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Kitty followed Pete up the stairs noting just how nervous he seemed to be, which she found a little funny. She wouldn't have figured Pete to be the nervous type... but then again, lots of men are nervous when it comes to women. As she stepped into his room she noted just how much of a bachelor pad it was, the walls were bare but the closet was open and rather messy. well at least he's normal she thought to herself as she closed the door behind her.

"Vell dis is my room" he stated a slight crack in his voice.

"Yes it is" Kitty replied as she locked the door and smiled at him.

Jubilee sat in her room trying to read a magazine but growing steadily bored with it, she closed it and tossed it on her nightstand. With a sigh she began to wonder where Logan was at, he was always interesting company, and she really wanted to tell him about the picnic anyways. She decided that she wasn't tired and got off her bed, fished around in her drawers from something to wear other than pajamas, and found a pair of denim shorts and one of Logan's old tee's that he'd given her after it shrank. After changing she set out to find Logan who she figured was either in the kitchen, or the danger room. As she was walking out of her room, she could hear some very… interesting noises… drifting down the hallway from one of the rooms. As she had to pass by most of the rooms on her way to the stairs or elevator she guessed she'd be able to figure out where they were coming from. She had an idea of where, but didn't want to think on it until she reached Piotr's door and her suspicions were confirmed. 'oh gross' she thought to herself and quickly moved on down the hall. As she reached the top of the stairs, she could hear whispers from Rogue's room and caught something from Remy about too much noise draining into his room. That struck her as odd until she remembered that his room is two down from Piotr's. She shook her head and began to descend the stairs one at a time. When she reached the bottom she looked around and found no one awake. "Odd, someone's always up and around in this place" she mumbled to herself, then heard the fridge open in the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. She walked down the hallway until she reached the elevator and waited for it to open then shuffled inside, her bare feet thudding softly on the ground. As the doors opened and she began to walk down the hallway of the next level, she could hear the soft lingering noises emitting from the Danger Room. Logan was awake, and she wanted to talk to him. Instead of heading up to the control room like normal, she thought she'd cure her boredom by joining him in the fight so she opened the door and stepped inside just in time to be missed by the large foot of a sentinel. As the huge interactive hologram was about attack him, Jubilee cut in with a nice display of her "fireworks", taking the machine out and causing Wolverine to turn in her direction.

"End Program" He shouted as the holograms flickered out and he stood there staring at her. "What he hell are you doin in here kid? You could have been killed!"

"Not likely considering they were only holograms Wolvie…" She remarked as she leaned against the wall near the door.

"You know I told you to stay out when this place is bein used… 'specially when I'm the one usin it."

"I couldn't sleep and got bored so I thought I'd track you down for company and knew that was the only way to really get your attention."

"Well ya should have gone to the control room like everyone else does…" he growled at her.

"Oh come on Wolvie, I'm fine!"

"Well the last thing I want happen to you is what I did ta Rogue…" He snarled and pushed passed her into the hallway. The stunned and confused look on Jubilee's face told him that she hadn't heard.

"Wh-what did you do to her?"

"Lets just say she wont be talkin' to me for a few days… hell maybe even weeks."

"What happened? Is she alright?"

Logan turned around and the look of the 'concerned father' crossed his face as it almost always did when he talked to Jubes.

"I nearly killed her… and I might have done the same to you in that situation, and I never want that chance to come up Jubes…" He stated as he stepped into the elevator with her behind him and just staring at him in disbelief.

Hank obviously hadn't heard Jean's last remark, or had chosen to ignore it, and had gone back to gathering up his paperwork into an organized pile and setting it aside so he could look over them in the morning. Jean had retrieved the bandaging supplies she needed and was laying them out on the counter when Hank stepped towards her.

"At least let me help you Jean"

"Thanks, I could you your help, these aren't easy to cover on your own."

"I would gather so much from how poorly you seemed to have bandaged them… this morning?"

"Actually it was in the middle of the night, I was terrified I was going to wake someone up." Jean paused as she began to cut square pieces of gauze but feeling the uncomfortable silence grow she tried to change the subject. "So how's Rogue? I see she got to sleep in her own room tonight."

"Yes she did. She wouldn't let me keep her here for observations, she can be rather stubborn at times."

"I think all of us can Hank" she replied. She held a square piece of gauze to one of her sides as Hank applied the tape to its borders.

