A/N: I changed the rating on this story because…well, Jubilee has a dirty dirty mouth and doesn't care what she says out loud. And that probably won't change in the next chapters either. Hee!

"Oh my God! Rogue! Where are you? You totally missed out on some killer waffles this morning! Never mind that they came out of a box that was probably expired, but they were still damn delicious and hell of a lot better than the usual crap we get for breakfast. Rogue? Are you in there, girl?"

Jubilee opened the door to her friend's room, not even bothering to knock. She looked around the room - the bed was still unmade, her book bag still on the floor.

"Rogue?" she called out again, a little worried now. Then she heard it. In the bathroom, someone was...throwing up?

Jubilee hurried over and yanked opened the door. She wasn't sure what surprised her more: seeing Rogue huddled over the toilet bowl, retching her heart out, or John kneeling next to her, holding her hair back.

"Close the door!" John yelled out, irritated.

"Jesus Christ, what's wrong? Was it the fish last night? Oh, God, please say it wasn't the fish because if it was...I had it last night too! Oh God!"

"Jubilee!"

If she had been thinking rationally at that moment, she would have realized just how close she had been to being burnt to a crisp. "What?"

"Will you shut the fuck up? And close the door!"

"And stop saying 'fish,'" Rogue said, her head still over the bowl.

Jubilee gave them both an annoyed look and shut the door with a shove.

"I meant close the door with you on the other side."

"Whatever, fireboy. Just tell me what's going here. Is it food poisoning or a virus or something? What's the deal?"

Rogue finally lifted her head from the bowl, somehow managing to reach the flush with her eyes closed. "Water..." she mumbled hoarsely.

Jubilee's eyebrows shot up when John immediately got on his feet and handed her the water bottle that had been sitting on the counter. Since when did the pyromaniac start taking orders? And from a girl?

"You want some saltines? Dr McCoy said they would help," he murmured to Rogue, sitting down next to her and pushing her hair back from her face.

"Saltines? What are you? Pregnant?" Jubilee said, laughing at her own joke. But she stopped laughing when she saw the blanch look on her friend's face. "Oh my fucking God!"

"Jubilee, I swear to God, if you don't fucking shut up..." John said threateningly.

But all Jubilee could do was to say "Oh my fucking God!" over and over again. She sat down on the tiled floor across from them.

"Listen, Jubes, you can't tell anyone. Besides Dr McCoy, we haven't told anyone else," Rogue said.

"Whoa…whoa...back the information truck up..." Jubilee waved her hands around, as if that would make what she just heard comprehensible. Nope, still failing to compute. "You are Rogue, right? You're not some evil twin I never noticed until now, right? The evil twin who can touch people?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Jubilee..."

"I'm just sayin'. You're Rogue - the girl with the deadly skin and everything. How the hell did you...well, you know...have sex..." Jubilee said the last two words in a whisper, like she was now afraid that someone might overhear her say them out loud. "And I can't believe you had sex and didn't tell me about it! So who was it? I want details. I heard the first time hurts but after that… Oh God, please tell me you didn't do it with…ugh…I don't even want that mental picture in my brain…"

"Jesus Christ..." John said, clearly exasperated.

"Oh my fucking God! You did it with him!!" Jubilee exclaimed, pointing to John. But then said more calmly with a thoughtful expression, "Hmm…well, I guess out of all the boys, you picked the right one. He looks like he would be absolutely filthy in bed. Like he could go all night…"

"Oh God…" Rogue groaned, burying her face in her hands.

John just looked dumbfounded at what Jubilee had just said about him. He wondered briefly if he should be nervous about the way Jubilee kept looking up and down at him. "Uh…thank you?"

"You're welcome. So you're the father, huh? Wait a minute…I thought you were with Bobby!"

"Bobby?"

"Yes, Bobby. Remember him? Yea high, blonde hair, blue eyes...does that weird thing with ice... That dude... And you still haven't answered my other question about the whole no-touchy-me thing."

"Jubilee, Bobby and I broke up like ages ago. And as for the touching thing...well...it's complicated."

"Well, I'm glad it wasn't Bobby. Not to be judgmental, but being the Iceman and all, he would be so frigid. Like he would just lie there and make you do all the work, you know? I'd want a guy who knows how to dirty talk too."

"I so do not want to listen to this conversation anymore…" John covered his ears with his hands. Rogue tried to stifle her giggles at John's obvious discomfort.

Jubilee though had no qualms about laughing at his discomfort. "Oh, come on, Johnny-boy, you probably know him better than any of us. Don't you think that he wouldn't know what to do with a girl? Like he would be like, 'oh, hey, that's a boob! girls have boobs!'"

