Disclaimer: I disclaim. I do not own anything that has to do with the X-Men. Really, I don't. I'm telling the truth. Honestly. Stop looking at me like that! Lol.

Kristy: Ya, both have suffered and know similar pain.

Rapunzel34: Okay then, I won't make a sequel, I'll just add a couple of chapters to this oneshot—making it a multi-shot—or not? Okay, it's official, I've just confused myself…

Diamond Jedi: You got the point! Yep, but who knows, maybe all they needed to heal was each other...

A/N: Since I was asked to write more I shall write a couple of more chapters for my reviewers. Smiles. I really don't think that this will be a long story…

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Blinking into the present, Rogue looked around her silently, slightly lost. The memory of that night two months ago had come back with such reality that she was surprised to realize that it was only a memory. A soft smile appeared on her face as her fork aimlessly chased the food around her plate, and she propped her chin on her palm. The nights were better now; she could sleep peacefully wrapped in Scott's protective arms every night.

Frowning at the thought of how Bobby would react if he knew about how she spent her nights, innocent or not, Rogue bit her bottom lip. It wasn't as if she was sleeping 'sleeping' with Scott, they were just sleeping. How could she confess this to Bobby and explain it to him when she couldn't really keep from confusing herself when she thought it over.

Oh well. I need this. It's not as if I am cheating on Bobby. I need Scott to be able to sleep.

Shaking her head, smile growing, she remembered the night after the first once that they had spent together.

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Once more Rogue was pacing up and down relentlessly in her room, giving a snoring Jubilee dirty and envious looks. Sighing, she looked at the door and stopped pacing, just looking at it as if she was trying to see through the thick wood. But once more her thoughts weren't on what her eyes were staring at, except, she was fighting her inner self.

Making a face of self-disgust, she sighed and then paced once more, telling herself that last night had been excusable. Both of them were hurt and they'd slept innocently together, and she'd awoken before dawn and returned to her room—unable to return to sleep. Now she felt as if the same thing was going to happen all over again. She couldn't even get herself to close her eyes for more than a couple of seconds. As usual, she was full of life and energy at the wrong time, and she knew that tonight she would once more suffer for it.

Her mind wandered on last night, and she smiled slightly remembering how wonderful she had slept. How long had it been since she could say that she had actually spent the whole night sleeping peacefully and not tossing and turning and cursing the fates?

But tonight, there was no excuse for the same thing to happen once more. She couldn't just very well get herself together and walk to his room, knock on his door and say "I can't sleep" then ask him if they could sleep together again. Sure, that was all they did. Sleep. But that was the best sleep she had ever had in her life, and the memory was killing her. It was as if the moment her head had hit the pillow she'd felt the sleep that evaded her just rush on her, as if rewarding her for something or the other.

Fisting her hands, the young woman suddenly looked at her gloves and stopped walking. All previous thoughts ran from her mind as a pained expression covered her face. Her eyes went to Jubilee's sleeping figure and she remembered how she'd caught Jubilee and her boyfriend Kurt together, kissing, caressing each other, doing all the things that plagued Rogue in her dreams.

Tears demanded release, but the woman just brushed them away with the back of her hand, dampening her gloves. Intense hate filled her body as she looked at the gloves, and on impulse she did something she had never done before. She jerked the gloves off of her hands and flung them angrily across the room. It was unfair. What had she ever done to deserve this punishment?

Collapsing into a sitting position on her bed, her slumped and defeated figure was backlit by the moon, which had surprisingly decided to appear from behind the clouds. Actually, it was shinning brighter tonight than she could ever remember. Why was it so bright tonight when she was feeling so horrible?

Silent tears fell down her pale cheeks as she sat still on the bed. She'd learnt the art of silent tears, as to not awaken her roommate. It had been difficult at first, but she'd had many sleepless nights for practice, and now she could cry for hours without making a single sound that would betray her.

Wiping away at the tears once more, she was shocked to feel the wetness on her bare skin, because she had forgotten that she had taken off the gloves. For a moment she just watched transfixed, watching the tears drops glide off of her skin and down to her lap. She could finally feel something without hurting someone. Reveling in that thought, a sad smile appeared on her face.

With her head tilted, Rogue wondered what happened when Scott cried.

Her thoughts returning to Scott, the young woman wiped her eyes dry and then wiped her wet hands on her pajama pants. What was he doing right at this moment? Was he walking up and down, sleepless like she was? Was he crying while looking at all the things that reminded him that Jean wasn't there with him anymore? Or had he, by some miracle, found peaceful sleep?

Feeling betrayed at the very thought, she pushed it away and then turned to look at the dark corner where she had unjustly thrown the gloves. A sigh escaped her tired lips as she got up and walked towards them, finding the gloves, and very reluctantly putting them on once more.

