A/N: I want to thank all of you for your reviews! It means the world to me, you have no idea. I was extremely self-conscience about this story because it was something different for me. So, again, thank you all! Special thanks to JayJay015 for the song suggestion. I was looking for a song for that but I couldn't find one that I thought fit very well. And that one fits perfectly. So, thank you for giving me that, you saved me loads of time. :)

And if anyone else has an epiphany for this story while listening to music, just let me know. Alright, now, on with the show! I hope you like it, I had a hard time writing it, especially at the end.

The Girl in My Mirror

(by: Britney Spears)

Rogue rested her body against the frame of the window, her arms crossed in front of her, as she stared out to the garage. She could see Logan arguing with Scott over something, and she had a pretty good feeling it had to do with her. She sighed as she averted her eyes to the never-ending trees ahead of her; she right away noticed her reflection more than she had the trees and the way the moonlight hit her, the window could almost be a mirror. She could make out every little detail of her face. Especially the tear trails on her blushed cheeks.

She released another sigh as she once again focused her attention more on her reflection. She could see the sadness and pain in her eyes. God, there was so much of it she was surprised she hadn't died from a broken heart. Yeah. She had Logan. But not completely. She was sharing him. And it hurt. She loved Logan with all of her heart, but it was tearing her up inside. Out of all the times she imagined finally being with him, it wasn't secret. She could tell her friends; she could tell anybody. Now, the only person who knew besides her and Logan, was Scott. And she hadn't meant to tell him, but it was all too much for her. She couldn't lie to Scott. They had become very close since Jean died. He became her best friend after Logan started ignoring her. He could see how much she hurt and she was grateful for it. He was a shoulder for her to cry on and he spent the wedding day with her instead of actually going. Though she knew he wouldn't have gone even if they weren't friends. Face it. Logan and Scott weren't really considered buddies. Far from it. Mortal enemies to be more precise.

She watched her tear's reflection in the window as her thoughts carried her deeper and deeper into what she was doing with Logan. And how he made her feel. She didn't want to be doing this, but she didn't want to make the mistake again of letting him pass by as she had done before. But she hadn't realized how much it would hurt. She didn't recognize the girl staring back at her, she could barely remember a time where she was truly happy. She guessed it was when she first met Logan. Or maybe it was on Liberty Island. No, that wasn't it. Cause soon after he had left her. Though she knew in her heart he'd be back. It had to have been when she met him. When he took her in when, if she were anyone else, he would have left them there on the snowy road. That's when it happened. That's when she fell for him. She hadn't known it at the time, but now that she looked back on it, there was no doubt in her mind. She thought it happened on Liberty Island, but no, that's just where it grew stronger.

There's a girl in my mirror

I wonder who she is

Sometimes I think I know her

Sometimes I really wish I did

There's a story in her eyes

Lullabies and goodbyes

When she's lookin' back at me

I can tell her heart is broken easily

Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention and she looked back at the garage just in time to see Logan head back to the mansion. She couldn't see his face but she could tell by the way he walked and how his hands were clenched in fists that he wasn't happy. She allowed more tears to fall at what Scott had told him. There could have only been one thing they were talking about in order for Logan to get like that. Her. Her and Logan. Even though it was Scott and he tended to grate on Logan's nerves, he never really got under his skin unless it were serious. And, according to Logan, their relationship was serious. But she wasn't so sure. How could an affair be considered serious? Especially to Logan. Yeah, they loved each other, but that didn't give them the right to call their relationship serious. Logan and Sherri were considered serious. They were married after all. That's about as serious as anyone can get.

She released a small, sarcastic laugh while shaking her head and looking at her feet that rested on the carpeted floor below. She slowly looked back into the eyes in the window and wished there was something, anything to fill those pained eyes with joy again. No matter how long she stared at the girl in front of her, she still couldn't find a trace of what used to be. Both Marie and Rogue were dying, and it was all because of the feelings that grew in her heart for a man who wasn't and, would never fully be, hers. She angrily wiped the tears that were falling fast down her face, ashamed for allowing her emotions to get the better of her. She slowly raised a shaky hand to the glass and touched the reflection of her cheek, the glass cold against her warm skin. She followed the trail of the tears with her finger and gave her reflection a reassuring smile, getting one in return. The smile slowly faded as she placed her arm back across her chest, bumping her head against the frame while closing her eyes. These past few days had been exhausting for her, and she just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again. Things would be easier that way. Better. She wouldn't have to deal with all of this.

