Note: Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Got a lot of projects going ATM which are keeping me busy. Writing all my unfinished FanFics whenever I get chance.

OK guys, enjoy.

5

"How do ya always find these places?" Rogue asked Logan as she followed him into the bar, heading towards the cage fighting.

"Easily. You just gotta know where to look."

"I see. So how would I spot one?"

Logan grunted. "It's not easy to explain, but it's easier to spot one a mile away once you've been to a few a good number of times."

Logan and Rogue came to sit at the front of the cage. There were two woman fighting inside it. "Watch carefully." Logan instructed Rogue.

And she did. She watched how they stood, feet apart and bent at the knees to keep steady, feet flat on the floor, but their toes curled, ready to pounce. There arms were up and the left one was guarding her top half, the one to the right guarding her lower. As the left woman threw a punch, Logan explained why she was wrong in her move. "Look, the girl in blue's clearly left her lower abdominal muscles open and a passageway to slip up, past her chest and to her face if the girl in the pink dodges, ducks and make the punch at the same time as well as knowing that the blue girl's left herself wide open.

And as Logan rushed to his finish, the pink girl had done everything he said she could do and a O.K. was being counted by the crowd. After the blue and pink girl's fight was over, Logan began to strip off besides Rogue, throwing his clothes at her again to keep hold of.

"This time when I'm up there, stay right here where I can keep my eye on you. Any dickhead comes bothering you I'll see them and I'll sort them out. Just pay attention to what I do and how I move, you got that stripes?"

Rogue nodded her head.

"Alright then." Logan said, before stepping into the cage and facing his first opponent. Now Rogue noticed a somewhat different style of fighting within Logan. Before, she'd seen him not give a dame and just headbutt the person to O.K. them. Now he took a fighting stance and let the guy attempt to get a few hits in and Logan dodged them. His eyes went to hers a few times, but that was only to check that she was paying attention and to give indication on what to focus on.

"Hey mate, that your bitch over there that you keep looking at? Shouldn't have brought her. She's gonna have to watch you-"

Logan took his opponent out with one punch.

Rogue couldn't help a smile and a chuckle come from her lips. Logan moved onto his next fight within seven minutes. Rogue had watched and paid attention to all Logan was doing - because she noticed he was getting bored of playing defence and tormenter. She could see, better than anyone else in the room, that the animalistic side of Logan was coming out. It was a shine in his cole eyes that was hard to explain because it was such a small change and hardly noticeable. Rogue realised the only reason she noticed it was because she'd seen him fight more than once and because the psych in her head - of Logan - was pushing forwards with rage in her head. He gave it away that he was turning animal when she had to force him back into the barriers.

'That you're fella their girl?'

Rogue turned her head to see the woman who had been fighting in the cage; the one dressed in pink. She straddled a chair and had a smirk on her face. One of delight happiness.

'Don't get many chicks in here. Not unless their boys in here. Noticed you've been watching that beasty hunk in there. You with 'em?'

'Errr, yeah. You could say that.' Rogue replied, looking back to Logan. She herself knew there could never be anything going on between them, but she was sure Logan wouldn't mind her telling someone she was with him (especially since she didn't clarify in what way).

'You like the fighting? It a turn on for you and him?'

'What?' Rogue asked facing the fighter again.

She had a very cheeky smirk on her face as she said 'the way your watching him, the fight, you've practically got drool dribbling down your chin. You wanna fight?' The woman asked, raising her eyebrow.

Rogue's face fell. 'No.' she said, quietly, almost shamefully.

'Shame.' Said the fighter. 'You had this real look in your eye; a killer look. I woulda loved to have jumped in the cage with you. Have us a kinky little fight.' The woman winked at Rogue, before standing up. 'Anyway, gotta go get my celebration drink and hook up with some cute arse. You two have a good night tonight. Seems like your gonna.' And she left.

Rogue turned to pay attention to the fight again. She watched Logan. He still had this wild animalistic side in his eye, but... she noticed he was still collective. He hurt the men, O. them, but not...killing them. The sentence the female fighter had said last had stuck in Rogue's mind 'You had this real look in your eye; a killer look.' She had felt it. The eager to fight. To want to be the victor.

Images of the other night flashed through her mind. His face before. His face after. The pain in her hand that came only after she realised what she had done. The blood dripping from the holes in his head down her arm-

Rogue felt claustrophobic. She wanted an out. Not even thinking about the man right in front of her who had just won his last fight, Rogue stood up and as swiftly as she could, got out of there.

