Author's Notes: Second chapter, not expecting any reviews because it's all written in advance

I feel so dirty when they start talking cute,

I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably mute

'Cause she's watching him with those eyes,

And she's loving it with that body I just know it


Logan walked up to his room and sat on his bed. He put his head in his hands and sighed. He had a splitting headache for no reason at all.

There was a knock at the door and Rogue walked in.

"Me and Storm thought we'd done something to upset you." She told him, sitting down on the bed next to him.

"Don't come too close," Logan warned.

"Is it because of my powers?" she asked him.

"No…it's for a reason I can't say," he sighed.

"Logan, you can tell me anything. You're like a brother to me," she wanted to put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but she knew she couldn't.

"I think there's still one thing I can't tell you, but I know that if I keep it in I'll end up saying it anyway," he told her.

"Logan," she pleaded.

"I'll tell you what kid, learn to control your power, and I'll tell you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."


"Concentrate on not wanting my power. You only want yours. That's all you need, okay? Just concentrate on not wanting my power." Xavier told Rogue who was sitting in his office. It had been a month since she first started practising to control her power, and by now she was very good at it.

Xavier touched her hand, yet Rogue didn't take his power. She didn't want his power, was what she had to think.

She concentrated hard, until Xavier let go.

"Well, I think you ought to ask Logan what he was going to tell you as you can now properly control your power," Xavier told her.

"Somehow I don't think he'll tell me," she muttered before leaving to go find him.

She found him in the kitchen on his own.

"Hey kid," he said, taking a swig of his drink.

"You owe me something."

"I do?"

"Yes, you said that once I learn to control my powers, you'll tell me what you wouldn't tell me one month ago."

"Err…" Logan thought for a moment. "It's…complicated," he told her.

"I'm listening," she said, a little bubble of hope growing inside her. What if…? No. He doesn't feel that way, she might, but he surely doesn't.

"Hey Rogue," came a voice from the door. Logan looked round to see Bobby. He took a seat next to her and took hold of her hand. "Don't you think its great?" he asked. "Rogue can control her powers!"

Logan grunted, before getting up and leaving the room. Rogue looked at Bobby as if it was his fault.

"Go find your girlfriend Bobby," she said angrily.

"You are my girlfriend," he said, a little confused.

"No," she said. "I saw you with Kitty. Go find her, because I am most certainly not your girlfriend."

She left Bobby sitting there, feeling, in a way, heartbroken, but free too. Now he could get Kitty!

Again, Logan was in his room, pondering over his feelings. Did he love Rogue? Or was she just an obsession? He didn't love Jean anymore, he knew that. He couldn't love her…not now that she had gone died, thanks to him. But she asked him to.

Did he love Rogue?

He couldn't…she was too young…

But she was beautiful and intelligent.

He was pulled out of his dream when Rogue entered and sat down next to him.

"I just had an argument with Bobby," she said. She'd obviously been crying by the way her voice was cracking.

Hesitantly, he put an arm round her. She leant into his embrace, and cried on his shoulder.

Logan put his other arm round her too, so he was cuddling her, holding her close. She wrapped her arms round his waist, and buried her head in his muscular shoulder.

"How about I take you to that new club to celebrate you being able to control your powers, and the loss of the dickhead Bobby?" he asked her.

She smiled and nodded. He felt so warm against her, that she wanted to stay there forever, but he pulled away.

"Go get ready," he told her. "I'll meet you in the hall in ten minutes."

She smiled and she left the room, feeling all light inside. Bobby was gone, and now Logan was acting kinder to her…


Rogue met him in the hall ten minuets later, and he smiled at her appearance. She had a short skirt and crop top on, with knee high boots. She stepped down the stairs with grace, and up to Logan.

She saw Bobby out of the corner of her eye, as did Logan. He offered his arm to her, and she gladly accepted it. She saw Bobby getting really mad. The chair he was gripping turned to ice. That made her smile.

"Now then," Logan said. "My RX8, or Scott's motorcycle?"

"Scott's motorcycle."

They smiled at each other and Logan led her to the bike.

"M'lady," he said in a posh butler voice, bowing before her. She giggled and curtseyed to him, before taking his hand and throwing one leg over the bike. He got on in front of her, and she moved closer to him from behind. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and sat comfortable with one leg either side of him.

He revved the engine before speeding off.

"LOGAN!" they heard Scott cry as they drove, causing them both to laugh.


"Beer and an orange juice," Logan told the bar tender as he sat down. They bar tender served their drinks, before leaving them to converse.

Rogue stood up, and walked over to the dance floor. A Britney Spears song had just started – Boom Boom it was called.

I begin to dance just a little bit, to turn you on

Well those words were correct. She started to dance, and it did turn Logan on. That figure on the dance floor. He stood up and walked over to her, and stood in front of her. She turned her back on him and spun round.

Watching every inch of my body, like you wanted to play

He scanned her up and down, and she smiled at him, dancing more.

"So…" she said, coming up to him and lacing her arms round his neck flirtaciously."What were you going to tell me?"

Big chance Logan, he thought. "That you're beautiful," he said, not feeling as embarrassed as he thought he would. He put his arms round her waist and she let go of his neck. She leant back and he supported her, and she swung her head a little before coming back up.

"Anything else?" asked Rogue letting him spin her round.

He took a deep breath, "I love you."

Rogue stopped dead for a couple of seconds, "Really?" she asked, coming back up to him. She pulled herself close to him, and he brought their faces closer.

"I know what you're thinking," he said. "Too big of an age difference, and everyone else will call it wrong."

"Actually," she said in her southern drawl. "I don't care what they think. It's what we want. I love you too."

She closed the space between their faces, locking their lips. Logan held her close.