She slowly opened her eyes to be welcomed by droplets of rain smacking against her window, the ryhthmic sound slightly soothing her restless soul and her aching heart. She allowed a smile to form on her face as she listened to the soft patter of the rain. She had always loved the rain. Especially the sound of it at night when she'd go to sleep. To her it was relaxing and it was the best sound she had ever heard. She remembered her Momma told her it was because when she was pregnant with her it rained almost once a week. She knew the story was just to make her feel special and that it wasn't true. But as she had seen in a movie before called Secondhand Lions, and she liked to stick to this quote, just because something ain't true doesn't mean you can't believe it's true. She smiled as she thought about that quote and wished it would work on the situation she was in now. She wished she could believe the truth was her and Logan were together, without the affair and without Sherri being in the picture. But she knew it wouldn't help her here. No matter how much she wished it did.

Cause the girl in my mirror

Is cryin' out tonight

And there's nothing I can tell her

To make her feel alright

Oh, the girl in my mirror

Is crying cause of you

And I wish there was something

Something I could do

Rogue's thoughts wandered back to her friendship with Scott. She felt slightly relieved that he knew what was going on between her and Logan. Maybe she could get some advice from him. But she already knew what it would be. End it. End it now before people got hurt. Especially her. He was protective of her, sometimes it seemed more so than Logan used to be. A smile formed on her face when she remembered a time where she went out on a date and Scott practically interrogated the poor guy. Striking fear into his heart. Scott had told her he just wanted what was best for her. She joked around with him by calling him Dad and he warned her not to call him that again or she was gonna get it, causing her to laugh in return. He always gave her empty threats, but she always gave him a reason to. He also made her promise to call him so he could pick her up at her school when she stayed a little later than planned. He didn't want her walking a dark empty street to the bus alone. Again, she was grateful. She didn't know what she'd do without him. Probably go nuts with all that was going on.

She looked back at her reflection and could see fear sharing those eyes with pain and sadness. Fear that she might get caught having an affair with Logan. Fear that this won't last forever. Fear that she would lose Logan in the end. And the fear of being completely alone. Even though she already felt alone, even though she had a great friend and Logan supposedly loved her, she had never in her life felt more alone. Maybe it was because she had this huge secret and couldn't tell another soul without the risk of them telling someone what was going on. She looked back down at the garage and released a small gasp when she noticed Scott was looking up at her; giving her an eerie feeling. Although she knew there was no reason for it, with the person being Scott and all, but it still gave her the feeling nonetheless.

She slowly raised her hand in a wave and got one in return before she turned away from the window to her bed. Sleep. She needed sleep so she could think better. Sleepiness never did help with that and her eyelids were starting to feel like weights. She walked into the bathroom to change into her pajamas and brush her teeth and that was where she saw her face a little clearer. The window gave pity on her, making her look less miserable than she really was. But the mirror. The mirror told her the truth of what lied behind those brown eyes. And she didn't like it. Her eyes showed her love, loss, pain, anger, and sadness. All mixed as one. She kept her eyes off her reflection as she brushed her teeth. Once she was done she hurried out of the bathroom and slowly climbed into her empty bed. She longed to feel arms around her and hold her close. Preferably Logan's, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. At least not tonight.

If I could I would tell her

Not to be afraid

The pain that she's feeling

The sense of loneliness will fade

So dry your tears and rest assured

Love will find you like before

When she's looking back at me

I know nothing really works that easily

She stared at the ceiling as she thought about the look in her reflection. Did she always look like that? Now that her and Logan were having an affair, was it obvious how she was feeling? If that were so, then she was going to have to do something and quick before someone figured her out. She blamed Logan fully for how she was feeling. She had tried to fight her feelings and him but he was a persistent bastard. And it was so difficult to resist that man. What with the way he smelled, cigars and a little bit of leather from that jacket he wore; the way he looked, you could tell he was a man who thrived for danger; and last but not least the way he looked at her; a look of love, lust, want and need. It was too much for her and extremely difficult for her to resist. Oh, and can't forget the feel of his muscles and his strong arms holding her close and tight against him. Yeah. That was nice. No, Rogue! Bad, Rogue! Get your mind out of the gutter!

