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This is a work of fanfiction.

Sweet Marie

4 of 5 Pieces

She had been eating strawberries with whipped cream in the kitchen when she heard it.

A sound she had been both anticipating and dreading for the longest time.

Her or rather HIS extra sensitive hearing had picked up on it before he was even on the grounds.

The smell of burnt rubber followed the roar of the motorcycle engine through the gates and up to the school.

She jumped, startling the other students who were present.

Rogue ran out into the hallway and looked towards the large door that sat at the end of it.

He was back.

As she ran past the hallway mirror, she decided to run back and check her self over first.

Rogue ran her hands down over her shirt and pressed the skirt she wore down to try and smooth out creases that were not there.

When the roar of the engine had suddenly stopped she found her self-unable to breath.

She turned and watched as a dark outline appeared on the other side of the glass door.

The air finally forcing itself out of her lungs Rogue watched the figure stop, pausing as if reconsidering, before knocking on the door.

Rogue stood frozen to her spot down the hall, unable to move. The room seemed to spin around her when Bobby's voice rang out.

"Rogue, you gonna get the door?"

"Huh? The door?" she asked but her eyes never left the outline of the man she knew was just outside.

"The door" he added, somewhat confused. "Never mind, I'll get it." he said coming up from behind her. He gave her a concerned glance before opening the front door.

"Whoa."

"Hey" the gruff man replied.

"Logan" a sweet honey voice spoke out from atop of the stairs "I thought I sensed trouble." A smile graced the woman's face, implying that the statement was not meant to be taken seriously.

"Where?" he asked with a knowing grin as she continued down the stairs.

"It is good to see you." she told him.

"Same here 'Ro." The interaction between Logan and the Weather Goddess was enough to snap Rogue out from her state of immobility.

"Hiya Logan." she said sauntering over to where he stood but the Wolverine did not look at her.

"Hey kid."

"WHERE IS IT LOGAN!" Scott stormed into the hall. "YOU IRRESPONSIBLE SON OF A …"

"Scott really, Logan only just arrived and there are children present."

If looks could kill, the back of Storm's head would have exploded. Rogue did not like being referred to as a child.

"Not a problem Mr. Summers" Bobby told the enraged teacher as he walked over and took Rogue's gloved hand "we were just leaving."

Rogue wanted to strangle Bobby but hid her feelings with quick, uneasy smile.

"See ya later Logan?" she asked as she was being led out of the hall.

A grunt was her only reply.