A/n: hey, thanx for the reviews, and I'm sorry bout the misspell, see, I have Microsoft word, and it keeps automatically changing it!! Rouge .rouge rouge!! See I was typing r-o-g-u-e there, Ahhh! Ok, well, I can't really fix it, but I'm gonna have my dad try to fix our comp's dictionary, so, in the mean time, I'll just call her marie, lol, k dani?

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Days past and Marie healed, her bruises began to fade and one day, Storm decided she could go back to her own dorm room.

Marie was healing physically, but she still avoided the question, no one knew who her assailant was.

Even when Logan asked her she would change the subject, telling him stories, about anything but that fateful night. She told him about her mother, her father, and all about Kyle, the first boy she had ever kissed. She told him about hanging out with Kitty and Jubes, about her classes, and about her teachers.

Bobby just acted normal, he acted like he didn't know where Rouge was either, he acted worried about her, he acted like he missed her, and he acted like he wanted her to come back.
But he didn't. He couldn't face her.

Logan slept fitfully that night, Marie had just moved back into her dorm room, and he kept replaying the morning he found her in his mind. Then, suddenly, the door creaked open, letting a cool breeze flow across his face.

"Logan?" came the hesitant whisper from the door, "Can I maybe stay here tonight?"

"Course," Logan rumbled, his head still heavy from sleep, "You can't sleep?"

"Dreams," Marie said by way of explanation, and then crossed the room.

"Damn," Logan whispered under his breath as she walked in, the moonlight made silver patterns in her hair, her whole body appeared to be glowing. The wispy white nightgown she wore fluttered around her legs as she walked, and the flimsy material clung to every curve of her body.

"Here," Logan said, pulling back the covers, "Just keep a sheet between you and me and we'll be fine."

Marie unabashedly climbed into the bed, pulling the covers up around her. Logan often wondered at this, Marie had been extremely jumpy around men since the incident, she even kept a safe distance from Scott and Professor Xavier, but with him, it was different, she never even flinched when he was near her. It could be because she thinks of me as her older brother, Logan thought, or, he told himself, it could be because I am the only man she really trusts.

Marie turned over on her side and curled her legs up on the bed. Logan, seeing an opportunity, slowly slipped in behind her, letting her body fit perfectly into every crevice of his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and Marie sighed contentedly, snuggling up even closer to his muscular body. Logan lay there in silence for a while, just listening to her breathing, but soon an animal instinct began to take over. His senses heightened as he breathed in deeply, smelling her delicious scent of flowers and strawberries.

His hand still lay on her waist, and he slowly began to move it, stroking up and down her body, leaving heat trails upon her skin. Stop it, he told himself, what are you doing? But he couldn't stop himself his fingers traveled downward, lower and lower until they reached her thigh, where the edge of her night gown lay. Marie suddenly turned, and angled her body to face his, her head curled up on his chest, and her fingers beginning to roam across the broad expanse of skin.

She was controlling her power, he realized as her bare hand came to rest on his stomach, and her face tilted up to meet his.

Logan let out a small growl and pulled her closer, his hand moving underneath her night gown and up to her stomach, his fingers, reaching hungrily for her skin. Marie's hands moved around and behind him, where she let them wander across the tight muscles of his back.

"Marie," Logan moaned, and began to slowly trail kisses down her neck.

Logan reached his hand up even further, his hand barely skimming the bottom of her breasts.

"Logan stop!" Marie cried suddenly, sitting up and jumping off the bed, running towards the other side of the room.

"Marie, darlin, I'm so sorry," Logan said, angry at himself, as Marie ran out of the room and into the dark hallway, "Marie, please, wait!"

But Marie kept running down the hallway until finally she turned a corner and ran into a room, slamming the door behind her.

Stupid bastard! Logan screamed mentally to himself, you couldn't control yourself for one minute could you!

"Marie!" Logan yelled, pounding on the door. There was no answer. Logan leaned in and put his ear up to the door, he was quickly assaulted by the sounds of retching and gagging, Marie was clearly getting sick.

"Marie, let me in!" Logan yelled, his fury quickly turning into worry, "Let me in!"

There was no answer, just a strangled moan from behind the door. Logan had had enough; with a violent arc of his claws he cleanly sliced the door knob off the door. The door rapidly swung open, revealing Marie kneeling down and emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

"Marie?" Logan asked uncomfortably, looking down at her hunched body, "You alright?"

"Oh god Logan, just leave," Marie said, attempting to be sophisticated, but losing all smoothness when she began to retch all over again, her hair falling in her face.

"Here," Logan said, bending down and holding Marie's hair away from her face, she didn't push his hands away.

"Marie?" Logan asked after she had finished, her eyes were closed and her face looked pained, "Are you alright?"

"No Logan, I am not alright!" Marie spat at Logan, pulling her head away from him, "Don't you get it?! I will never be alright again! Storm with her soft smiles and helpful tidbits and Scott with his fucking encouragement! They just don't understand! You don't even understand Logan! You offer safety and protection, but can you save me from myself!? It's not going to be 'alright' ever again ok? You can't help me anymore, not if all you are going to do is make yourself feel better!"

"What the hell do you mean?" Logan asked defensively, his voice turning gruff.

"Oh, good job Logan, denial is always nice!" Marie said sarcastically, "You feel bad, because you weren't there, because you couldn't protect me, and now, you are trying to justify it in your mind by fixing me now! I'm not something you can just fix Logan! You actually have to have a little compassion!"

"I don't know what you have been seeing Marie, but that's fucking wrong!" Logan growled irately, "Can't you see how much I care about you! How much I want your pain to go away!"

"Then what was that in your room Logan?" Marie said, her face flushing with rage as well as humiliation, "Making my pain go away does not include feeling me up!"

Logan sighed and placed his head in his hands, sinking down to the floor.

"That was wrong," he admitted, his voice gravelly, "I shouldn't have done that, I really shouldn't have done that."

Logan looked at Marie and was surprised to see her eyes brimming with tears.

"Marie?" he asked inquiringly, "What's going on?"

"Get out," Marie said, her voice muffled while she hid her face.

"Aw fuck it Marie," Logan said, his voice gruff and hard, "Do you really want me to leave?"

Marie nodded, still crying silently.

Logan nodded his head acceptingly, and then leaned down to kiss Marie's forehead. His touch singed her skin and set her trembling down to her very bones.

And then, with out a backwards glance, he walked out.

********** A/n; haha, cliff hanger, Ok, well, not really, but.. Still review!! If you want more...lol I feel like I have so much power! hehehehe