A/N: Thanks again for all of your reviews. It means the world to me. I had no idea I'd get so many readers for this story. You all make feel good about it, thank you. And, sorry for taking so long with this one, I've been busy watching a sick nephew. :( But during his naps I've been able to write. Well, anyway, here you are. And sorry if it's so short. Apparently when I tried writing, my muse went on vacation. Damn muse. Anyway, on with the story. I hope you like.

Tomorrow

(by: Avril Lavigne)

Rogue woke up the next morning, her eyes feeling swollen and her nose stuffy. She also had a pounding headache piercing through her skull. She released a small moan as she put a hand to her head. God, it felt like she had a massive hangover. She rolled over onto her back, smacking something with her elbow in the process. Causing it to move. She turned her head to look and her eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets from the sight. A bare chested Scott. What was a bare chested Scott doing in her room? Or in her bed for that matter? Did something happen last night that she couldn't remember? Oh, this wasn't good. What was she supposed to do now? Should she wake him? No, sneak out of the room. Yeah that's what she would do. She slowly slipped out of the bed; careful not to move it too much in fear of waking him, and started heading to the bathroom where she could change. Cause there was no way she was leaving in her pajamas.

"Where're you going?" She heard Scott ask. Damn, not quick enough.

She quickly turned around to face him with a smile planted on her face. "Scott! You're awake!"

"Been awake for some time actually. So, where are you going?" He asked her again. Damn those glasses.

"Bathroom." She answered with a point to the bathroom door with her thumb.

"Come back to bed." He demanded and her smile faltered.

"Scott. Did we... I mean, did I..."

"Rogue. Calm down. No, nothing happened. I came in here after you fell asleep." Scott answered, laughing at her slightly. She was cute when she was nervous.

"Why?" Rogue asked as she walked up to the bed and sat down next to Scott.

"Rogue," Scott started, grabbing her hand in his, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you. But I was afraid."

"Scott. What is it? You know you can tell me anything." Rogue assured him.

"I know. But this is different." Scott said as he licked his lips. Rogue just looked at him with her brown eyes as she waited for him to elaborate.

"Rogue, I... God, I..." Scott stammered.

"Scott just..." Before Rogue could finish the sentence, she found her lips on Scott's. She blinked her eyes a few times in disbelief before closing them completely in satisfaction. She released a small moan as Scott pulled her closer. The kiss was ended sooner than Rogue would have liked but Scott needed to look at her. To see what was in her eyes.

"Scott. Wh... what... I mean... that was..." Rogue stammered as she licked her lips. The taste of Scott still lingering.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just...I love you, Rogue. I have for awhile now, I just didn't know how to tell you."

"Y... you love me?" Rogue asked in shock.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." Scott said with a slight head nod.

"Scott I don't know what to say." Rogue replied as she got up; running a hand through her long brown hair.

"I love you, too, is a good start." Scott replied, his heart beating faster.

"Scott. I don't know. I don't think... God, it's too much." Rogue said with a sigh. This was the last thing she needed right now. She already had enough to deal with, she didn't need to hear Scott tell her he loved her.

And I wanna believe you

When you tell me

That it'll be okay

Yeah, I try to believe you

But I don't

"Rogue, look. I know this was probably one of the worst times I could've told you. But I had to. It's been on my mind every day and night. Hell, you've been on my mind. All I can think about is you." Scott said as he got up out of the bed and stood behind her; placing his hands on her upper arms.

"Scott. It's just too much for me to take in right now. Plus, this thing with Logan..."

"Leave him, Rogue. He doesn't deserve you. Nothing will be okay until this thing between you and him is ended. And only you can do it. No one else can." Scott replied.

"Scott, it's not that easy. I love him. I'm sorry, but I do. I've loved him for years, and now that I finally have him, I'm afraid to let him go. I know it's crazy. I do. But it scares me seeing my life without him in it." Rogue replied, for once thankful for the sunglasses on Scott's face. Not wanting to see what his eyes showed.

"Rogue, you deserve so much more than what he's giving you."

"I don't care about what I deserve! All I care about is being with him. It's hurts when I'm not around him."

"And, let me guess, it hurts when you are?"

Rogue stared up at him, tears in her eyes, not real sure how to answer his question. She didn't want to hurt him anymore than she already had.

"It's okay. You don't have to answer that. I know how you feel." Scott said when she didn't say anything.

"Scott..." Rogue started but stopped when Scott shook his head.

"No. Don't. I don't think I can listen to this anymore." Scott said as he walked to the door.

"Scott. Wait!" Rogue exclaimed, afraid that if he walked out that door she would lose the friendship she had built with him.