Logan found her being sick at the side of the pub. He'd finished his last fight, saw her rushing out of the pub and followed straight after her, cursing under his breath. He was irritated. He told her to stay where she was. Why was it that every time she became a pain in his arse. Logan was starting to regret this deal and thought it'd be easier if he just got rid of her. When he saw her being sick those thoughts went out of mind and he grimaced at the smell. he stood awkwardly, trying not to pinch his nose.

'You...alright?' Logan asked.

Rogue looked at him from out of the corner of her eye. She nodded her head, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. 'Yeah... Don't worry about me... I'll be alright... You won all your fights?'

'Yeah.'

'You get your money?'

'Nope. Saw you leaving.'

'Go get it... I'll be fine.'

'You sure?' Logan asked.

'Yeah.' Rogue said, straightening up now. 'It was just, erm, the fumes of the smoke. People smoking around me made me feel sick. I'm gonna stay out here for a bit and get some fresh air. Go in and have a celebration drink or whatever. I'll be here when you get out.' Rogue said.

Logan nodded his head, went in, got him money and got beer to-go from the barman before returning back outside. He couldn't just leave the girl in the cold. She already didn't forgive him for that the first time.

He found her sat on a snow-covered bench. She was rubbing her face with her hands, obviously distressed about something. Logan wanted to growl in his throat, roll his eyes and just walk away. He couldn't be bothered dealing with emotions and that's all he seemed to be getting from this girl.

'You sure you're alright?' Logan asked.

Rogue straightened up and looked at him. 'Yeah... You not going for a drink?'

'Got em right here. Come on, lets get going.' Logan said, moving towards his van.

Rogue got up, shuck the snow off her coat and moved to the truck on her side. The van started and they drove in silence for a long while.

'You wanna go over the fighting moves?' Logan asked.

He noticed a small muscle flinch in Rogue's check and then she answered 'I'm still going over it in ma head.'

Logan let it drop. He let it drop for the rest of the day. And the night. It wasn't her not speaking to him that drove Logan nuts. It was her not being able to sleep at night and how she kept moving about.

'Will you keep still, already.' Logan snapped at fifty past one in the morning.

'Sorry.' Came Rogue's southern twang. She really did seem disheartened and guilty. Logan looked down at her still form. She'd cleaned up the rest of the van, found the spare quilt and pillow and was sleeping on the floor of the van like Logan instructed, no arguing raised like he expected. He knew something was up. He could guess at it. But he was rather confused still. When he looked down and saw silent tears falling down her face - her face that was turned away from him, but he could still see them. He didn't want to ask. He didn't want to get involved. She'd be gone soon. If she had a problem, she could speak to him about it, but other than that-

'Logan.' Rogue asked quietly.

'What?' Logan asked, his tone normal.

'Do...Do you think it's a little but sick in the head to... to want to learn how to beat someone up just after...' She didn't need to finish the sentence. And it didn't seem like she was going to.

'No. Perfectly natural to have built up rage you wanna get rid of. Wanting to learn defence as well encase you ever find yourself in that situation again is normal too.'

'But... Isn't it weird? How easily...'

'What?' Logan growled, pissed off she'd decided to open up about this subject at a night time when he was trying to sleep.

'It's not normal!' Then Logan could hear her cry and the tears fall. 'It's not normal how easily I could just move on from...that. From almost being raped to getting a sick thrill out of watching someone beat someone else up. It's not right! It can't be right!' Rogue sat up and faced Logan. 'Aren't I just as bad for wanting to hurt someone?' Rogue sat there, clutching her quilt tightly in her hands while looking into Logan's calm cole eyes.

He breathed in and exhaled. 'Look strips, there's two sides to killing. One's killing for the thrill, the other's the human kill where you feel guilty as hell afterwards. You're feeling guilty, aren't you?'

'I...Yes.' Rogue answered looking down at her hands.

'Then you've got nothing to fear. Your reaction is normal. A later stage of recovery from an attack and kill, but then again you did say you've had to deal with this before. You've most likely skipped those stages and missed out on wanting to fight back which is now you're experiencing it. So yeah, your reaction is slightly abnormal in timing, but everyone has their own way of recovering from an attack. You're no monster Rogue. Nowhere near.'

Rogue sat quietly, thinking.

