Hey, thanks for all the great reviews. I promise it won't be a Wolverine/Rogue thing. I was never a fan of them, unless they were written well, but those are few and far between. I always saw them having a father/daughter relationship. Besides, he has the hots for Jean anyway, or at least he did.

Disclaimer-I don't own the title. Actually, I don't own the last three or four. Possibly five, but whatever, they're song titles, and the songs sorta relate to the chapter. Except for the last one.

Taste of Ink

John stood watching her from a distance, debating on whether or not to approach her. Her head was slightly bowed and ever so slightly touching the window she was staring out of. He hadn't spoken to her in a couple of days; Rogue was avoiding him like there was no tomorrow.

He sighed, there was no way he could tell what he was feeling if she never told him, then he gets blamed for being and insensitive ass because he didn't try and help. Well, it's probably true. John smirked. Truth be told he had never been the consoling type.

Turning around, he espied Bobby talking to Kitty rather adamantly. They were both grinning, and as Bobby turned around to leave, John distinctly heard the words "So I'll see you at 7," travel to his ears.

"Well, well, you finally got yourself a girl you can touch," John called as Bobby approached him.

"Hey, I think I deserve a little treat after going a several months without a piece of ass."

John snorted, knowing Bobby would never try and push Rogue, or anyone for that matter, more than they would allow. His date with Kitty must have upped his ego. "Dude, even if you could've touched her you would've been too scared."

"I bet I got farther on my first date with Rogue than you'll ever get with Ms. Kitty over there."

"Yeah, you wanna bet?" Bobby grinned, things had been awkward with them ever since his breakup with Rogue, but things seemed to be getting better. At least they could joke with one another.

"I'm willing to put a couple bucks on that."

"You mean you're willing to lose a couple bucks, you can't even touch her withou-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" a voice resonated from behind John.

John whipped around to face a livid Rogue.

"Uh." that was Bobby from behind, echoing John's thoughts.

"Heh, Rogue-I didn't see ya there." John attempted a lighthearted voice. "We-we were just talking about-"

"About me?!" she yelled. "You were talking-betting about Kitty and me!" she spat, looking thoroughly disgusted. "I can't believe you two, talking about us like we were some fucking animals in a race."

"Look, Rogue-Marie, we were just kidding." Bobby's already dissipating smile faltering under Rogue's extinguishing glare. "Really, I swear."

Rogue merely shook her head. "I can't believe this shit." Rogue had pent up a week's worth of frustration and it seemed she had finally found an outlet.

John took advantage of her stunned silence. "Rogue, hear us out, I swear we didn't mean anything by it," staring into her eyes, John noticed a faint shadow of a tear.

"No, hear me out John, I am sick and tired of people talking about me behind my back. And don't pretend to like it's not happening," she added, cutting Bobby off, his mouth open about to deny the accusations. "It's not like I haven't given them enough reason to, but to hear the two people who are supposed to be my friends doing it just really pisses the hell out of me!" she stopped for a second and then started again, not letting them get a word in edgewise. "And another thing, why the hell would you talk about this in the middle of the freaking hallway?! Did you ever stop to thing that maybe someone could overhear you? Seriously, do you guys think? Ever? I mean Christ, I've heard of smarter retards than you two. Dammit, you guys are really something else. I mean- "

"Rogue, knock it off." John interjected. "Look, you're right, we shouldn't've been talking about you and Kitty like that. But you don't have to scream at us like we don't give a fuck about you. Cause we do," he stopped for a moment then- "And it's not our fault that you're powers are going completely schitzo either." John realized a second too late that those weren't the choicest of words he could have used in his situation.

Rogue glared at them, ignoring the now halfway filled hallway of people watching the three of them fight. "I won't tell Kitty," she looked at Bobby, her voice shaking. "But you both better stay the hell away from me," she said wiping the look of momentary relief from Bobby's face.

She started off to her room, the mass of kids parting as she made her way through them fast enough to hide her tears.

A/N-sorry for the language, for those you who aren't used to that kind of talk. It's just, well she was really pissed.