"No, Rogue! I love you, but all you can do is rub Logan in my face more! I can't do it!" Scott exclaimed; surprising Rogue in the process.

"I don't want to lose you over this." Rogue whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks; Scott turned to face her and the anger on his face suddenly turned to sympathy. "I can't lose you." Rogue finished as she allowed Scott to pull her into his arms; holding her tight.

When you say that it's gonna be

It always turns out to be a different way

I try to believe you

Not today, today, today, today, today

After a few moments of her in his arms, listening to her small cries, he lifted her head to look at him and his heart nearly broke at the sight. There was hardly anything left of the girl he once knew. She was dying inside and it was a painful sight to see. And apparently he was the only one who could see it. Logan was too pig headed and selfish to notice for himself what was happening to her. He had to get her out of the situation she was in. And soon.

"I'm sorry." She whispered and he shook his head to silence her; allowing a small, reassuring smile to spread across his face.

"Don't be. I'm sorry. I know how difficult all this is. And I was just thinking about what I wanted and not what you needed." Scott replied.

"Scott. I do love you. But, I know, not in the way you'd like. I just... I don't know anymore what I feel. Or even how I'll feel. Every night when I go to bed, I hope to wake up the next day feeling the way I used to when I first came to this school and started making some friends. I was a happy, carefree, teenage girl. But, then again, I guess I'm no longer a teenager, huh?" Rogue said the last word with a laugh.

"Most definitely not." Scott agreed as he looked her up and down.

"Scott!" Rogue exclaimed in surprise at his actions.

"What? You're beautiful." Scott replied with a mischievious smile.

"Scott. Don't." Rogue pleaded when she saw the smile.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything." Scott assured her.

Rogue smiled at him in appreciation. He was always sweet to her and now, looking back on it, there were things he did to show her he loved her. She was just too lost in her feelings for Logan to notice them. He would by her gifts for no special occasion and would take her to beautiful places just because he felt like it. She needed a mental kick, stat!

"Scott, I'm so sorry." Rogue apologized once the realization dawned on her.

"For what?" Scott asked confused.

"For not noticing before. All the things you did to show me you loved me. But I was too blind and stupid to notice. I thought you were just being a wondeful friend. But you were trying to be more."

"Don't be sorry. I wasn't expecting you to notice. I did those things because I love you. Whether at the time you knew it or not. Just to see the sparkle in your eye, or the skip in you step was enough for me."

"I have a skip in my step?" Rogue turned the serious conversation to a joking one.

"Well, okay, maybe not literally." Scott answered with a smirk.

"Good, cause then I'd be paranoid. I was never a great skipper. I always looked like I was limping." Rogue confessed to the time when she first attempted skipping when she was a kid.

"Well, that'd be a sight to see." Scott joked.

"Shut up, Scott." Rogue playfully shoved him; Scott grabbed her arm in the process and pulled her close to him.

Both of their smiles faltered as they looked at each other, their breathing becoming shallower and faster. Scott lifted his other hand to where it clasped her free arm, pulling her even closer to him. Rogue felt her heart rate speed up and her mouth became increasingly dry. Her stomach turned into knots and butterflies fluttered around those knots. She couldn't being feeling this way. It was Scott, her best friend since Logan abandoned her. She didn't want to risk their friendship. Scott bowed his head and started to close the distance between them.

I don't know how I'll feel

Tomorrow, tomorrow

And I don't know what to say

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Is a different day

Tomorrow

Rogue placed a gentle hand on his chest and lightly shoved as she shook her head in protest. She looked sorrowfully up at him and though she couldn't see his eyes; she knew they held pain. Pain from rejection.

"Scott I'm sorry. I... I can't do this. I want to. Don't get me wrong, I do. But... I need some time to think. T... to sort things out." Rogue explained and was relieved to see a smile form on his face.

"Okay." Was all the response she got from him before he turned around to leave.

"Scott! Wait!" Rogue exclaimed. Scott once again stopped at the door before turning to look at her.

"Are you mad?" She then asked; the feeling of fear growing stronger.

Scott looked up at the ceiling, inhaled deeply, and looked back at her. They just stared at one another before he finally spoke, "no, Rogue, I'm not. Not at you. I'm upset with the situation." She smiled at him before he finally turned and left the room.

As soon as her door closed behind him her smile quickly vanished; turning into a frown. That wasn't the answer she was hoping for. She hoped he would understand the whole thing. She didn't want to just up and leave Logan. She loved him. And he loved her. She couldn't do that to him. No matter what she deserved. Logan deserved so much more than she did. He had a hard and trying life. But then again, the situation he was giving her was almost just as bad. Maybe Scott was right. Maybe she should leave him. Afterall, what future could they possibly have together? He was married, for cyring out loud. And there was no way she was going to allow him to leave Sherri for her. That was out of the question.