'Are we done talking? You gonna lie down and sleep now or what?' Logan asked.

Rogue looked up at him, guilt at keeping him awake. She lay down, this time facing Logan. She felt grateful to Logan. And he seemed irritated that she was watching him attempt to sleep. There was a twitch of his muscles in his check that was connected to his ear. His ear was twitching too. It was kind of cute. But there was something bothering Rogue. Something that kept popping up in her head. A stranded answer that didn't make sense. She thought that Logan would be able to help her figure it out.

'Logan?'

'What now?'

She turned her head to be able to look at him. 'You...Said you'd killed people...'

'Yeah...What about it?' Logan asked rubbing a hand over his face.

'...Who was your first kill?'

Logan was silent. 'Go to sleep Rogue.'

Rogue saw that he didn't want to answer. A part of her really wanted to know. Not just because it was in her mind - an unanswered question - but he had leverage over her now. He knew more about her than anyone had in a long while. He knew more about her, than she did about him - well... She knew quite a bit about him. Random bits of his life.

That cloudy bit in her mind, the faint memory she'd gotten from him, was a blur imagine of him holding somebody in his arms in the forest. It was sad. It had a sad atmosphere around it. But if Logan wasn't going to answer...

Then good. It could be a wake-up slap to her not to get too close to him. She was already too close, and the journey had only just begun. Rogue closed her eyes and fell to sleep.

XXXXX

She was to be awakened by Logan's cries and his fingernails scratching down the side of the wall. Rogue sat up, but stayed away, remembering the last time she had tried to wake him. She couldn't leave him suffering like that. But then again she didn't want to get stabbed again. So instead she moved to the head of the bed, moving as far away from Logan's body as she could, but still be able to touch him. Rogue reached out and took hold of Logan's shoulder. She began shaking him awake and calling his name.

'Logan! Logan wake up-'

Logan shot up out of his bed and like she had expected, he had shot out his claws. Rogue had managed to move back just in time - but there was still a little snip of the skin on her hand. It was long and quite deep, but when she looked at it she just shrugged it off.

Logan was sat up in bed, huffing. Rogue gave him a moment to collect his thoughts.

'You alright?' Rogue asked.

Logan looked at her from out of the corner of his eye. And gave a low growl. Not a nasty one, but one in agreement.

'You have nightmares a lot, huh?' Rogue said, now getting up and moving towards the kitchen, switching on the kettle and opening up the cupboards. From then, she pulled out whisky she'd found and made a hot chocolate laced with whisky. Logan was rubbing his head again when she turned around with it.

'Here.' She said, sitting down beside him on the bed.

he looked down at it in disgust.

'Look, drink it. Trust me. It helps calm the nerves... Plus, I've-'

'Added whisky. Yeah, I know.' Logan took the drink and downed it.

'You wanna talk about it?' Rogue asked.

Logan shuck his head. Then sniffed the air. 'I cut you.' He said, now putting now the empty mug in his lap and taking Rogue's covered wrist. He twisted it around. True, there was blood in Rogue's palm. But it was dry.

'There's no cut?' Rogue said taking her hand back. She'd seen how deep that cut was. It couldn't have healed that fast, could it?

'I'm sorry.' Logan said.

Rogue looked up at him. 'Hey, don't worry 'bout it. No harm done. Look, see. Nothin' there but dirty blood.'

Logan grunted. 'How long do you hold onto a mutant's power again?'

Rogue was quite and looked down at her palm. She didn't know. 'I don't know.'

'Well, I'm not getting back to sleep.' Logan said after a few moments pass. He threw the covers off him and moved to the front of the van, starting the engine and turning on the heater. 'If...If you wanna get some more sleep you can take the bed.'

Rogue smiled at the back of Logan's head and took up his offer. She climbed into the bed. It was warm from his body but it stunk of him and sticky sweat. Oh well, she'd slept in worse places.

XXXXX

The next nightmare just so happened to be the one Rogue had. It was blurry. From what she could make out there were two children in a forest, one crying and the other sleeping.

Logan shook her awake before she could start crying herself. It was a horrible nightmare. Not as bad as some other nightmares she knew Logan had, but sad. Very sad.

'Come on strips. Get up.'

Rogue was slow coming to as she realised Logan had parked up the truck and had opened the door, waiting on her.

'You coming for breakfast or not?' Logan asked.

