"Got any fives?"

Glancing at her hand, Rogue frowned and pulled one out, throwing it angrily at the red visored man. "I swear you're cheating."

"Am not! I promise!" To prove his integrity, he crossed his fingers over his heart.

"Hmmppfff."

Adding the set to his mass collection on the floor in front of his lap, Scott went through his hand again. "Got any twos?"

"No. Go fish."

Scott's hand froze over the deck as large fists pounded against the door. "Open up!"

Both of them scrambled hurriedly to their feet, staring at the door in horror, and neither of them moving.

"Come on!" There was no mistake. That was definitely Logan. "I can smell the both of you!" The last three words of the sentence came out in a low, deadly growl.

"Scott," Rogue said quietly, shutting her eyes tightly and hoping this was a dream, "Hold me."

Scott shook his head and backed away from the door. "I think you should open it, Rogue."

"Me?!" she squeaked, but obligingly lifted her hand to the doorknob and drew back the lock. A very angry, livid Wolverine burst through the door, snarling at the both of them. Momentarily, the term 'bull' described him better than wolverine; at least his claws were still fully intact- for now.

"What the hell are you two doing forged away in the closet?" He roared, glaring accusingly at Scott, whose hands flew up in the air in a form of surrender, the cards consequently fluttering to the ground.

"Uh, well, uh..." It was very hard to think while Logan's eyes burned through him like fire.

"We were playing 'Go Fish,'" Rogue said, flashing her cards in front of Logan's face. The smoky hazel eyes followed the cards, and his mouth curled up into a disbelieving snarl.

" 'Go Fish', my ass. How come you guys weren't at the party?"

Despite herself, Rogue snickered. 'Party' wasn't exactly the word she would have used for the 40th birthday of Dr. Jean Grey; more like 'major pain in the ass'. Logan gazed intently at her, narrowing his eyes. Coughing to cover up her laugh, Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "Dunno."

This time a short burst of laughter escaped from Scott's lips, and he covered his mouth to hide it. "Sorry," he mumbled, forcing down a grin. Rogue's chocolate brown eyes rose to meets Scott's ruby red visor, and they both burst out laughing uncontrollably. Yes; they were insane, and presently going to die.

Logan snarled all the more, which was something only the Wolverine could pull off. "What's so funny?" he said, his voice going deeper and more threatening. His tone shut the giggling duo up immediately.

"Nothing," Scott muttered, his ear twitching.

"Nothing," Rogue echoed, playing with the two white strands in her hair.

There was a very long silence, then Logan just growled at them, pushing Scott out the door. "Get out, Cyclops!" Then, glaring pointedly at Rogue, he jerked his head toward the door. "You too, kid."

Scowling, Rogue brushed past him, immensely disappointed and somewhat shaken. Not only had she been found out, but she'd been found out by Logan. Now, she had to get a new hiding place.

"Jeannie," Logan said, flicking the remote across the room in disgust.

"Hmmm?" Without looking up from her papers, the red-head patted Logan lightly on the arm.

"Have you noticed something going on between..." he stopped, suddenly feeling a bit silly. He'd been keeping an eye out for those two ever since he'd caught them together playing 'go fish' in the closet, and now it seemed like whenever he turned a corner, there they were -together.

Jean sighed, looking up from her papers finally, and raised her thinly plucked eyebrows at him. "Between....?"

"RogueandOne-Eye," he mumbled, staring blankly at the t.v. screen, where a couple in the latest soap opera argued about whose long-lost twin sister/brother had risen from the dead, and slept with the other. Crap. He didn't know which was worse; the fact that he couldn't find the remote he'd just disposed of, or that Scott and Rogue might possibly become an "item." Logan shuddered. Yep. The latter was definitely worse.

"Rogue... and Scott?"

Jean was stunned speechless, her hands frozen over the papers in her lap. Hell, Logan had expected her to laugh in face, not drain of color. Wait a second--- did she......?

"You're not bothered by that are you?" He asked, taking care to examine her expression. She better not be pining after that one-eyed laser beam when she had the Wolverine sitting right next to her!

"Uhh, bothered by it? W- Why would I? That's absolutely ridiculous, Logan. Just because I was in love with Scott for the total of four years, and wanted to marry him, doesn't mean I'm still hung up over him. And, I honestly couldn't care less if he's showing an interest in that little white-streaked, thin, twenty years younger girl. Besides, even if they did get together, it wouldn't last, would it? After all, Scott's like ten years older than she is, and he'd get tired of her soon, right? Rogue's like- not his type anyway. I mean, it's not like I still stay up in the middle of the night still thinking of him while you're lying next to me, because that would just be wrong- wrong! And, I never stare at him across the room when he walks through the door. And, no- I was not disappointed when he didn't show up at my birthday, when you found out he'd been hiding in the closet for about two hours with ROGUE! Why would I be bothered by it, Logan? I love you and only you."

Logan narrowed his eyes. Just as she'd spoken the last sentence, Scott had walked in. And, not only was that the reason she'd stopped talking (thank god), but when she'd said the 'I love you' part (Logan had been waiting quite a while for her to get there), she'd been staring at Cyclops.

Dammit, I need a cigar.

Reaching into his back pocket, Logan pulled one out and lit it, all the while killing Scott with his piercing 'I hate you' glare.

A 'who-me?' expression crossed the clueless man's face, but he just shrugged it off. "Have you guys seen Rogue by any chance?!"

"Gaaaaaaaaaaah!!" Jean's screech caused both Logan and Scott to cringe as the telepath ran from the room, her hands balled up into fists.

Staring after her, Scott shuddered and then turned to blink at Logan. "What's her deal?"

Logan ignored him as the cigar smoke pouring through his nose relaxed his tense nerves slightly. Good. Now, he had a reason to break up with her. He should've known that relationship wouldn't last; Jean was too clingy. Ever since he'd gotten her that damn bracelet, Jean had been nagging him. He'd be just sitting there innocently watching a hockey game, and she would sidle up to him, whispering in his ear, 'Logan, I love you.', 'Logan, do you want to get an apartment together?', 'Logan, you have the most beautiful eyes,', 'Logan, do you want to settle down?' 'Logan, let's make a commitment,' 'Logan, let's get married!' or 'Logan, are you even listening to me?'

Seriously. The woman had been giving him nightmares. He should have just bought her that damn Goofy pin.