Flexing her now gloved hands, Rogue forced herself to look at them. This was the way that it would always be, and it was about time that she stopped wishing for a cure that wouldn't come, and just got used to the fact.

'Along with the little fact that I will never sleep peacefully at night. God I'm blessed.' She thought sourly, going beginning to pace the room once more. For the thousandth time that night, she could understand what a lion locked up in a zoo felt.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on her door and Rogue twirled around on her heels, eyes wide open. That couldn't have been knocking! Who would be knocking on her door at this time in the night? But then again the knocking came, this time slightly more confident and pronounced than the other.

Raising an eyebrow, Rogue made her way towards the door and slowly opened it. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open at what she saw. There, standing in her doorway, was Scott Summers, wearing boxers, a baggy T-shirt, and his dark shades, the ones he wore when he wasn't using his visor. He looked as worse for the wear as she probably did.

For a moment they just stared at each other in silence, before he finally whispered: "I can't sleep."

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Once more brought to the present, Rogue smiled vaguely at Bobby, who was looking at her oddly. They were supposed to be watching a movie together, but he seemed to be watching her more than the movie. She ran her fingers playfully on his arm, causing him to shiver slightly. At least now he didn't look as odd as he had moments ago, staring at her so intently.

He was doing this almost constantly lately and she wondered why. It was as if he wanted to ask her something but just wouldn't do so. Rogue sighed, squeezing his hand with her gloved one. It was probably his problems with his parents again. They had disowned him, said that they only had one son now, and that had taken a terrible toll on poor Bobby. A sad smile touched her face as she remembered the secret conversations she had been having with Mrs. Drake via telephone. Secretly Rogue had been communicating with Mrs. Drake, informing the suffering mother how her son was. Rogue just hoped that the woman would speak to Bobby herself. It would make him so happy to hear that she still cared for him.

Bobby finally opened his mouth, as if about to say what had been on his mind for so long, but a commotion drew their attention to the X-Men, as they entered the TV Room. Rogue's sad smile turned genuine when she saw them. They had returned! And they were safe! Her eyes connected with dark shades that had sought her out immediately as he entered the TV Room. A slight smile touched his face and she knew that hers was beaming.

Scott is safe.

Bobby pulled away slightly. Rogue realized this and broke eye-contact with Scott to turn and look at Bobby, clearly confused. His only answer to her silent question was a sad smile. "Bobby, is there something that--."

But Professor Xavier's voice broke into their conversation. "Rogue, would you please join us in my office?"

Giving Bobby's hand another squeeze, she turned to the man in the wheelchair and nodded, getting up from the sofa. Her mind was on Bobby and his odd behavior as she silently followed the X-Men and Professor Xavier into his office. She could feel Scott watching her silently; with intent confusion, but for some reason she didn't look in his direction or even acknowledge that he was in the room.

Professor Xavier spoke. "Rogue, I realize that you must be wondering why I have asked you to join us."

Her head shot up and she blinked, suddenly remembering where she was. Playing nervously with her hands, she licked her lips before nodded rather mechanically. "Uh, um, yeah. The question did pop up in my brain once or twice." Liar.

The professor smiled, as if he had read her thoughts. But then his smile suddenly disappeared from his face and it grew grave. The old man in the wheelchair looked up at the X-Men silently before turning his gaze upon her once more. "As you know, the X-Men have been gone for some weeks, and that they were on a confidential assignment of top-importance."

Rogue nodded with a confused frown on her face, wondering where he was getting at. By now she was desperately playing with her hands, something she always did when nervous or uncomfortable, and she was feeling both at the same time.

He seemed to be thinking about how to say it, and then he just went for blunt truth, something that Rogue appreciated greatly. "All this time the X-Men have been stationed at a friend of mine in Russia…with Logan."

At that name Rogue lost her breath and all color drained from her face. "Lo—Logan?"

His face grew even graver. "Yes, Rogue. Logan contacted me some weeks ago saying that he had found some information about his past and that it led him to someone who had gone to reside in Russia. It seemed that this person was someone who used to teach in this very institution once. His name was Mr. Achilles Quid, and Quid believed that his life was in danger. So I sent the X-Men to accompany Logan to Japan where they were supposed to find Mr. Quid and have a chat with him. But something went wrong, Rogue."

Her feet were wobbling so much that she would have fallen to the ground if she hadn't taken a seat. Now sitting at eye-level with eth professor, Rogue felt fear rising in her body at the sad look in those old eyes. "What happened professor? Is Logan alright? Is he hurt? Is he dead?"

