Wolverine walked around Marie and Rogue studying the two intently. "Wolverine, stop that," Marie snapped. "You resemble a vulture." Logan snickered and shrugged at the malevolent glance sent his way.

"So what did I finally snap or what?" he asked gruffly. "Can't say I mind, you're one hell of a hallucination." Wolverine whispered to Marie. She blushed prettily and Rogue moved out of their way and towards Logan.

"Logan, we are gonna get out of here aren't we?" Rogue's question snapped Wolverine from his ogling of Marie.

Logan looked at the door and stood. "Yeah, kid."

"Don't call me…her that!" three voices shouted at him.

"Come on," he gestured taking Rogue's gloved hand in his own. He was amazed at how easy it was to fall back into old habits. "You two coming?"

Wolverine and Marie turned to him with identical annoyed looks. "You said you'd take care of it sugah!" Marie snapped at Wolverine.

"He's stubborn I can't help that," he apologized but stole a quick kiss. Marie smacked him and gave Logan a decidedly dirty look.

Wolverine and Marie stood on one side and Rogue and Logan on the other. "I suggest we first decide what the hell you're all doing here and then go in groups and search the mansion. Will you two stop that!" Logan shouted at the pair now nuzzling on a nearby couch.

Logan rolled his eyes in disgust, 'When had he turned into a mush ball.' Realizing they weren't going to stop anytime soon, he kicked Wolverine hard in the shin. Logan remembered too late that anything he did to his counterpart would visit him as well.

He breathed through the pain and decided it was better to ignore the amorous pair and go on his own. He searched the room for Rogue and found her perched on an identical couch behind him. She was covertly watching them. "So any ideas where we are?" she asked her hands nervously pulling at her long white streak. "I'll be honest, I'm a little scared," she mumbled.

He sat down and pulled her into his lap. He cradled her face against his denim jacket and faced the others. "What are you staring at?" Logan asked aggressively. Wolverine gave him a metal finger but settled very comfortably with Marie mimicking Rogue's position.

"Let's not fight, why don't we explore the mansion? Maybe we can find some clues." Marie suggested. Wolverine shrugged but jumped to his feet. Marie followed with Logan and Rogue behind them.

"One rule, Rogue comes with me." Wolverine said lifting Rogue from Logan's arms.

"I don't think so." Logan snarled and yanked Rogue back. Rogue's eyes were wide and pleading as each one pulled her back and forth.

Not sure if they could hurt her other self in this bizarre place or not Marie put an end to the fight. "Boys, I am…I mean she is not a chew toy. Drop her." Marie shouted. In hindsight maybe she should have phrased it better. 'Lord knew he…they could be dense as hell.'

Rogue dusted herself as she got up off the floor. Logan stuck his hands in his pockets cringing as she limped over to the arrogantly smiling Wolverine. She reached out on tiptoe and slapped him. Logan laughed out loud as his counterpart's stupefied look.

'Yep it was worth feeling the pain just to see Wolverine get smacked around by his little Rogue.' His own amusement was short lived as she reached over and slapped him too, "tha' was for droppin' me."

"Dammit, you already slapped me once. You didn't have to do it again," wailed Wolverine. Rogue rounded on him and Wolverine suddenly realized that the Professor's wood floors couldn't have been too nice to land on.

Marie unable to stifle her humor any longer burst out laughing. Wiping tears from her eyes she approached both wounded males. "All right boys how about I go with Logan and Rogue you go with Wolverine. It might make him remember there's more to our relationship than sex."

The group of Rogue and Wolverine went left and Marie and Logan went right. "So you have a relationship with that idiot?" Logan asked.

Marie shook her head at him, "Logan, you are that idiot."