Rogue scurried out of the bed and followed after him quickly. They had arrived in a town that had a row of shops lined up in a square. Rogue followed behind Logan, looking past him to see the greasy bar he was heading to. Rogue felt her stomach twist. And she also thought about how she was falling more and more in debt to Logan. She couldn't pay for anything to eat and he knew that too. Rogue thought that Logan, we they sat down, would order her something like he did last time, but she didn't want that. It would just mean she owed him a lot more than what she already did; which was a lot considering he'd given her a roof, some place to sleep, fight lessons, food and drink. All she'd given him was trouble and a clean van.

Then an idea struck and she ran to catch up to Logan. 'Ya know it's cheaper to cook your own breakfast. A lot healthier too I'm guessin'.'

'Don't worry strips. I'm not really worried 'bout my heal.' Logan said.

'But you've got a cook and hob in your van. Why not store food and then ya won't be payin so much. If ya like I could cook you up some breakfast. Meals too. Lunch, Tea time-'

'No thanks. I'd rather not be poisoned.'

Rogue ran to stand in front of him. 'Hey, I wouldn't poison ya! I'm just sayin' that I'd like to cook something for a change rather than going out to a dinner. Besides, if I'm cookin' ya can be as rude as ya like and you know it! You go in that dinner ya riskin' bein' chased out again...And also dealing with people is annoying.'

Logan looked down at Rogue, eyebrow rose in question.

Then he rolled his eyes. 'Alright, but we're not shopping long. Just getting some food in.'

Rogue smiled and lead the way to the Metro.

XXXXX

After passing the small town, getting in some fresh foods and cooking equipment (because Rogue insisted that she could make Logan a better meal than all that deep fried crap he ate) they decided to spend the day on the road after eating a hearty full English breakfast.

They had stopped to eat. Rogue had made some chicken in a spicy southern sauce.

'You like spices, right?' Rogue asked.

'Spicier the better.' Logan said, taking a stab at a piece of chicken with one of his claws and eating it off his claw. Rogue watched him, bewildered on how to take the action. Then she ended up smiling when he looked at her with a cluelessness look in his eye. A move like that just came natural to him. It made Rogue smile. Then turn back to her own chicken.

The sauce was red. And it made her think of something else. A thought, that wasn't hers to think about, she knew that.

'So, you figure any more out 'bout your powers?' Logan asked.

'No.' Rogue answered, taking a bite out of her chicken. If she ate it all, the memory would go away.

'You know part of the deal was that I got to learn about your powers. And you learn about mine. Here's something new for ya, I can sniff out a lie. What you holding back?'

Rogue didn't look up at him. Logan threw down his plate in the sick and came to kneel down in front of her. ' What aren't you telling me?'

Rogue just kept eating the chicken. Logan got pissy, grabbed the plate from her throwing it into the sick. He took her by the arm and lead her to the door.

'Logan!' Rogue called out in protest as she was shoved outside into the snow. Rogue began banging on the door he closed on her. 'Logan open this door!'

The engine was started and Rogue felt something she hadn't felt in such a long time. It was that fear again. That feeling of abandonment. The feeling that made her heart freeze till it was numb then fall down into her stomach. He was going to leave her out here to fend for herself again. She didn't want that. She couldn't lose this. She began to bang on the door harder

'Wait! Wait! I'll tell you! I'll tell you just please open up!' The engines were cut off and Rogue only just realised what she'd done and what was happening to her. She managed to avoid the tears that pricked her eyes and was just getting her breathing in order when he opened the door.

He just stood there, emotionless, looking down at her, waiting.

'I've learnt something.' Rogue spoke, knowing that she had to keep him captivated if she wanted to be let back in. 'Well, more remembered something.' She said, only just realising now what she was thinking of, or more about. She went quiet for that moment just thinking. She'd been an idiot. Acted idiotically. Her banging on the door, yelling for him to stop and not go gave him power over her. He now knew he had power over her too and that was going to change him. Power always did. Things weren't equal and now she had to find a way to make them equal. That thing. That memory she was thinking about and just mentioned now was one of his, she knew that. But should she tell him it? She didn't want to hurt him, or at least she didn't until he just threw her out and showed her he knew how to control her. She had to take control once again and make herself desirable so he didn't have that power over her.

'Well?' He spat out.

But would telling him because he demanded it make her weaker. No, she could spin this to work for her.

'I remembered the first person you killed.'

