Author's Notes: I'm either writing too much, or this three day spam block is taking forever…

I'm not a perfect person,

There are many things I wish I didn't do,

But I continue learning,

I never meant to do those things to you,

And so I have to say before I go,

That I just want you to know,

I found a reason for me,

To change who I used to be,

A reason to start over new,

And the reason is you.


Loganled Rogue from the garage and upstairs. Her room was only across the hall from his, but he knew he'd still miss her, even if it was only overnight.

He pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, never wanting to let go. Rogue pushed herself onto him, and through his bedroom door. She pushed him onto the bed and leant over him. She kissed him again, but Logan pulled away.

"Rogue you're young," he told her.

"What are you getting at?"

"I don't want to go further than needed. We can't push your concentration to its limits either," he sighed. "I'm not saying I don't love you, I'm just saying you're young. You should get my meaning."

Rogue smiled at him, "I understand."

She stood up, walked round the bed and lied on top of the covers, next to Logan.

"Mind if I stay?" she put on a puppy dog look; it tormented Logan so he couldn't resist.

"You can stay forever."

He leant over and kissed her.


Rogue woke, yet couldn't feel the warmth of Logan next to her. She sat up frantically, and gazed at her surroundings. She had fallen asleep in Logan's room, but now he was nowhere in sight.

She panicked, thinking he'd run again, so jumped out of bed.

"Hey kid, why so nervous?"

Rogue looked round at the door that led to the en suit shower room, and saw Logan with a towel wrapped round his waist.

"I thought you'd run again," she muttered, feeling very silly.

Logan embraced her, and told her softly; "I'm here for good, and you've still got my dog tags, if I left, I'd still have to come back for them."

Rogue laughed at him, cuddling up close. She could hear his heartbeat, soothing her almost to sleep.

She pulled back a second, "You need to get dressed," she told him.

Logan looked down, and realised his towel was slowly sliding off his waist.

"Good point," he said slowly before grabbing some clothes. "Look away," he ordered.


Rogue sat day-dreaming at her desk. She wasn't taking in anything of what Professor Xavier was saying, and he probably knew that. He wasn't making any complaint. Yet.

She was remembering what Logan had said this morning when he noticed his towel slipping; "I'm gunna rip that RoXy-BiG-mOuTh to shreds for making that happen."

She smiled to herself, and noticed Bobby staring at her. She thought she'd wind him up, so doodled on her exercise book, drawing a heart with an arrow in it on the top corner, and putting, "Logan & Marie" in it. She saw him scowl and almost laughed. All thoughts of that were diminished when Professor Xavier pulled her out of her daze.

"Rogue really, you should listen more in lessons."

She blushed a deep crimson, before saying, "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again sir."

Xavier smiled, "Logan been teaching you more than combat?"

Rogue giggled but nodded all the same. He always told her exactly what to say to teachers if she got in trouble.


Logan pulled up outside the mansion. He'd been out for the day (on Scott's motorbike) and had a distinct feeling he was in for a surprise.

Yep, a surprise all right.

Xavier came out to meet him, "I'm sorry Logan. Something terrible has happened."

"What do you mean?" Logan was no physic, but he could still smell sadness on Xavier.

The professor sighed. "She's ran away."

"Rogue? Can't you find her? Why?"

"Logan, do you know how late it is?"

"Not really, no."

Xavier closed his eyes briefly. "It's past ten. Rogue thought you weren't coming back."

"Shit," he growled. Swinging his leg back over Scott's motorbike, Logan sped away into the darkness to find Rogue.


The girl coughed in the cold rain. Her clothes were sticking to her with the wet. Her shocking white bangs clung to her face, and she tripped over her feet.

She could hear someone calling her name, but she was too cold to look round. Once more the person called, but that was all she heard.

The girl fell, tripping over her feet, onto the pavement, and passed out.


Rogue opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. She wasn't in her room, she was in Logan's, and in his bed. She was wearing a nightgown, not her wet clothes she'd ran in. Rogue looked to the door and saw Logan leaning against it. He looked sad.

"What's up?" she asked him.

He sat on the bad next to her. "I'm sorry," he told her. "For everything. I should have told you I wouldn't be back 'til late. I've hurt you loads of times. I'm sorry,"

Rogue placed a hand under his chin, making him face her, "I'm sorry for running." She told him. "I love you."

"I love you too"
She embraced her lovingly, feeling better after saying sorry for everything he'd done, Rogue also.