Truth Will Set You Free

Author's Note: AH! I had totally forgotten that I had to update this a long time ago! T-T I feel so guilty about making you guys wait for so long! Im so sorry! Here's the next chapter.

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Mondays were always busy. Everyone rushed to get things done. Even though they lived in their school, it seemed that habits were still alive and well. Marie stretched like a cat as she sat on her seat, waiting for Ms. Munroe to teach their history class

St. John eyed her movements, and couldn't help but grin. Since their midnight dip took longer than expected, he had carried her sleeping form to her room. Both of them had no more than a few hours of sleep. But St. John wasn't one to complain.

He opted to sit behind Marie, loving to watch her no matter what the situation.

"Alright, class!" Ms. Munroe said suddenly, entering the classroom. "We have a very important project to finish. It will be worth 20% of you final mark."

St. John ignored the silver-haired woman, and continued to stare at Marie's back. She had been late to wake up, and her bathing suit was still on her. He could still feel the silky softness of her skin, and her intense gaze.

'I can't think of this now...' St. John thought, trying in vain to keep his thoughts clear. Sighing, he gave up, and went back to looking at Marie. Unknown to him, Marie could feel his eyes on her.

She felt uncomfortable sitting next to her boyfriend. Marie knew that something was changing between herself and the pyromaniac sitting behind her, but she denied any thoughts of the change being love.

Before Ms. Munroe could further explain the causes of world war I, the bell rang. Marie was thankful, for once, for the brash, high-pitched sound. She gathered her things in a hurry, and ran towards her room.

Before she could reach the stairs, however, she saw the silhouette of man that she thought would never return. Clasping the tags hanging on her neck, she dropped her books and ran towards the man with a huge smile on her face.

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Logan had been everywhere, searching for a grain of truth about his past. There were so many memories rushing through his mind, that it made him dizzy. Riding Cyclops' motorcycle, he relished in the wind blowing against his body.

The animal in him loved the freedom of the outdoors, but the man in him was in need of the comforts of a warm bed.

'Wonder how the kid is doing?' Logan asked himself.

It was strange to have ties, but it was a strangeness that Logan kind of liked. It was nice to have someone waiting for him. To have a place he could call home... even if it was just a temporary home.

Logan thought of Marie as a sister he never had. She was too old to be his kid, and quite frankly, he couldn't take it if she called him 'dad'. It brought a smile to his face just thinking about the auburn-haired girl.

He reached New York in record time, and grinned at himself, knowing Marie would be surprised to find him home.

Before he reached the doors, it opened, as if by magic. Knowing it was Xavier's work, Logan shook his head, and stood before the door, waiting for a mental welcome... to find a physical welcome instead.

Marie ran towards him, giving him a huge hug. She grinned at him impishly, waiting for him to speak.

"Miss me?" Logan teased.

Marie shook her head. "Nah," she joked, then took his arm in hers, forgetting her books on the floor. "Come on! I got so many things to tell you!"

Logan noticed that she still had gloves on, as well as long sleeves. He growled lightly, wondering why Marie wasn't getting the 'help' that Xavier had promised her.

Sensing his anger, Marie stopped pulling at him, and glanced at him with a worried expression. "Somethin' wrong?" she asked, her southern drawl surfacing with her worry.

Logan shook his head, trying to calm his nerves. *I need to talk to you, Chuck* Logan projected throughout the school, knowing the telepath would surely hear him. Turning back to Marie, he smiled. "It's nothing. I just had a long ride from Saskatchewan."

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Marie couldn't contain her happiness. Her big 'brother' had returned, and he was going to stay. Nothing could burst her bubble. Even the flinches didn't bother her- for now. Logan was back, and Marie could now be herself, even without her gloves.

The thought of human touch made her think of St. John. What would Logan think about their situation... and what would Logan think about her dating Bobby? All of a sudden, her happy mood seemed to damped a bit.

In her state of thought, she didn't realize that St. John had entered the room. Nor did she realize that he was changing- in her presence, until he greeted her.

"Oh, hey Marie. Didn't see you there," he said, blushing a little at his state of dress.

Marie looked up, and diverted her gaze to the book on the desk. "John! How long were you there?" she asked, her face burning with embarassment for both him and herself.

St. John smirked, his embarassment long forgotten, replaced by arrogance. He knew he looked good. He had trained himself to catch women's attention, and he knew that it was a tactic that usually worked.

"Oh, not long," St. John teased, walking towards her, loving the nervous expression on her face. "Whatcha workin' on?"

"Our project," she replied.

St. John smiled, and took off Marie's gloves. He had made up his mind and decided to go for it. 'She may be the only good thing in my life, and I'm not about to let ice-prick take her'. He placed her hand in his, loving the feel of her soft skin.

Marie was tearing up, she knew she shouldn't even have let him take off her leather gloves, but it had been so long since she had contact.

"I love how that sounds, sheila," St. John said. "Ours"

Marie could feel her heart beating erratically, and wondered why Bobby never made her feel that way. She knew St. John was attractive. He was the first one she had paid more attention to the first time she had arrived in the institute. Ever since she was a child, she was fascinated by fire...

'But you always get burned...' she thought.

Their faces were inching towards each other, but a knock interrupted their moment. Marie stood to open the door, and St. John sighed in frustration. Opening the door, Marie found Bobby smiling at her, then his smile turned into a scowl seeing St. John without his shirt on.

"Is he bothering you?" Bobby asked, thinking St. John had been forcing Marie to do something she would not have liked.

Marie shook her head, and invited him in. Bobby sat down on Marie's bed, and watched as she sat down on her desk to read a book.

"John, do you mind?" Bobby snapped, seeing St. John leaning on a cabinet, watching his girlfriend. "I kind of need to talk to Marie."

St. John grinned. "Nah, I don't mind, mate. Go right ahead."

Bobby sighed, " I meant, leave."

"Oh! Sure thing," St. John replied, angering Bobby even more. "I'll see you later, luv."

Marie blushed, hoping Bobby wouldn't see her. It wouldn't do their relationship any good if she was attracted to someone else...

"Rogue,"Bobby started, turning her chair around, to see her face. She placed her book down, and gave him her full attention. "You know I love you, right?"

Marie nodded hesitantly. "Yes... why?"

"I just don't want you to think that I'm doing anything with Misty," he lied, hoping that she would accept his explanation. Taking her gloved hand in his, he placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. "I love you more than life itself, and I would hate it if we broke up..."

Marie smiled, and took her scarf. Placing it over his lips, she gave him a chaste kiss.

"Don't worry, Bobby. I know you love me, and I'm not afraid of that girl taking you away," she said softly. 'I'm just not sure if I can keep myself from Johnny....' she thought sadly.

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Author's Note: gasp!!! ^^ don't worry, its a ryro. Something's bound to happen soon. Which would you like to happen first? 1) A Logan scene or 2) A Kira (Misty) Scene? your choice.