A/N: - Hi there. I'd just like to apologise for the long wait for this but we re formatted the computer and didn't have a word document for a few days so I couldn't post any stories. But I'm back now, and I hope you like it.

Moving On – Chapter 3

"Logan, what the hell are you doing??" Rogue asked, amazed, still staring open mouthed at the state of the room.

Logan walked over to his bedside cabinet and picked it up. Carrying it half way across the room he stopped and dropped it on the floor with a bang. He walked across the room and started to pick up a table before Rogue stopped him.

"Logan, it's 3 'o clock in the morning. I'm surprised you haven't woken half of the mansion. Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Logan put the table down and looked at Rogue. "I'm just doing a bit of redecorating."

Rogue snorted with laughter. "Redecorating? What on earth possessed you to 'redecorate' at this ungodly hour of the morning?"

Logan shrugged. "I'm a spur of the moment guy, kid." He smiled.

Rogue raised her eyebrows and the smile fell from Logan's face.

"Ok, I couldn't sleep. Sue me." He walked over to the bed and sat down. "I've had trouble sleeping ever since…."

"Jean died?" Rogue finished for him.

Logan nodded. "Yeah."

Rogue crossed the room and sat down next to him. "Look, if you ever want to tell someone about your feelings, you can always talk to me. You know that, right?"

Logan looked at Rogue. "Yeah, thanks kid, maybe some day."

He looked tired and worn out, probably a result of weeks without sleep.

"How about I stay in here tonight? I'll take care of you, I promise." Rogue suggested.

Logan smiled slightly. "I remember saying the same thing to you, that I'd take care of you."

"And you did. It's my turn to re-pay the favour." She looked around the room. "We can sort this mess out tomorrow. You just try and sleep now."

Logan lay down on the bed while Rogue sat in a nearby armchair. She watched as he slowly went to sleep and soon she too drifted into a peaceful slumber, safe within his presence.

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The next morning Rogue woke up around nine a.m. to find herself covered in a blanket. Logan was sat on the edge of the bed watching her as she yawned and sat up.

"Morning kid, sleep well?" He asked.

Rogue yawned again. "Yeah, not bad. You?"

"Slept like a log."

Rogue had to admit that he looked better. The bags had disappeared from underneath his eyes and the expression of tiredness had been lifted from his face.

"I'm hungry though." He said.

"Well you will be," Rogue said. "You missed dinner last night and you hardly ate any of your lunch. I saw you pushing the food around your plate, mister."

Logan lifted an eyebrow at Rogue. "My, you've been observant haven't you, bub?"

Rogue smiled. "Well, I've been worried about you. You've been acting really out of character recently."

"Well, there's no need to worry about me anymore," he said, standing up and taking Rogue's gloved arm in his. "Cause the old Logan's back. Now, let's go get us some food, I'm starving."

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A/n: - So, what u think? Please review, your reviews mean a lot and help me write. Love Arwen