Logan was still, but his face was unmoved. But somehow she could just tell that his nerves were standing on edge because he suddenly felt uncomfortable that this had been brought up. 'Oh.' was all he said. And then Rogue remembered something else. He couldn't remember some of his memories. He hadn't come outright and said it and it was a little hard to tell looking at the jumble of memories in her head because she was so inexperienced with exploring this other person's psych. But she did know and remember him telling her that he couldn't remember why he'd been experimented on and if you can't remember something as traumatic as that then maybe he doesn't remember other things. The reason he was so on edge at the moment was either because he didn't want her to know about his first kill (which she sort of did understand but didn't understand) or because he couldn't remember it.

'If you let me back in and promise not to kick me out again or hurt me then I'll tell you about it.' Rogue bargained.

Logan took his time deciding, but finally stepped aside and let her pass. In Rogue stepped, taking her seat again by the bed, trying to keep her posture casual and her face expressionless. She wanted to be the one holding all the cards. Logan stood against the sink watching her.

'Well?' He snarled.

'I'm getting there.' Said Rogue. It was kind of hard to actually to back to that memory in her head. Harder than remembering the experiments done to him. 'Rose. Her name was Rose. That was the first person you killed.'

She let that settle, watching him and wondering how much more she should say and how much he wanted to know. He didn't give anything away, just waited. 'She was your childhood sweetheart. You two had just run away together into the forest. You were feeling the first trances of that wild animal thingy that's inside you. You and Rose were getting alone fine...' Rogue trailed off, looking to her bare hands as she relived everything. She felt sick. Almost as if she was reliving herself when she had killed Fred in the car. It was horrible. A moment of-

'What?' Logan said. 'Then what?'

Rogue looked up to him, seeing him getting frustrated and angry. He didn't know. She had an advantage over him here. She could work this in her favour so he never treated her like he just did again. But then again, he had been kind and helped her when she'd experienced her first kill. But would it be the kinder act not to tell him or to tell him? Looking at him right now, he needed to know what went on that night.

'You found a place to work at a mining colony in Yukon. You and Rose were doing just fine until your animal started to get the best of you. One night you just up and left. Rose had no idea what was up with you but she followed you, wanting you to come inside because you were barely wearing any clothes and it was freezing outside. But you were in your own world fighting your own demons. Something had pissed you off that day, I'm not too sure what, but you were holding back a lot of things that were making you worse and making the animal more uncontrollable. Some conscious thought must have gone through your mind when you left the house because you must have known you were about to lose it. And you did. You lost complete control of all your humanity and just started lashing out. Your claws came out and you were slashing at everything, trees, snow, bushes, yourself. Then Rose tried to make you stop, only... You out matched her greatly when it came to strength. In your rage you stab her by accident. It was only after that did you come to your senses and realise what you had done.'

Logan was still as he watched her. His lower jaw seemed to had lost the stiffness it had before. Now he looked like a man about to break. And she, Rogue, had put him there.

'I'm sorry.' Rogue found herself saying before she could think.

Logan looked away and snorted. He looked lost. A hand came over his face and started to work his jaw. When it went past his eyes Rogue saw the hate-filled heat within his eyes. Rogue became wary and a little scared. She sat a little straighter and pinned the edge of the bed frame, not making any fast or sudden movements but getting ready to run if she needed to.

Logan glanced at her once, then walked towards the door, swinging it open and taking off out into the snow.

XXXXX

A good few hours later

Rogue had decided not to follow Logan out into the woods. She learnt not to from Rose's mistake. Instead, she decided to cook up some food and clean up the place for Logan (so when he did come round he'd remember what she could be useful for). She'd liked the time just to think as well and clear her head. She rethought over everything that happened between them and started to think about where this was going to lead for them. He could come back and tell her to get out if he felt like it (that's why she'd hidden some food in her large coat that she wore now and hide some money in her boot). Or, he could... Well, she didn't know what he would do with her if he didn't throw her out. So she thought if the later happened, at least she could distract him with a meal.

She'd started to cut veggies not long after Logan left when she accidentally cut herself with the knife. She looked at it. It was only a small scratch on her finger. Her next action was more bizarre. Rogue had been thinking about how Logan had cut her with his claws last night and that cut seemed to heal almost instantly. Rogue then put the blade in the middle of her palm and cut deep. It hurt, but she just watched it. She watched to see if it was healing. After a while when it hadn't healed up she wrapped tissue around it (since Logan didn't have any bandages in - not like he needed them) and just got on with the cooking (her hand throbbing for a while until her mind went back to thinking about her first plan if she was kicked out.

