Rock Me

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men: Evolution at all in any way, shape, or form.

AN: This is my first Rogue fic so constructive criticism is allowed, but no people being plain rude.

Thanks to: Everyone who's reviewed so far. I hope you all like the next chapter.

Chapter 18

Adam stared aimlessly into the refrigerator. His brothers bustled about him, making themselves sandwiches. Adam's mind roamed over the contents of the fridge as his mind wandered to Rogue. With a frustrated sigh, he pushed the refrigerator door closed and jumped, startled, when he saw that Jaime stood where the door had been.

He breathed in deeply before releasing the breath and took a look at the young X-man. Jaime was staring, pensively, at Adam. It seemed as though he was thinking about something really important.

"Dude," Adam said once he'd collected himself. "You cannot hide behind the fridge like that. I almost died of a heart attack." He put his hand to his chest to emphasize his point. Blake and Adam, who had been sitting at the table in the kitchen, laughed. Jaime's facial expression didn't change.

"So," he began curiously with a cocked head. "You and Rogue?" Adam felt his face heat up as he flushed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked the young boy. He was aware by now that his brothers were eating more slowly so that they could concentrate on the words exchanged between their brother and Jaime.

"You like Rogue, don't you. I can tell cause you look at her the way Scott looks at Jean and everybody knows he's got it bad for her." Blake snorted into his coke and David choked on a potato chip.

"No, I don't," Adam responded putting an emphasis on the no. "She's just like a…a…"

"Girl you like?" David suggested cheerfully.

"Hottie?" Blake chimed in.

"Shut up!" Adam shouted as Jaime allowed a chuckle to fall from his lips. "Look, I don't like Rogue like that, okay?"

"Why?" Jaime asked with the innocence of a child.

"Because-because-"

"Because he doesn't know that he likes Rogue like that," David said in a loud stage whisper.

"Will you cut that out?" Adam glared at his big brother. "I don't like Rogue like that because we're friends."

"Jean and Scott are friends," Jaime offered.

"That's different."

"How?"

"Dude, stop asking questions. You're making my head hurt." Adam placed both hands on his head and mussed his spiky, brown hair. Jaime laughed.

"You know what I think?" he said to Adam with a grin. Adam sighed again and allowed his hands to fall dejectedly to his sides.

"No. What?" he asked.

"I think you like Rogue, but don't know it yet." Adam shook his head.

'Kid,' he thought sadly. 'Trust me. I know how much Rogue means to me. I just don't know how to tell her.'

"Hey, Adam," Jaime said suddenly, causing Adam to focus on him once more.

"Yeah?"

"You hurt Rogue and you'll see what a hundred of me can do to you," he said this without smiling. Once he'd allowed his threat to sink in he smiled again before turning to leave the kitchen. "Good luck with Rogue." Adam stared, openmouthed at Jaime as he left. Snorting and choking soon caught his attention. He turned to see his brothers, leaning on one another for support as they laughed. David held his stomach while Blake wiped the tears that were forming so quickly in his eyes.


'Enough,' Rogue said wiping away the tears on her face. 'Ah'm not gonna dwell on this forevah. Ah'll learn tuh control mah powah's. Ah'll learn to live without touch.' She closed her eyes as a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," she said tiredly. It was Logan. He stood awkwardly at the door with his hands in his belt loops as he looked around her hospital room.

"I heard you were up," he explained gruffly. "How ya doin', kid?" Rogue smiled slightly. Out of the tights, he wasn't so bad.

"Ah've been better," Rogue admitted. She sighed. "Thanks. Thank ya fur savin meh. Ah know ya didn't have tuh." Logan raised his hands in protest as he became comfortable enough to sit in the chair next to her bed.

"No problem," he told her. "Been lookin' for an excuse tuh lay intuh Magneto and his crowd." Rogue sighed again.

"It seems so wrong," she admitted quietly looking at her ungloved hands. She raised her eyes to Logan slowly. "Mutants fightin' each other. Why can't we just come tugetha? Ah mean, normal people hate us, fear us, and when everyone knows about us, it'll be hell. Why can't we work towards bracing for that day?" Logan shook his head.

"Kid, you're askin' the wrong one. All I can say is that mutants are just like normal people. There're good ones and bad ones. You have to be careful, kid. Not everyone is as good as Chuck or the boys." Rogue raised an eyebrow.

"Chuck?"

"Xavier." Rogue smiled.

"Hey, Logan?"

"Yeah, kid."

"Teach meh, tuh fight lihke you. Ah don't want tuh depend on mah powers so much." Logan nodded.

"Look," he said suddenly. "Ah just wanted ya tuh know that Adam fought for you hard. He'd probably hit me if he knew I was telling you this, but his pigheadedness is buggin me. He likes you, Stripes." Rogue frowned.

"No, he doesn't." Logan shook his head.

"You didn't see him last night. Trust me; no one fights for a girl like that unless they like her."

"Of course he lihkes meh! He's mah friend." Logan shook his head.

"Not like that, Stripes. He likes you as more than a friend and a small part of you knows it." Rogue shook her head in denial.

"Whatever dust you inhaled last night is gettin' tuh ya. Ah'm gonna ignore everything you say about Adam until you go get some rest." Logan shook his head and stood. He placed a hand on Rogue's head without hesitation and ruffled her hair. He didn't notice her flinching, but he did notice the sudden tension in her shoulders. He shrugged it off and headed for the door.

"Stripes," he said on the way out.

"Yeah?"

"Stop worrying. You're not gonna hurt me." Rogue smiled slightly and Logan left the room. "You're not gonna hurt Adam either," he muttered under his breath. He'd been right, Rogue liked Adam, but was scared that she'd hurt him. "Damn kids'll be the death of me."