It's always been up to you

It's turning around it's up to me

I'm gonna do what I have to do

Just don't

Give me a little time

Leave me alone a little while

Maybe it's not too late

Not today, today, today, today, today

As soon as Scott walked out the door he came face to face with the one person he did not want to see that day. Logan. He sent the Wolverine a glare behind his red shades and got one in return.

"Scooter. What are you doing here?" Logan asked; getting extremely suspicious of finding a shirtless Scott come out of Marie's room.

"Visiting with Rogue. What are you doing here?" Scott echoed.

"Same. But at least I'm fully clothed." Logan shot back.

"Oh. For how long?"

"Watch it, bub." Logan spoke through clenched teeth as he held back his claws.

"Don't worry, Logan. I didn't do anything with her." Scott said as he walked around Logan, "no matter how much I'd have liked to." He finished with barely a whisper.

"What?" Logan asked, not sure he heard him right.

"I said I know how you wouldn't like that." Scott lied before walking away. His anger rising.

Logan glared at the retreating form before him; the wheels in his head turning as he wondered what went on between Marie and Scott. Before he could go too deep in thought, he pulled himself out and turned to knock on the door of Marie's room.

I don't know how I'll feel

Tomorrow, tomorrow

And I don't know what to say

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Is a different day

Rogue pulled open a couple drawers from her dresser and started to pick out the clothes she would wear that day. It was a fairly warm day out so she decided on something light. She was so happy about her skin being under control, she didn't have to wear numerous layers and amounts of clothing on hot days anymore. She could wear what ever she wanted. And show lots of skin. She smiled as she pulled out a pine green spaghetti strap tank top and a white thigh lenght skirt; setting them neatly on her dresser as she walked over to make her bed.

She fluffed her pillows and pulled the covers up and smoothed out the wrinkles before walking back to her dresser to grab her clothes. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Setting the clothes on the bathroom counter, she walked to the tub and turned on the steaming hot water; stripping down and stepping under the spray. She sighed in relief as the hot water prickled her skin and massaged it at the same time.

Oh, how she needed this. She couldn't remember the last time she had relaxed. Fully relaxed. Probably before Logan had returned with Sherri. Ever since his return she had always been tense. Especially when she saw the couple together. Her muscles would automatically tighten under her skin and she would find herself digging her nails into her palms. Yep. She definitely had some of Logan left in her.

Once she was done with the washing and rinsing of her hair and body; she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel out of the cupboard by the counter. As she went to grab her clothes, she sighed in frustration as she realized she forgot her under garments.

Wrapping the towel around her body and grabbing the perspirated covered handle of the bathroom door; she swung it open and stormed out of the bathroom, stopping mid step at who she found waiting on her bed.

Hey, yeah, yeah

Hey yeah, yeah

And I know I'm not ready

Hey, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah

Maybe tomorrow

Hey, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah

And I know I'm not ready

Hey, yeah, yeah

Hey yeah, yeah

Maybe tomorrow

"Logan? What are you..."

"Waiting for you. You look good." Logan answered with a raised eyebrow and a predatory smirk on his face.

"No. You need to get out." Rogue replied as she gripped the towel around her tighter.

"Why in such a hurry for me to leave?" Logan asked as he got up out of the bed.

"First of all, I'm not dressed. And second. It's morning. Where's Sherri?" Rogue answered, backing away from Logan as he stepped closer.

"Shopping with Ororo. No worries." Logan replied.

"No. Plenty of worries. There are more people in this mansion, Logan." Rogue was starting to panic. She knew that look. She had always known that look. He used to give it to Jean all the time.

"But their oblivious, Marie." Logan replied.

"Logan, please, don't." Rogue begged and released a small gasp when she found her back against the wall. Trapped. Just like prey.

Logan's smile grew when he knew he had her; placing his hands on either side of her he bent his head down and pressed his lips passionately to hers and pressed his body against hers. Rogue, forgetting about everything else, wrapped her arms around his neck; yearing for more of him.

With a low growl, Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up away from the wall; only to throw her on the bed. Causing her to giggle in return. She squealed as he jumped in with her, only to find his hands exploring her. She was lost from all thought as his lips found hers again, bring her nothing but bliss.

And I wanna believe you

When you tell me that it'll be okay

Yeah, I try to believe you

Not today, today, today, today, today

Tomorrow it may change

Tomorrow it may change

Tomorrow it may change

Tomorrow it may change

Tomorrow it may change

Tomorrow it may change