Sympathy for her filled his eyes and then he turned and looked directly at Scott, who had been trying his best to hide in the dark corner of the room. "I think that you are the most appropriate person to tell her this, Scott." Everyone except Scott and Rogue seemed surprised at this, since no one knew of their nightly visits. Well, apparently no one but Professor Xavier knew about them.

If she hadn't been so frightened she would have blushed, but Rogue's mind was on other more important things as she quickly turned in the seat to look at Scott, who was looking very uncomfortable. Her eyes pleaded with him to tell her, to say something! Why was he looking at her like that? What had happened?

Clearing his throat, Scott looked at her silently, millions of words in his silence. "Things were fine for a couple of days. Everything was perfect except for the fact that Mr. Quid was extremely nervous, frightened of every shadow. He told us that he'd known Logan before—before they had taken and experimented with him. He said that Logan had been a friend of his, or a friend of some sorts. Logan wanted to know more, but Mr. Quid was so frightened of something that he wouldn't say anything much."

Storm nodded, as if wanting to back up her leader. "We tried getting him to tell us of whom he was so afraid, but Mr. Quid would only clam up even more."

But you are supposed to be the invincible X-Men! Scott, you're the all-mighty leader!

Getting up to her feet, Rogue took a couple of steps towards Scott and then faltered when she felt the sorrow emanating off of him. Why was he filling her in on all of these useless details? She wanted him to get down to the point like Professor Xavier had done! "What happened, Mr. Summers?"

He flinched at the fact that she had called him by that name, and not by Scott, as she had whenever they were together. It was as if he had expected her to do so. Clearing his throat, Scott raked his long lean fingers through messy hair. "The night that Quid decided that he was going to talk, he received a note that said that he would die if he spoke, but he didn't tell us until it was too late. Then strange things started happening. We were attacked, and Quid was taken. Logan wouldn't allow them to take him without a fight, and they injured Logan and took him as well."

Horror filled her body and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to keep back the tears that were trying to come out. "No." Backing away blindly, she felt someone guide her back to the chair, and by the gentle, feminine hands, she guessed that it was Storm.

You're lying. I know you're lying! That cannot be true! Logan is alright! I know it!

Professor Xavier took over once more. "I used Cerebro and located where Logan and Quid are being held. They are in a secret facility hidden somewhere in a small village in Japan. The X-Men will be leaving to go there shortly, but considering how import Logan and you are for each other, I wanted to know if you would like to go with them."

Head jerking up at that, Rogue wiped away at her foggy vision and nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, I want to go."

As if knowing that she would answer this, Xavier nodded wisely. "This is good. The village that you will be visiting is very shut out from modern civilization and they are very strict in their ways. Scott and you will pose as spouses and look for information on the location of the hidden laboratory." He then wheeled himself out and when Rogue finally looked back up she discovered that only Scott and herselves where in Xavier's office.

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For a moment all Scott could do was look at her. It had been so long since he'd seen her, so many sleepless nights, but yet here she was, looking at him as if he had betrayed her. It rent at his heart to see her looking at him that way. She had become his best friend, and he depended very much on her. Rogue was his support.

Fiercely wiping at her tears, she glared at him. "Why didn't you tell me before you left? Why didn't you tell me that you were going to be with Logan? Why?"

"Rogue…" Scott came towards her and pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against him until her struggles died out and she began crying into his chest, hugging him back. Placing his chin on top of her head, he breathed in her smell, something he would do faithfully every night when they slept together.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered.

"I really didn't know what this mission was about, but I did know that if you knew that it had to do with Logan you would worry. I didn't want you worrying." He was also jealous of her connection with Logan. Scott considered Rogue his best friend—even though most didn't know of their friendship—and the thought that Logan's friendship was most probably valued more than his had angered him.

"I still should have been told." She said softly as she looked up at him. Her eyes were red and there were angry blotches on her skin from having cried. "Logan--."

"Yes I know that he is important for you." Once again that jealousy hit him deep in the gut, but he kept it well hidden and used his gloved hand to gently brush away at a tear that was falling silently down her soft cheek. "I just didn't want you to worry."

"But I had reason to worry." Rogue announced in a teary sigh, placing her cheek against his chest once more. "Logan and this other man who knows of his past are both captured by unknown assailants. Knowing Logan's temper he won't be too co-operative with his captors and that could mean danger for him."

"Wolverine can take good care of himself, he's used to it." Scott offered as a means of comfort. "Don't worry about him. We'll breeze into Japan, find out his whereabouts, free them and return here in a blink of an eye. Now go rest and pack your things." He gave her another render squeeze and watched as she nodded and walked towards the door, leaving him alone in Xavier's office wondering if he should be so sure of what he'd just told her.

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