A/n: ok, here's more! Keep reviewing, tell me your thoughts, anything.

************* I never believed it could happen to me Something like this only happens to dumb girls Taking themselves too seriously I was so damn smart I was the one girl Who never believed it could happen to me Something like this only happens to somebody else

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"Logan?" Storm asked, looking at the gruff man at the breakfast table, "Have you seen Rouge around?"

"Why?" Logan said, snapping to attention, "Did something happen?"

"I don't know," Storm said curiously, "But she wasn't in my morning class. Do you mind checking on her?"

" 'course not!" Logan said, standing up briskly, "I'll be back soon."

Logan apprehensively walked up to Marie's room. He missed talking to her; that was for sure. But he still couldn't shake the image of her from the tent, clad in basically nothing, sitting on his chest.

Logan rounded the corner and knocked on Rouge's door, his face composed although his mind was in tumult.

"Kitty, Jubes, I'm fine," came the cheerful, but obviously strained voice of Rouge from behind the door, "Just tell the teachers what I told you, I'm feeling a little off color."

"Darlin'?" Logan said gently, or as gently as a Wolverine could, "It's me, do you want to let me in?"

"Oh, Logan," Rouge said, her voice still falsely cheery, "No, that's ok, I'm fine, just go back down to see the teachers."

"You are not a very good liar kid," Logan said, reverting back to his normal growl, "Now are you gonna let me in? Cause if not, I'll probably break the god damn door down."

Rouge spoke again, but this time her voice held traces of defeat.

"Alright, come in."

Logan swung the door open and quickly closed it behind him before taking in the room.

His eyes grew wide as he gazed the scene.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled, seeing the traces of blood that the quilt was not covering, "What the hell happened here Marie, now tell me the truth!"

Rouge lifted the quilt up a foot of so, revealing her blood stained legs, and the bruising on her wrists.

"Last night," Rouge said, her face telling the whole story, "He came, and he-he-he.did this."

Logan let out a cry of rage and whipped his claws out quickly, slamming them into the nearest item, a small easy chair. In a matter of minutes it was reduced to a pile of fabric and fuzz as Logan ripped and hacked furiously, his mind a wild blur.

After the chair was destroyed Logan turned and gazed at Marie, watched as the tears silently began to spill down her cheeks, her eyes seemed lost and quiet.

"Oh Marie," he said gruffly, sitting down on the bed beside her and holding her tightly in his arms, "I'm so sorry."

Marie wept softly, burying her face in his chest. Her tears made a wet patch in the fabric of his shirt.

He held on to her possessively, protectively, as if his arms could block out the world. Only her tears and her lost eyes could stop him from asking the question, the burning question. He was still Wolverine, and he wanted blood, he wanted revenge. He had made a promise to her, he said that he would take care of her, and he had failed, he had failed in the worst possible way. No woman, much less an innocent girl like her, should ever have to go through what had happened, ever.

"Marie," he said after a while, still holding her tightly, "Who did this to you?"

His eyes were stone cold, his body tensed for the answer, ready to spring to action, to defend Marie at all costs.
But the answer he did get surprised him. Marie began to talk, in a slow, halting voice.

"I could have killed him Logan."

Logan looked down at the young woman that he held in his arms, shock in his eyes.

"I could have let go of my control, but I didn't," Marie stumbled on, her voice thick from crying, "I didn't want him to die, even though he was hurting me, I didn't want to kill him."

"There is nothing wrong with that Marie darlin'," Logan said, his voice rough and scratchy as he looked at her, "You showed more courage then a lot of people by doing that."

"He said," Marie continued, her voice becoming choked, "He said that I didn't stop him because I wanted it, because I wanted him to do that to me. Maybe it was true, I have always wanted, to, to see what it felt like. Maybe I am just a tease."

Logan felt fury beginning to build in his chest.

"Don't you ever say that Marie," he said, his voice stern and hard, "He did this to you, he is the bastard, and this is in no way your fault. Do you understand me?"

Marie nodded, gulping for air as she began to speak again.

"But Logan, he was right, I did want it, I wanted to experience it, to know how it feels, I mean, to know how any kind of contact feels. He knew it," she said, curling up into a tiny ball and pulling the blanket around her, "And he said, he said, he asked me..."

"What did he ask you Marie?" Logan said, still fighting back his rage for this unknown man. How dare he do this to her!? To a girl so insecure about human contact! And then, even worse, make her believe that she liked it, that she was asking for it!

"He asked me," Marie began, blushing red as she spoke, "If this was better then, then what you would have done. He asked if, if I liked it better with him, then the ways I had imagined it with you."

Marie's body began to shudder, and she burrowed even closer to Logan, grabbing a handful of his shirt in her bloodstained hand.

"Fuck," Logan swore, suddenly very aware of Marie's total nudity under the blanket. His head was throbbing; all he wanted to do was pound that lowlife's ass to a pulp. But suddenly, he realized.

It must take a lot of trust for her to stay here with me, a male, after what happened, he thought. She needs me now, he thought to himself; you can be angry later, right now, take care of her.

Marie's tears still fell as Logan held her, rocking her back and forth soothingly, until she fell fast asleep in his arms.

*******************************a a/n: I dunno, wow, ok, I just let myself go, so tell me what you think about it. Byby Oh, lyrics are from dumb girls by lucy woodward.