"I hear you're having nightmares again Jean" a concerned tone crossed his voice as he spoke the words. "I thought the professor worked on that with you.

"It was one nightmare, he did work with me on it, and it's not really any of your concern Hank" Jean stated angrily as she placed the gauze back into its drawer.

"Jean"

"Hank don't, I have enough people bothering me about this, I don't want it from you as well!" she yelled at him.

The look on his face showed her just how deep she'd hurt him. "I'm sorry, I know you're concerned, but you really don't need to be. I'm a big girl Hank, I can take care of myself."

"Jean you're my friend, I care about you and don't like to see you battle things needlessly alone."

"I know Hank" she replied softly and then smiled as he yawned. "Go on up to bed, you look exhausted" he nodded sleepily and turned to leave. He got halfway across the room and stopped.

"Jean?"

"Yeah Hank?"

"Take care of yourself okay?"

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning." With that Hank left the med-lab. Jean finished cleaning up and left shortly after. As she reached the elevator she did a quick mental check on the mansions' status. Everything seemed in order except… Jubilee, she wasn't in her room. Jean narrowed her eyes and mentally searched the premises. She sighed when she finally found the girl; she was with Logan in the danger room. The doors slid open and she stepped out and sighed 'time to sleep' she thought to herself and headed off down the hall.

Jubilee was glad the elevator was quick to take them up two stories to the main level. She didn't like uncomfortable silences, especially with her Wolvie. She didn't know what he'd done to Rogue and after his words to her, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. As the doors opened they both stepped out again and Logan took a few steps towards the kitchen and Jubilee towards the stairs.

"Wolvie?"

"Yeah kid?" he stopped and turned around.

"I- good night" she sighed.

"'night kiddo" he turned and headed back towards the kitchen. Jubilee went up to her room and fell into a tense sleep. Logan opened the fridge and sniffed around, then decided he didn't want anything and closed it. He found that he wasn't really hungry, but tired and he left the kitchen forgoing the elevator and climbed the stairs up to his room. As he turned down the hallway he yawned and caught the different scent on the air. He could smell Jubilee, but he also caught a drift of Jean. He figured she'd gone to check on Jubilee and make sure she was accounted for. He made his way down towards the end of the hallway and opened the door to his room. As he closed the door he noticed that Jean's scent hadn't faded, it had gotten stronger.

"What are ya doin in here Jean?" he questioned

"I need to talk to you Logan" she spoke softly from the back wall of his room "about the other night".

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I've already told ya sorry for hurtin ya, what else do you want from me?"

"That's not the night I'm talking about Logan" she said as she began to cross the room towards him. "You know the night I'm talking about" She whispered as she crossed closer to him.

"What about it?"

"I gather you haven't told Scott" She muttered as they came face to face.

"Now why would I do that darlin?"

Jean nodded her head in a silent 'good' and then brought her hands up to his face and leaned in and kissed him. She felt his hands begin to roam her body as they kissed but when his hands put a slight pressure on her injured sides she had to break the kiss.

"Ow…" she cried softly and backed a few steps away.

"Jean…"

"Logan, I can't do this, I'm sorry"

"I'm not" he took a step towards her but she just backed away again and then started to walk towards the door. She was about to grasp the doorknob when she felt his hand lightly grip her arm.

"Don't leave"

"Logan I have to"

"Why?"

Jean paused. The thought that crossed her mind first was not the one she thought it would be. "Logan please let me go…"

"Why do you have to Jean? Just answer me that." He released his grip on her arm but she didn't move.

"I don't know anymore Logan" She replied as she opened the door and left his room.

Hank stirred in his bed as the beams of sunlight came dancing through the curtains on his window. He opened one eye slightly to see that the face of the bedside clock read 7 am. He pondered sleeping a little bit longer and closed his eye again when the voice of the professor drifted into his mind. Hank, I'd like to see you in my office if I could. Figuring that an extra hour of sleep was out of the question, Hank got up from the bed and headed for the shower. One big problem in living in a house with psychics was that they always knew the exact moment you were awake, especially when you wanted to sleep in. With a still half weary yawn, Hank stepped out of the shower and toweled off before stepping into some clean clothes he'd laid out the night before. As he stepped out into the hallway, closing his door behind him, he took notice of the silence in the hall and all the closed doors. Then it dawned on him that it was Sunday, that's why he'd wanted to sleep in; he knew there wasn't going to be much going on. With a sigh he took the flight of stairs down to the main level and headed off towards Charles' office. His knuckles rapped softly on the door before turning the handle and pushing open the door. He turned around and found Charles' sitting at his desk with the readings from Rouge strewn all around.

