AN: This one's kinda short, too. Sorry 'bout that. And thank you all for the wonderful reviews! This is the most I've ever gotten on a story within the first two days! I couldn't believe it!

Chapter 3: Sappy

Rogue ducked as a fist rushed through the air where her head had been. She readied herself again for another blow, this time blocking it with her forearm. He didn't swing as hard as he could have. If he had, she'd be in pain right about now.

"So what's got your panties in a twist, kid?" Logan asked as he leapt out of the way of a well placed kick to his sternum.

"Nothin'." Rogue rebalanced herself as Logan attempted to grab her shoulder. She ducked away from him defensively.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Rogue. You're lyin'. I can smell it."

"Pfft," Rogue let out as she ducked another of his punches.

"It's that new guy, isn't it? Is he botherin' ya?"

"No," She countered his punch with one of her own. "Although, I don't think I trust him."

"Yeah. Smells fishy ta me. Came in ta breakfast this mornin' all charmin'. I wanted ta wipe that grin off his face an-" He struggled as she put him in a chokehold. "Tell him where he could shove it." He flipped her over his shoulder, running on full instinct. He gasped as she hit the floor. His eyes went wide when she didn't move. Oh, God. He was at her side immediately. Damn it. I told the kid I was dangerous. Ta pick someone else ta spar with…

"Rogue!" He shouted, concerned he'd killed her. "You alright, kid?" He flipped her over, brushing her hair out of her face. "Come on, darlin'. I'm sorry- I'm so sorr-"

He gasped as the ceiling of the training room was the only thing he saw. He hit the floor with a loud, metallic thud.

Rogue leaned over him, her green eyes twinkling. "Ya all right, sugar?"

"I can't believe I fell for that," He said shaking his head.

"Yeah, that was pretty sappy-"

"Shut up." He glared at her. She glared right back, egging him on. His hand shot out to her side, lightly tickling her ribs. She giggled trying to fight him, not wanting to give in to the torture. It had escalated into an all out tickling battle, complete with rolling around on the floor when someone cleared their throat from the doorway.

Rogue and Logan looked up guiltily to see Ororo standing there, a hand on her hip. "Aren't you two supposed to be in a meeting?"

"Oops…" Rogue said quietly.

"Sorry, 'Ro. Lost track of time."

Ororo grinned and let out a small laugh. "Don't worry, You guys still have ten minutes to get changed." She turned to head out the doorway. "And Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"That was pretty sappy."

"Aw, hell," Logan said under his breath.

Rogue let out a stream of giggles. Logan glared at her. "Sorry," she said, clearing her throat.