Author's Note: Hi guys! Glad to hear y'all like so far! I really had to bug Eli a while to do that last chapter…he's a world-class procrastinator. As he says, "I'd be a procrastinator, but I never get around to doing it…"…sigh...lol! Anyways we're having fun writing this fic :-D We had an author's meeting a little while ago to decide where it was going, hehe. *ahem* enjoy my chapter! ^-^

1LiLRoGuE // Kate // Property of Patch5129 –

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Dedications: To eli, who i love sooooo very much, and to all my fans! You people rock! ;-)

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"Ah am never running with mah eyes closed again. Never."

Rogue's words echoed slightly in the empty locker room. The fact that she had her eyes closed as she said it was ironic, to say the least. Although now she had a reason; the shampoo hurt when it leaked into her wide green eyes.

The warm spray tingled as it washed away the grime from the mud puddle, and the sweat from her jogging. It also washed away the areas that still felt weak—where she'd collided with Wolverine. The trained assassin Wolverine. The man who took bullets like cotton balls.

She shuddered.

Not a good idea, gal, She thought affirmatively, reaching out blindly for her shampoo bottle. Mr. Logan's angry eyes and features still made her shudder with fear. He is one guy ah do not want on mah bad side! She reached up to scrub the shampoo into foam.

Suddenly, the sensation of being watched crawled through her skin so thick she could barely breathe. Shivering, Rogue blinked open her eyes and looked tentatively around her, but she saw no one there. She shook her head. Mah imagination, running away with me again. God dammnit!

Rogue stepped out of the shower and squeezed some of the water out of her hair, while trying to conceal herself with her arms. This is stupid, she thought angrily, forcing herself to drop her arms. There's nobody here. Naked and dripping, she padded over to the lockers and pulled her things out; a nice, green, arm-concealing shirt; a well-worn pair of light blue jeans; a set of thin, tanned leather gloves; some socks; and her knee-high black boots. Pulling it all on, she had just turned to lock her compartment's door when a voice echoed through the changing room.

"Rogue? You in here?"

She looked towards the door, and spotted Cyclops standing there sheepishly.

"Yeah, ah'm here, Mr. Summers. Y'all need something?"

Mr. Summers nodded.

"The Professor wants to see you in the debriefing room in fifteen minutes. You just have time to run to your room and change into uniform."

Rogue wrinkled her nose.

"It's back from the cleaners', then?" She bit her lip, remembering how it had torn across the butt during a complicated, life-saving flip performed in the danger room. The guys hadn't stopped laughing and ogling her for days.

Mr. Summers barely concealed a smirk and nodded.

"Yes. You can't even see the----" Here he cleared his throat. "---rip marks."

Rogue nodded.

"Ah'll be there."

She watched as Scott left, then sighed to herself.

Good going, Rogue. First month at school and you're already an unfavorable legend.

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