"Good morning Hank" He said as he looked up from the paper he was examining.

"Morning Charles"

"I was wondering if you'd like to look over these with me. I would love to get your opinion on some of these readings."

"I'm glad you offered, some of them had me rather confused." He replied as he sat in the chair on the other side of the desk.

"They have me confused as well Hank, I've never seen this kind of brain activity before, it's almost as if…"

"As if there were two people in her head" He finished the statement for him.

"Yes, that's what I was afraid you were going to say. There's something that has been troubling me ever since I ventured into her unconscious mind the other day." Hank nodded awaiting his information. "When I was trying to bring her mind back to into the reality of her situation, I saw something that shouldn't have been there."

"Shouldn't have been there? What do you mean by that?"

"There was something else in her mind, I'm still not clear as to what it could be, but it was a separate entity from Rouge. It came out of the shadows and forced my link to sever before I could probe into what it was."

"Entity? What kind of entity could manifest itself into a person's dreams?"

"I'm not sure yet Hank, but I intend to find out, before it becomes a problem."

"Perhaps we should discuss this with Jean as well, she may have more input into the entity than we can come up with between us."

"Yes, perhaps she can shed a little bit more light on the subject."

Rogue awoke from a very tense sleep feeling the pain in her leg as she tried to move it. She decided to make a comment to Hank about making a cast that's easier to sleep with. As she started to stretch to work out the cramps that always seem to develop in one's sleep, she felt Remy begin to stir. She always thought he slept a little deep, and when he simply mumbled about her moving around and fell back into a soft snore she knew she thought correctly. When she sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling her foot softly off the bed, he finally woke up.

"What time is it?" He grumbled sleepily

"It's 'bout 8 o'clock Sugah" Rogue said through a yawn.

"Why we gotta get up so early?" He asked as he rolled over onto his back the majority of the sheet rolling with him, as he had hogged most of it anyways.

"We don't Remy, but ah caint sleep no more…" She sighed and grabbed her crutches from the floor and used them to brace herself against as she stood up. "Now are ya gonna help me take a bath or do ah have to go get Scott to help meh?" She gave him her most innocent damsel in distress look She saw him pause in thought and look at her, then he replied as he rolled over onto his side and away from her.

"Remy want to go back to sleep chere" he couldn't see the infuriated look on Rogue's face.

"Remy LeBeau… you have two choices. You can either get your lazy Cajun ass outta bed and help me, for which I will love you forever; or you can lay there and sleep but when you get up, yer gonna pack up yer things and sleep alone in yer own bed from now on." It took a moment for the words to register in his mind, but when they did he knew she'd hit him with the ultimate consequence; no sex.

"Alright petite, you win." Remy tossed the covers aside and stood up to stretch. Rogue just had to smile at that, after all in her eyes he had an amazing body, a little skinny, but amazing nonetheless. "You know ever since Hank created dat necklace for you, you seem to win more arguments." He smiled at her as he crossed the room towards her. He actually was thrilled that Hank had refined her collar down to the beautiful necklace she wore often. It made fights with her easier to take when she couldn't throw him through a wall, granted she still threw him into the wall, and it made it possible for them to finally share a bed. "So how 'bout we go take dat bath now?" Rogue smiled at him as he walked into the bathroom and began to run a nice warm bath.

"Ya know, sometimes you make it so hard to be mad at you Remy LeBeau…"

"Oui, but dat is de point non?"

"Sometimes ya can be a real asshole, but ah still love ya sugah" she said as she crutched her way across the room. She saw him smile and blush just a little.

"J'tamie aussie mon chere…" The words rolled off his lips like honey, French always did. Rogue felt goose bumps form all over her body, hearing him speak French had a tendency to do that to her.

"Oh ah love it when ya talk French to me." She cooed as she set down the crutches and hobbled over to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

"Oui, Je savior" his smile grew wider as he watched her eyes twinkle.

"Why Remy LeBeau, ah do believe yer flirtin with me…"

"But of course" He replied as he turned the water off and grabbed the sponge.

"Oh a sponge bath?"

"Oui, a sponge bath…"