July 2, 1992

Scott slipped into the kitchen after everyone else had gone to bed for the fourth time that week. He was sick to death of everyone assuming that he was jealous that Jean was marrying Logan. It had been two months now since they had announced their engagement. However, what everyone failed to remember or realize (he wasn't sure which it was) was that if he was jealous of Logan than why the hell would he have agreed to be the Best Man.

Flicking on the overhead light in the kitchen he found Marie sitting at the island eating some kind of sandwich, which to him didn't really look all that appetizing.

"Hey," Scott said as he opened the frig door and pulled out bread, lettuce, tomatoes, and turkey. "Where's the mayonnaise Marie?" Scott asked as he set out the contents of his unmade sandwich on the counter top.

"Right here and don't call me Marie." Rogue said as she held out the jar of mayo for him to take.

"Sorry. I thought you hated mayonnaise."

"I do."

"Then why are you eating it?"

"I was craving it." Rogue said as if it was completely obvious why she would eat mayonnaise when she hated it.

"What are you eating?"

"A peanut butter pickled mayonnaise on toasted wheat."

"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard."

"Have you ever eaten one before?"

"No."

"Then you can't say that something's disgusting if you've never tried it before. Here have a bite." She said as she held the half eaten sandwich out for him to try.

With a defeated sigh Scott said, "All right," before taking a small bite. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever eaten before in his life. "That taste and smells horrible."

"You are such a baby Summers," Rogue said as she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say dear."

"Don't call me that either."

"So I can only call you Rogue?"

"Yes, it is my name after all." Rogue said as she took a big bite of her sandwich before washing it down with a sip of milk.

"How can you eat that, let alone stand the smell of it?"

"Truth," Rogue asked as she looked up at Scott.

"Please."

"I have no idea."

"You're joking right?"

"Nope." Rogue said making the "p" pop.

"So why are you eating dinner at this time of night?" Scott ventured after taking a bite of his sandwich, which tasted a whole of a heck lot better than Rogue's had.

"Why are you?"

"I asked you first."

"Fine. I'm sick of people saying that I'm jealous that Logan's marrying Jean instead of me. If I was jealous then why would I have agreed to be her Maid of Honor? Let alone helped him pick out her engagement ring? Who the heck even came up with the crazy idea that I have romantic feelings for Logan anyway? And no I've never had a crush on Logan," She added rather forcefully when he opened his mouth to ask her a question.

"Noted, but I do know what you mean. They're saying the same thing about me and I'm sick of it too."

After they had both finished eating they washed their plates before heading back to their beds.

~A New Kind of Mutant~

July 6, 1992

'Rogue could you please come to my office,' the Professor's voice asked inside her head.

'I'll be down in a couple of minutes sir,' Rogue answered as she put her books aside and got up off her bed, where she had been studying for her finals.

When she arrived at Professor X's office she knocked on the solid wooden oak door and waited until he called out to her to come in. Upon opening the door she found that Xavier was not alone in his office. Sitting on the soft cream sofa along the back wall was Scott.

"You wanted to see me sir?" Rogue asked after she had taken a seat next to Scott. She was a little confused as to why Scott was there as well.

"Yes. I have a mission that I would like you to accompany Scott on in London."

"Oh."

"You still haven't told me when you want us to leave." Scott said, because of his sunglasses no one could see how agitated he was that Rogue was the one who would be accompanying him on this mission instead of Storm or someone else, anyone else.

"To night; around midnight I think. If you leave then it will draw less attention to the two of you leaving. I don't want anyone else to know about this."

"What's the mission anyway?" Rogue asked.

"I have been informed that there are three mutants, whom I have been trying to locate for several years, living in a Gypsy community in London. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff and Lorna Dane; they have information as to the whereabouts of ten other mutants that I am also been trying to locate, but have so far been unsuccessful in finding."

"We'll do our best Professor, but I can't promise you that we'll find them or the Gypsy camp that they're staying in."

"All I ask is that you do your best Scott, Rogue."

"We'll do our best sir," Rogue said as she shoot a sideways glance at Scott.

After they had left the Professor's office Rogue pulled Scott into an empty study and demanded, "Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you or anyone else for that matter." Scott snapped back as he started over her head at a crack on the wall's surface.

"I know when you're lying to me Scott."

"Then you should also know when to leave me alone Rogue." Scott countered as he turned to leave the room. Before he was completely out the door he called over his shoulder, "Be ready to leave by midnight and meet me in the hanger at ten till."

"All right," Rogue said, but her only answer was the resounding bang of the study door being slammed shut.