She rolled over onto her stomach and screamed into the pillow after the thoughts of her being with him crossed her mind. She couldn't being thinking like that. She just couldn't. She had to concentrate on what she was going to do. If anything. Again, maybe she should ask Scott for some advice. Maybe he could help clear her head a little. At least enough so she could think straight. Yeah, that's what she would do, she'd ask her best friend. Plus, she was sure she'd need to cry and in return get a little comfort, and his shoulder was just perfect for the job. No application required. Yeah she gave Scott crap for being uptight but only in a loving and joking matter. He teased her about things too. He still wouldn't let her live down the time on her 21st birthday when she went out with him and some other friends to drink and how she had just one shot too many and ended up giving him a lap dance. He would constantly and randomly ask for another and she would just blush and find a rock to hide under. She still couldn't believe she had done that. That was definitely not like her. But then again alcohol did do weird things to people. She was just glad to find out she was a frisky drunk and not a mean one. Though she still couldn't figure out which was worse.

She rolled over onto her side, facing the window that once held her reflection, and squeezed her pillow tight to her and allowed more tears to fall and soak through the white cotton fabric of the pillow. This was not at all how she imagined her time with Logan to be. Not even in the slightest. She imagined being happy and so in love it made her glow. Instead she was extremely depressed and she was nothing more than a slight dim, the light in her slowly fading to black.

Cause the girl in my mirror

Is crying out tonight

And there's nothing I can tell her

To make her feel alright

Oh, the girl in my mirror

Is crying cause of you

And I wish there was something

I wish there was something

Oh, I wish there was something

I could do

She allowed her eyes to close shut as she listened to the constant patter of the rain against her window, sighing as the sound relaxed her. Thankful for the release of tension in her muscles, and began to welcome the emptiness sleep usually gave her. Hoping being hope that tonight would be nothing but darkness. She didn't want to dream about anything, more accurately, dream about her and Logan. That was the last thing she wanted. Her mind showing her things she couldn't have. Things that were only arms length but never reachable. That was the way she felt from the moment she met the man. She couldn't touch him then because of her skin and the fear of telling him her feelings and now because he belonged to another. What Logan was doing, was ripping her heart out and stomping on it before placing it back again, only to repeat it. By now her heart had to be nothing but mush. Not broken. No. Because a broken heart could be put back together. A puddle could not. And that's exactly what her heart was becoming. Nothing but a puddle.

As she drifted off to sleep, her mind wandered back once more to the face in the window and seeing it was her was almost beyond belief. She hadn't thought it was possible for her, or anyone for that matter, to become so lost in pain and sadness. But apparently she proved herself wrong. Her theory now shattered. Again, the happy-go-lucky girl was gone and dead. And most likely to never be seen again. It would take a miracle for her to come back. Maybe more.

I can't believe it's what I see

That the girl in the mirror

The girl in the mirror

Is me

I can't believe what I see, oh

The girl in my mirror

The girl in my mirror

Is me

Oh, is me

Rogue was almost asleep when a soft knock sounded at her door. Debating on whether to answer it or ignore it she turned to look at her dark, closed door which hid who stood behind it. Deciding on the latter, she rolled back on her side and closed her eyes. She figured it was Logan and she couldn't imagine being able to deal with him at the moment. She was too emotional and she didn't want anybody to see her like she was. And Logan was no exception. She was too lost in thought and sliping into sleep to hear the sound of her door opening. As she slipped further and further away from reality, she barely noticed the movement on her bed as someone slipped in beside her, lifting her covers in the process.

She mumbled something incoherent when she felt a warm strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer to them. She cuddled closer to her pillow and placed her own arm around the one around her waist, sighing in contentment. She heard whispering and, because of the lack of conciousness, couldn't place who it belonged to. Finally, giving in to the sleep that threatened to take her, she fully relaxed and drifted away to the darkness she hoped for.

Cause the girl in my mirror

Is crying out tonight

And there's nothing I can tell her

To make her feel alright

Oh, the girl in my mirror

Is crying cause of you

And I wish there was something

I wish there was something

Oh, I wish there was something

I could do