Chapter 2: Only Logan.

Disclaimer: Again, to my great pity, I must profess that I own none of the X-men, except Dr Mary Ross, who belongs to the bowels of my imagination.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!"

Bobby Drake sleepily opened one eye to see a naked brunette with white bangs bouncing up and down on his chest. His other eye snapped open. Boy, was he awake.

"Why?" he said, peering at his alarm clock. "It's only 7:15."

"But its Tuesday!"

Bobby's face was a blank.

"So?"

"Tuesday is fry-up day! And I wanna get down there before Logan devours everything!"

Bobby groaned. He couldn't stomach bacon and sausages in the morning, but Rogue seemed to live off the stuff.

"Umm, you go down," he said. "I'll catch you up."

Rogue cocked an eyebrow.

"You're not getting out of it that easily, Iceman."

And with that she gave an almighty shove, and rolled Bobby onto the floor. He thrashed about helplessly, his arms and legs trapped in the sheets that had been dragged off the bed with him.

"Rogue! I'm gonna get you for that!"

Bobby untangled himself, and stood up, as Rogue ran, squealing, into the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her.

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Bobby and Rogue walked downstairs to breakfast hand-in-hand, a now well-established routine.

As Rogue sat down, a girl with sleek black hair and almond-shaped eyes came running up bearing a plate piled high with bacon, eggs, sausages, and tomatoes. (all fried)

"Hey Jubs!" Rogue greeted her friend.

"Morning Rogue. Hey, you're lucky, I just managed to snatch this last batch before Logan-oops Professor Logan-got his hands on it. Grubs up!"

As Jubilee planted the plate in front of Rogue and the smell wafted right up her nostrils, Rogue's face turned green. Her mouth quivered and she jumped away from the table as if it were on fire. She ran, fast, into the adjoining kitchen, and soon the whole school could hear her retching. Bobby hurried after her.

"Rogue, are you ok? Rogue?"

From the teacher's table, now almost painfully empty, Storm, Logan, and Kurt Wagner-recently returned from Germany to teach at the mansion-watched the episode thoughtfully.

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Bobby and Rogue had German with Kurt in 1st period. As they made their way to the classroom, Rogue looking considerably paler than usual, Storm appeared in front of them.

"Rogue, Bobby? Could I have a word in my office?"

Bobby objected.

"Professor Monroe, we have German-"

"Don't worry. I've fixed it with Kurt. Now, if you'd be so kind."

Bobby and Rogue, hand-in-hand again, followed Storm into what had previously been Charles Xavier's office. Already there were Logan, smoking a cigar, and a tall blonde woman they didn't recognise, floating 12 inches in the air.

"Please, sit. Bobby, Rogue," continued Storm. "Let me introduce you to our new resident lab doctor and Biology teacher, Dr Mary Ross. She just arrived this morning, so you are the first students to meet her."

Rogue and Bobby shook the doctor's hand.

"Nice to meet you," they mumbled.

There was an awkward silence. Bobby tried to break the ice.

"So are you a G.P. or what?

Dr Ross smiled.

"Yes I am, though I am also a certified gynaecologist."

Only Logan saw Rogue pale a little more and clench Bobby's hand.

Dr Ross turned her attention to Rogue.

"Hi Rogue. Miss Monroe tells me you had a funny turn at breakfast. How are you feeling now?"

"Um, ok, I guess…"

"Can you tell me if you've had anymore of these turns recently."

"Just a few-only in the last couple of weeks."

"And when the last time you had your period Rogue?"

Rogue hesitated.

"A little over 3 months ago-I think it's late because of the stress of the exams and all that…"

"Well, maybe. I wonder, is there any possibility that you might be pregnant Rogue?"

This time Bobby paled, and Rogue chewed her bottom lip. After no response from either of the teenagers Dr Ross continued.

"Rogue? Have you slept with Bobby?"

Rogue blushed, pretending not to notice the death glare Logan was shooting at Bobby.

"Umm..yeh, we have…but we always used protection."

Then Bobby spoke.

"Except-except, the first time Rogue. Don't you remember?"

Rogue's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh God, oh God…but it was just once, only once…shit, shit, shit!"

Dr Ross smiled sympathetically.

"Well, we can't be sure until you do a pregnancy test. Why don't you come down to the lab with me?"

She helped Rogue up, and led her out of the room. Bobby made as if to follow, but Logan put his arm out to block the way.

"I think you should wait here, Iceboy," Logan growled menacingly.

"Logan," said Storm menacingly. She turned to Bobby. "Logan's right. Rogue will be

back in no time."

Bobby sat back in his chair, his head in his hands. Logan lit another cigar. Storm sat at her desk, trying to concentrate on marking some papers.

After 15 minutes, Rogue and Dr Ross reappeared. Rogue's eyes were red and puffy. Bobby stood up.

"Rogue?" he said expectantly.

Rogue said nothing. Dr Ross glanced at her.

"Would you like me to tell them?" she asked quietly. Rogue nodded.

"Rogue is 12 weeks pregnant."

"Jesus Christ," Logan swore under his breath, putting out the cigar in his palm.

"Are you sure?" asked Bobby, pale-faced. Rogue nodded again. Bobby walked up to her slowly, and pulled her to his chest, holding her trembling body.

"Shh…It'll be ok, don't worry," he whispered soothingly. "I'm so happy Rogue, so happy."

Suddenly, he lifted her up and swung her around.

"I'm gonna be a dad, Rogue! Me: a fricking father!"

Storm and Dr. Ross smiled.

And only Logan saw a single tear trickle down Rogue's cheek.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I know I haven't updated in ages but I have had a really bad case of writer's block. However, I have the next couple of chapters safely written in my notebook, and if I get enough reviews, I might just post them….hint hint, wink wink! YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO…PUSH THE BUTTON, PUSH IT, PUSH IT!