Author's Notes: I've decided I don't like Inverse, so I'm changing him. He'll have a new costume and a new name. He's going to be called Mono, and you'll find out what his outfit is later on. Mono, was created, and belongs to, Corvus Corvidae.

Hmm…don't think I have anything to say, unless I love Chris counts…oh well…

On with the story!


Close your eyes, Give me your hand, darling,

Do you hear my heart beating?

Do you understand?

Do you feel the same?

Or am I only dreaming?

Is this burning?

Eternal Flame….


"Logan, Scott is under the impression that you threatened to make him a Eunuch. Is this correct?"

"Well yeah, but -"

"Then I have nothing else to say to you, except leave Scott alone."

"He was filming me and Rogue and broadcasting it throughout the entire school!"

"If you were a real man, you would ignore it."

"If you were a real man, you'd wanna castrate him too!"

"Logan, Logan, Logan. I'm no real man, I'm a mutant!"

"In that case, I don't have to ignore it, because I'm a mutant. AHA!"

"I believe I said the wrong thing."

"I believe you said the right thing, Professor Xavier."


Rogue spun round the room alone, dancing old moves that just came into her head. She suddenly stopped when she noticed Logan leaning against the doorframe the way he does, staring at her.

"Logan! Erm…what you doing here?" she said, blushing as she did so.

"Well, I am meant to be teaching you combat, but I thought I'd take you out," he said to her.

"Really? Where are we going?"

"You'll see."


Rogue stepped off the train and took Logan's hand. She looked up to where they were standing opposite.

Chicago.

It all came back, the audition, the crash, the news, her body…

"I can't go in there," she said, her voice almost breaking.

"What do you mean you can't go in there? This is where I'm taking you, to see a dance show!"

"I -" Rogue tried, but Logan looked at her.

"Please? For me?" Rogue sighed and smiled.

"Race ya over there!"


The show had finished, and Rogue was struggling not to cry. Chicago had brought back so many unwanted memories.

Logan saw her sadness and asked her what was wrong. "It's just so many memories coming back…when my sister died."

"You loved it in there, I saw it, you need to dance again, you need it," Logan told her, taking her shoulders.

"No Logan, that's my old life. I'm part of the X-Men now…dancing's out of my life," she let tears stream down the side of her face slowly.

Logan wiped the tear away and spoke, "Your sister wanted you to be a dancer, and she still would…does."

Rogue looked up at him, and smiled through her tears. Logan smiled back at her.

"So," he said. "When are we going to practise your dancing again?"


Rogue danced the way she used to, her body just moving without any guidance. Since seeing the show, she'd been dancing a lot more. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Logan.

"Getting better kid," Logan said, walking up to her.

"One, I'm not a kid, two, I just needed to get into practise again," she told him.

Logan smiled, and took one of her hands, the other hand he placed on her waist. She did the same to him, and they went through their regular routine.


Logan walked up to Inverse and spoke to him, "New costume?" he asked.

"Yes. It is one of a kind."

Inverse, or Mono, as he will now be called, was wearing a white mask over his face that reminded you of Phantom of the Opera. He had no expression, and wore full black.

"I have only one colour. I am only one. You are also one. But in the end, only one can win. Only one can be left. And I intend to be that one."

"Okay…that freaked me out."

Mono dived forward and grabbed hold of Rogue off guard. She didn't have time to retaliate, as a sudden darkness fell over the landscape. When it finally cleared, Mono was gone, and Rogue with him.

To Be Continued…