A/N: - Hi. For anyone who has been reading this, I'm sorry for the wait but I've been away. Thanks to Nic for reviewing. I appreciate it. Please review!

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Moving On – Chapter 2

It was 6 o'clock in the evening and the staff and students at Xavier's mansion had sat down to their evening meal. It was a custom tradition on a Saturday night that both students and faculty shared a meal together as friends rather than as pupil and teacher.

The members of the x-men all sat together, however one member was missing. The incident earlier that day in the med lab had travelled fast around the mansion and Logan hadn't been seen since. As it turned out, Ann ones had arrived only that morning and Charles had been hoping to break the news to both Logan and Scott gently rather than risking a chance encounter like that of Logan's. As a result no one had seen or heard Logan, with the exception of Rogue. She was misfortunate enough to have a room right ext to Logan's and had heard him sobbing in his room earlier that afternoon.

Rogue now sat amongst her friends in the dining room eating her food. Kitty and Jubilee were talking but Rogue wasn't paying any attention. She kept looking at the empty space where Logan should have been sat. 

"Hey Rogue. What do you think?" Kitty asked, not award that Rogue's concentration had drifted. Rogue was puzzled, and the expression on her face showed it.

"You haven't been paying attention, have you?" Jubilee asked, shaking her head as she helped herself to more food from the dishes that decorated the tables.

Rogue sighed. "I'm sorry Jubes, I was miles away."

Kitty grinned. "Thinking about a particular person, who shall remain nameless, who isn't here tonight?"

"I'm worried about him, really worried. He took Jean's death really badly. I've never see him like this before. Rogue explained.

It was true. In all the time Rogue had known Logan she had never seen him express any kind of deep emotion around her. It wasn't like Logan to stay locked up in his room all day, crying to himself and not letting anyone see him. He hadn't even been out riding on Scott's bike since being back at the mansion.

"Oh, he'll be fine." Jubilee said, trying to put Rogue's mind at rest. "He's a tough guy; he'll be ok in a couple of days."

Kitty nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the news of the new doctor will have thrown him a bit. Once he comes around to the idea he'll be the old Logan we all know and love again."

Rogue managed a smile, knowing that Kitty and Jubilee were probably right. She was worrying over nothing. Pushing any thoughts of Logan out of her mind she started to enjoy her food and joined in with Kitty and Jubilee's conversation.

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Later that night, Rogue was dreaming. She dreamt of being able to control her powers, something she dreamt of often. In her dream Rogue had gone back home to her parents, being able to hug them and tell them everything was alright. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom to find it exactly the way she had left it. Crossing over to her wardrobe she opened it carefully, and to her shock something fell out with a resounding *THUD* as it hit the floor.

Rogue woke up with a start, her dream having turned into a nightmare. She had woken up so suddenly that she didn't have time to register what had been in her wardrobe. Rogue got out of bed and out her bedroom light on, when she heard the same *THUD* coming from Logan's room.

Glancing at the clock she slipped on her dressing gown and made her way out of her room to Logan's. Opening the door she saw Logan fully clothed in jeans and a shirt stood staring at her. Around the room drawers and cabinets had been moved around and were littering the room. It looked like a bomb had hit his room.

"Logan, what the Hell are you doing???"