before he relaxed and turned towards her. There was a certain sadness in his eyes, which she recognised immediately.

"Why don't you want to go back?" she asked.

"I like it here."

"So do I, but they need our help."

"No they don't… they were fine before we got there and they'll be fine without us. Going back means our lives are at risk."

"Our lives are always at risk, Logan. Besides we were going to go back eventually, might as well go early."

"What about Rogan? The kid needs normality in her life right now."

"I know but we can't hide her away from the world. She'll be safe at the mansion."

"You don't understand, Marie. Here we see her all the time, but at the mansion we're going to be teaching classes, go on missions and then she'll be alone."

"You can't truly think I'd be that heartless! If we're at the mansion I'll insist that one of us is always there for her."

"What about Magneto?"

"What about him?"

"You said yourself that we can't protect ourselves from him."

"Which is why a mansion full of people who can is exactly what we need right now!"

They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before Logan grunted and turned away from her again. She sighed and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to flow. She closed her eyes and retreated deep into her mind. It was weird, just a grassy field with the different inhabitants wondering around. They never spoke and if they tried no sound came out. She walked passed them all until she came to a cage where a fiery red canary was sitting on its perch. It tilted its head at her and opened its mouth in a silent cheep. Rogue shook her head and closed her eyes. Something was wrong and it had something to do with this bird. She felt her body shake and turned around, closing her eyes and exiting her mind.

"What!" she snapped as she came to.

Logan was leaning over her, one hand on her cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

She nodded and her features softened. He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips before laying down and pulling her into his arms. She snuggled against his chest and sighed happily. No matter what things were going to work out. She just knew it.

A/N: Um... this is for Comic-cake (http ):/www(.)polyvore(.)com(/)cgi(/)img-thing(?.)out=jpg&size=l&tid=8067870 -Just remove the brackets.