If he abandoned her now, then she would be fine. She's lived on the streets before. She knew where the nearest place was and where she could get food and shelter for the night from. From there she'd just wing it, catching rides again until she got further up north. Apparently, it wasn't that far away anyway. She reckoned by the end of the month she'd be up there and getting ready to see the Northern Lights. She smiled a little to herself at that thought. That's what this whole crazy thing was about. Seeing them. She should have been able to see them from here, but those stupid grey clouds just kept getting in the way. But she'd heard Yukon was a great place to see the Northern Lights. It didn't matter if she couldn't see them now or if she couldn't see them straight away when she reached Yukon. She was going to see them and then her life would be complete.

The door opened and Logan came in. It was well past midnight, Rogue was sure. She'd gotten so swept away with cleaning and trying to make the best out of the food they had without using too much that she'd lost track of the time. Suddenly, Rogue felt very cautious about being found in his truck. She swallowed as she turned around to look at him. He looked exhausted and his t-shirt was ripped up with claw marks and blood staining it. He'd gone into a bizarre rage again, Rogue could tell. Rogue wondered now if she should have just upped and left the moment he did instead of waiting for him to come back and decided her fate.

Rogue swallowed. Too late to change her mind now. 'I, erm, made Toad-in-the-Hole... I thought you might have been hunger.'

Logan looked at her, but she couldn't tell what was going through his mind. Was he irritated by seeing her here? He couldn't have been happy about it, so it was a good guess.

'Grub sounds good.' Logan said, moving towards the cupboard that had the whisky in it. He took it out and started downing it from the bottle. Rogue watched him down half of it, until he stopped and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Rogue just let him be, knowing that if she said anything, he'd just tell her to piss off. She turned around to the food and plated it, making a portion for herself as well.

Logan sat down and she handed the plate to him. 'It's a little cold, but it should still be alright to eat.'

Logan said nothing, he just ate and drank. Rogue followed his lead, only not drinking. After finishing their food in silence, Rogue spoke up. 'You want me to drive us to the next town? You could get some-'

Logan held up a hand, signalling for her to stop. So she did. 'I'll drive.' He said. Rogue was just about to protest as he stood up. 'I could do with the distraction.' He said as he moved towards the front of the truck.

Rogue was going to make an argument about him being drunk, but he wasn't going to listen so she let him be. She was sure he wanted to be alone so she sat on his bed, curled up into a ball and stared at her fingers. There wasn't anything to do so she just thought. There were a few more of Logan's memories that she had which she could go through, but she really didn't want to relive his memories. Besides they tired her out and gave her a headache.

Rogue went to rub her head. She could feel another headache coming on, or the headache that had been there since she'd told Logan about his first kill, but what she'd just ignored. Rogue cringed as she felt a funny feeling in her hand. She wasn't sure what it was, but then, as she looked down at her gloved hand, she remembered having cut herself. Rogue took off her glove and removed the bloody tissue to look at the cut, but found there was nothing there. It had gone within the past few hours. Rogue was getting lost in thought when Logan spoke.

'You have more memories of mine like that, don't you?' Logan said, as if reading her mind.

Rogue looked to him at the front. He wasn't looking at her. He couldn't. But he was talking to her. 'Some, but not a lot. I only got glimpses.'

Logan was quiet for another few minutes as he thought. 'How about we change our deal a little bit?

Rogue's eyebrow raised at this. This couldn't be good. 'What you have in mind?'

He looked at her this time through the review mirror and took his time to answer. 'I'll take you to Yukon and that'll be our departing point, that's the deal. But along the way, you'll absorb me and tell me what you've learnt so I can know what happened to me in my past and in return I'll train you how to fight so that you can make money for yourself when your back on the streets. That sound good to you?'

Rogue didn't actually think she had a choice. She didn't want more of his torturous memories in her head, but if she said no he might just force her to absorb him and tell him about his past without teaching her how to fight, or he'd throw her out again (which would be the better option for her). He'd worded it though in a way she liked. She could learn to fight for herself and make her own money. That might actually come in real handy. Better than if she was just thrown on the streets. Rogue nodded her head and agreed to Logan's terms.