The Rogue

Author's Note: Okay… strange ne?

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Logan found himself in another bar in his hometown. A beer in his hand, he felt the slight buzz of alcohol in his system. He knew with his healing factor, the alcohol level in him would never reach to a point where he would get a hangover the next night. The closest he'd been to a hangover was when Marie had pulled some of his powers from him and he went unconscious, waking up with a hell of a headache the next day.

He hated being so far away from his Marie. His Marie… he had no idea when he started thinking of her so possessively. Ever since that first meeting they had, he had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Logan growled. He was the Wolverine, and damn it! The Wolverine wasn't supposed to have any feelings… although possessiveness was another thing entirely. He roughly put his beer down and found a trashy looking woman staring at him like a hungry wolf would stare at a hunk of meat.

She weaseled her way towards the stool next to him and smiled. She fiddled with her blond hair, which seemed to have been blow-dried one too many times. Logan could smell arousal on her, which surprised him since her perfume was nearly choking him already.

" Hey there, handsome." The woman placed her hand on his and guided his hand towards her thigh. " Need some release?"

Logan growled and pulled his hand away. " I'd rather be shot in the head."

He stood up and began walking towards the exit. Truth was, Logan had been celibate for nearly six months now. As much as he wanted to deny it, not even Jean wanting him would arouse him as much as Marie would.

He sighed and went towards his truck. Maybe it would be a good time to go back to Marie. It was a long drive from Alberta to New York.

He started the truck and checked the cargo in the trunk. 'I sure hope One-eye appreciates that I kept her in good condition' he thought.

Shaking his head, he pulled away from the cheesy bar and went on his way, hoping somehow Marie was done growing up and was ready for him…

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Meanwhile in Wechester: Xavier Institute

Scott paced around in his room. It had been three agonizing nights ago that he had witnessed his fiancé kissing one of his students. Of course, like any normal human, he went into denial. Chanting mantras hoping that it was just a nightmare or that he was just a bit riled by Rogue's presence.

But no, today was the day. Rogue had just been assigned to have two roommates and she was dealing with it fine. But as for him, it was the day to move on. He would break it off with Jean. As much as it pained him to do so. Jean was the one person he had counted on, the first person to approach him and treat him normally after his mutation.

Sure, the age difference was more of a turn off than a turn on to him since by the time he was 35 and just getting wrinkles, she'd already be wrinkled.

'Lovely thought there Scotty!' he grimaced.

Jean was wonderful. She was… his angel, until he opened his eyes and began to see the light. Jean, after going through puberty had become the opposite of his perfect woman.

There was a slight knock at his door. 'Who could be awake after 12?' he asked himself. Forgetting that he only had his boxers on, he opened the door and found himself face to face with a very scared Rogue.

His mouth hung open as he looked at the angel standing before him. Rogue's hair was a mess, but it made her look like a cute child. The two platinum streaks framed her face and fell by her collarbone. She wore the same long white silk gown he had caught her in as she was sneaking back into her bed.

He cleared his throat and blinked at her. " Um, hey."

Rogue sniffled. " C-can I stay here? Just for the night? I-I don't mean to be a bother… but… L-logan's room was kind of… cold"

Scott smiled softly. " Sure, come on in."

Rogue sat down on his brown corduroy couch and shivered. Scott pulled out his blanket and placed it around her lithe form.

" Want to talk about it?" he asked, his tone soft and caring. It surprised him, how he acted around the troubled teen. He wasn't much of a romantic like Bobby and he never used that tone with Jean. It was as if this little girl woke up the Scott within the Cyclops.

Rogue sniffled. " I just realized that I don't know who I am."

She tucked her hair behind her ear and faced Scott. He stared into the pools of emerald and wondered how the teen could bear having so much knowledge inside. It was as if she were a twenty- year old stuck in a seventeen- year- old body.

" Having absorbed so many in such a short time span… it makes me wonder who Marie really is," she continued.

" Marie?" Scott asked. " Who's that?"

Rogue smiled. " That's me… my name."

Scott felt a pull at his chest. 'She should smile more often. She looks so beautiful'

" Logan used to say my name fitted me."

"It does."

Rogue yawned and Scott mentally slapped himself for keeping her up so late.

" Here, take the bed. I'll be fine on the couch," Scott said as he led her towards his huge bed.

Rogue climbed in, and as Scott was making his way towards his couch, he felt her grabbing hold of his arm. He looked at her bare hand on his bare arms.

' She…'

" Stay… please?" she asked, her voice hushing down to a whisper. " I don't think I can handle not having someone there…"

Scott nodded numbly still lingering on the fact that Rogue had just touched him, and he was still conscious. Rogue moved to the side as he climbed in.

" Thank you."

Scott nodded as he watched her sleep, her hand still on his arm. Blinking, Scott began to wake the professor. Something was not right.

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Okay… short…. Very, very, incredibly short.