The Rogue

Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews, I hadn't thought that you would actually read it so quickly. I hope this chapter will be good!

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Marie made sure she woke up minutes before the sun came up. Opening her eyes, she saw her vision clear and tried to find the digital clock that was given to her. However, she found that it was missing.

'Oh right! Duh Marie, you're not in your room!'

She had discovered that she always forgot she was in someone else's room. She just felt so comfortable and safe. She sat up slowly and made the ruffled bed. After making sure she left everything in the same place she found them; she silently crept into the hallway hoping that she wasn't as late as she thought she was.

Clutching her white nightgown, she tip-toed towards the stairs cringing as she heard the floorboards creak.

" You know I can't keep letting you do this."

She spun around and found herself face to face with a tall man with red glasses. She blushed slightly at his state of dress and hung her head staring at the carpet as if they were the best things in the world.

Scott sighed and went into the hallway. " Come on, we've got some talking to do."

Marie nodded and followed him into his room. Scott made sure no one else was in the hallway and closed his door. She watched as he sat on his bed and motioned for her to sit next to him. Doing as she was told, she silently sat a foot away from him.

" Now, I've noticed you going to Wolverine's room countless times before, why do you do it?" Scott asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Marie hung her head. She didn't want to be confronted. She only wanted to feel Logan, to feel safe, to feel loved. A lone tear fell from her eyes and a pain that she thought she had hidden had resurfaced.

" Rogue… its not that I don't want you to feel safe or comfortable," Scott started. " You're depending on a man who is never here."

He found himself inching towards her and placing his arms around her.

" I... It's his nightmares... they haunt me too," she said quietly. " I've tried everything... but they all haunt me..."

Scott watched her and sighed. He stood up and opened his closet to find more suitable clothing. He sat back on the bed and held her close, being careful not to touch her skin.

" Who haunts you?" he asked.

Marie went silent. She looked around his room and found his room to be the exact opposite of Logan's. His weights were all neatly racked and books covered the shelves on his table. His sheets were pure white and already made.

" You're... incredibly neat..." she said observantly.

Scott looked at the girl in his arms. She was so much like the Jean he had fallen in love with. He chuckled at her observation and looked around for himself.

" Don't change the subject," he said hiding his smile.

Marie sighed. " No one knows… but I… don't just suck the powers or the energy out of people," she started. " I… I take in their memories, their hopes and their dreams, I can feel what they felt when they were watching a certain play, or writing a certain letter… everything! And I hate it… I hate it!"

Scott fell silent. " Everything?" he asked.

Marie nodded. " Logan-Logan's nightmares are brutal. His past is so hazy but there is enough to tell that he didn't have a good one… and… Magneto… his fear of humans…"

She looked into Scott's glasses and found herself staring into cerulean eyes. Blinking twice, it was gone, camouflaged in red plastic. She stood and began to walk towards the door.

" Where are you going?" he asked.

" To my room… I don't think I should stay here," she said sadly, wiping the tears from her eyes.

" Stay. I can tell your teachers you aren't feeling well. I'll get your clothes."

Marie stared as Scott stood and closed the door. She sighed and smiled sadly. Maybe she could live in this school with strangers… no… strangers and a friend, plus a crippled mentor. She found herself crawling into Scott's bed as she did with Logan's. She wondered why Jean did not share Scott's room.

She fingered the dogtags on her chest and fell into a deep sleep.

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Scott hurried to Rogue's room and found her closet to be the exact opposite of what he had expected. She always wore black clothing, hiding her figure, hiding her hopes and dreams, hiding herself in darkness and never letting herself be comfortable with anyone.

She trusted no one. None but Logan. Scott scoffed and pulled out an outfit he thought was suitable for her. Being color-blind, he had no idea whether It matched or not.

As he went out the door, he found a couple making out by the stairs and saw red. It was Jean, in another man no, boy's arms…

Scott felt air leave his lungs, he stumbled towards the backstairs and ran up towards his room. Tears streaked his face as the image was burned into his memory.

Why Jean? Why did you have to betray me like this? Scott asked himself, already knowing the answer. Rogue had been in his room for less than a minute and she had already hit him dead on. He was too predicable. Too much like a robot and it pushed Jean away.

Scott slowly opened his door, expecting to find Rogue impatiently waiting to leave. However, he just saw an angelic figure underneath his covers, clutching her chain as if it were her only lifeline. Scott sat down beside Rogue and gently shook her.

" Rogue? Rogue, wake up."

She stirred and stretched. She blinked a couple of times to clear her vision and smiled at Scott. Scott felt pain in his chest as he looked down at the innocent figure in his bed. Jean had never been so innocent, she was always so much like Logan, taking things into her own hands. The reason he fell for her was for her independence, her careless lifestyle.

" Hi Scott," Rogue said, her southern accent coating every word. " What time is it?"

Scott looked at his wristwatch and shrugged. " A little before 7."

Rogue shot up like a cannon and threw his covers off of her slender figure. She snatched her clothes from his arms and looked at him strangely.

" Sugah, I cannot believe you picked this outfit for me…" she said.

"Why not?" Scott asked. " I thought it would look nice on you."

Rogue lifted her eyebrow. " By the time the day is over, half of the people in this institute will be drained dry."

Scott never noticed how much skin the outfit would show.

"Oh," he said sheepishly. " I… kinda forgot about that."

Rogue laughed lightly and sighed. " I guess I'll just have to be extra careful. Professor said that I would have roommates by breakfast time… I guess I should go and meet them."

Scott nodded. He watched as Rogue stripped off her nightgown and blushed as he felt a pull on his pants. Why am I not turning around? He wondered. His gaze fell on her lean back and found that she didn't have as much baby fat as most teens her age would have.

As Rogue put on the tight blue spaghetti string top, and the low hip jeans, she turned around and smiled. Scott marveled at how mature she looked with her hair down.

" Rogue… how old are you?" Scott asked.

Rogue looked at him and shrugged. " My parents told me someone dropped me off at their doorstep when I looked about 6 or 7, but they weren't totally sure. So they said I was 5. Right now, I'm 17."

Scott nodded. " You should get to class."

Rogue nodded. " Thanks Scott."

Rogue then slowly made her way to the door, then Scott took hold of her waist, the only part of her body that was not offending to grab hold of.

" Wait… um, when you feel like talking to someone… feel free to see me, okay?" Scott said. Smiling, Rogue nodded and went towards her room to find her shoes.

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Author's Note: Yes this is … Scott/Marie/Logan! Mwhahahahahahhahaahhaa! Okay freaky no?