Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Rating: R - (or whatever the equivalency is now for that) for language, Rogue and Logan have filthy mouths.
Feedback: Yes, please. To any of you that read but don't review, may barbarians invade your personal space!
Sad Excuse: When I was writing chapter one, I had the entire plot for this outlined. Everything was setup and ready to play out. Unfortunately during chapter two, Rogue would not cooperate, thus sending the entire plot to hell. I am trying to undo the damage she has done, but it is proving to be a major headache. So from here on (or until I can beat her into submission) all problems with this story fall on Rogue's shoulders. That's right baby doll, it's all your fault so deal with your own damn insanity and get off my back!

To Hank and Jean, Rogue appeared to be sleeping. In reality, Rogue was having a discussion with her new house guest. It was quite different than after a typical absorption, different even than Ms. Marvel's absorption had been.

"You do realize that you have to snap out of this right now? They think you've gone bat-shit-crazy."

"I think I've gone crazy. I killed - no I murdered you!" Rogue paced back and forth across the grass. "And why aren't you normal! I can't access your memories or feelings or anything. It's like you really are a separate person who lives in my head! Why are you so weird?"

"I prefer to think of myself as special. And I think I really am living in your head. I don't know how this normally works for you but, I think I'm really me and not you."

"See, that's just it. You should be at least some of me. You should be angry, violent and trying to take over my body! Why aren't you?"

"I can't do anything with your body. So I'm not sure how that usually works. I think I'm just a passenger along for the ride. But we can deal with all of that later. You need to get past this whole crazy thing and get moving on. I don't want to live in here if you're locked away in some institution for nutballs. That's not going to be any fun at all."

"I don't even know your name. I don't know anything about you. I can't access anything!"

"Yeah, I think we covered that already. That falls under separate person living in your head. And you can just call me Stud." Rogue shot him a dirty look. "Okay, you seem to have lost your sense of humor. Please tell me you do have a sense of humor and that little chat we had before I took up residence here was not a fluke."

"I have a sense of humor, I just don't think there is anything humorous about this situation. I'm a murderer and I don't even know my victim's name!"

"My name's Earl, and - "

"Earl? Earl! I have an Earl living in my head. Nuh-uh. We'll go with Stud. Geez, Earl." Rogue's lips curled in disgust.

"Told you. And as for the whole 'murderer' thing. Will you get over it already. I was fully planning on killing you. No qualms about it. It was either you or me. I think this worked out great! You live, I live in your head...we both get to live for awhile longer. And I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to shower time. You wouldn't happen to have a full-length mirror in the shower would you?" Stud wiggled his eyebrows lecherously.

"Good god, I've got a pervert living in my head. I killed you and all you can think about is seeing me in the shower."

"No, I really like the idea of you relieving sexual tension. You don't have a mirror above your bed do you? Because I think you owe me at least that much."

"I KILLED YOU!" Rogue actually pulled at her hair.

"Yes, we covered that. You alive out there. Me alive up here. Everyone wins. Can we get back to the mirrors? Because I really think we should buy some."

"You really don't care that I killed you, do you?"

"Covered already. I think this worked out rather well. Now, stay on topic. We really need a mirror on both ends of the shower so I can get a full view of -"

"That's it. I'm gonna go deal with the outside world. I'll talk to you later." Rogue gave a frustrated sigh.

Logan, Professor, she's awake. And she's insisting on leaving the lab. Please hurry. Logan headed for the lab as soon as he received Jean's message.

Rogue was changing out of the hospital gown and into a pair of sweats she'd liberated from the supply closet when Logan entered the lab, the professor following behind. "Hey, kid. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Just wanna go get something to eat." Rogue sighed.

"Scott is bringing you down something to eat." Jean spoke gently, not wanting to agitate Rogue. "I think it would be better if you just rested here for a bit."

Logan approached Marie to help her back to the bed. He stopped in mid stride. Something was off. Something just didn't smell right. It was Marie. Or rather it wasn't Marie. She smelled like Marie, yet she didn't. She smelled like Marie mixed with something else. The smell made Logan uncomfortable.

"I'm fine! I love that you care so much, but I'm really fine. I just want to get something to eat."

"Just get in the bed and let Scooter bring you something to eat." Logan barked. All heads swiveled in his direction. They had never heard him use that tone with Rogue before. In fact, they'd never heard Logan use that tone at all. It wasn't annoyance or anger, it certainly wasn't the tone he normally used with her.

"Yes, well, perhaps we should have Jean run a few more tests before you leave the lab." Xavier was looking questioningly at Logan. Logan didn't notice. He hadn't taken his eyes off Rogue. His stance was almost battle-ready.

"From what my arms feel like, I'd say Jean has enough of my fluids to keep her busy for the next month."

"Just let Jeannie run the tests." He hated the hurt look in Marie's eyes. He forced himself to speak in a calmer tone. "Look, kid, we're all a little worried. You weren't exactly the picture of health, mental or otherwise, after that thing happened."

"That 'thing' being me killing Stud, right? I'm fine. We worked it out. I'm fine." Rogue turned to look at the professor. "Would it be okay if I bought a couple of mirrors?"

Xavier was taken off guard by her question. "Of course. That would be fine. Whatever you need." Logan, perhaps it would be best if you stayed with her tonight.

I was planning to. Something is defiantly not right here.

I agree. "Rogue, I think it would be best if you stayed here for the night under observation. If Jean releases you, we can speak more in the morning at breakfast."

"That's what acting crazy gets you."

"Shut up, Stud."

Thank you for all the reviews. Sorry this took so long to update, but I was kind of stuck. Things just weren't going as I planned. For any of you that are still reading this, Thank you! I will try to update more quickly now that I have it somewhat back on track.