Just then, Kitty opened the door and poked her head in. "Hey, you guys, are we having a party in here? What's going on?"

"Nothing," all three of them said at the same time.

Kitty looked from Rogue to John to Jubilee, waiting for somebody, anybody to say something else. Rogue just fiddled with her gloves while John seemed suddenly interested in the tile molding on the walls. Jubilee started to hum quietly to herself. Kitty narrowed her eyes at her. Hmm...AC/DC, if she wasn't mistaken.

And that's when Kitty knew Jubilee knew something big. She only hummed AC/DC when she knew something big.

They were walking to class when Kitty decided she couldn't take it anymore. "Spill it, Lee. I know you know something."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, quietly humming 'Back in Black' under her breath.

"You're singing AC/DC, dude."

Jubilee stared at her for a moment, realizing her mistake, before exclaiming, "Goddamnit!" She looked up and down the hallway, making sure that no one saw them. She then pulled Kitty into an empty classroom. "Listen, you cannot, CANNOT tell anyone."

"And since when did you start caring about gossip not spreading around the mansion?" Kitty crossed her arms, looking very skeptically at her friend.

Jubilee then had a brief moment of flashback right before the four of them finally exited Rogue's bathroom that morning. Rogue had grabbed her arm before she could make it through the doorway, hissing into her ear, "I mean it, Jubilee. Don't tell anyone or I'll tell everyone about your own little secret. And I think you know what secret I'm talking about. The Camaro? Whipped Cream? Flowerbeds? Get the picture?"

"Hello? Jubilation? Anyone home?"

Jubilee snapped back to reality to find Kitty waving her hand in front of her face. "You know what? I can't tell you."

Kitty snorted. "Yeah, right. Like you can keep a secret."

"I mean it, Kitty! I can't tell you! Rogue will kill me!"

"So it has to do with Rogue, huh?"

Frick, why do I have such a big mouth? "No, seriously, it's not that big of deal, okay? Just drop it."

"Dude, you were singing 'Back in Black.' Out of all the AC/DC songs, I know that means it's a very big deal." Kitty thought that Jubilee was seriously going to have an aneurysm, trying desperately to hold onto this secret. Wow, must be really really big. "Okay, okay, don't look so constipated..." Jubilee shot her a dirty look. "So you can't tell me, right? How about if I guess it? Just shake your head yes or no, then you wouldn't be technically telling me the secret, right?"

Jubilee nodded vigorously.

"It has to do with Rogue... Hmm... John was in the bathroom too when I got there... Hmm... Does it have to do with John too?"

Jubilee nodded.

"OK, so Rogue and John... Wait minute, I thought she was seeing Bobby..."

"For Christ's sake! She's frickin' pregnant!!"

Later that day, Kitty found Peter and dragged him aside.

"I have to tell somebody this or I'm going to burst. You can't tell anyone else though, okay?"

"Uh...okay. What's going on?" Peter leaned toward Kitty who whispered the secret into his ear.

"You didn't hear it from, okay? And don't tell anyone. If Kitty found out, I told you... I don't even want to think about it."

"You can count on me, Peter," Jones said, giving the bigger boy a thumb's up.

Logan came back from another tedious scouting assignment for the Professor. He'll have to remember to tell the Professor that nothing ever, EVER happens in Iowa. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing ever happens in that state.

And if he thinks I'll go back there again...and with frickin' Scott too...well, he better have at least some damn beer on the plane.

Now all Logan wanted to do was take a long hot shower and sleep for the next twelve days. He was making his way to his room when he came up behind Jones and Siryn walking down the same hallway. He couldn't help but listen to their conversation.

"I can't believe it," Siryn said, shaking her head. They were both completely oblivious that they had a third companion.

"Can you imagine? God, there's going to be a baby!"

Logan stifled his groan of horror. Oh God, that over-grown Boy Scout is multiplying.

"No, I mean, I can't believe its Rogue! Rogue pregnant - I can't even picture it!"

And with that remark, Logan promptly fainted.

"Logan! Logan! Wake up!"

Logan snapped open his eyes to find himself flat on his back and Storm slapping his cheek. He looked around from his prone position, hoping that he had just imagined what he overheard but no, there they were. Jones and Siryn were standing nearby, looking worried and nervous as all hell.

"What happened? Siryn came running into my office, screaming that you just dropped dead."

"You," he growled, pointing to Jones who became as pale as pale could be. "Did I hear you right? There's going to be baby?"

"Err..."

"Yes or no?"

"Um...yes..."

"Fuckin' hell!"

"Logan!" Storm looked absolutely horrified.

"Oh get over it, Storm. I've got bigger problems than watching my language in front of these kids. Where's Rogue?"

"What does she have to do with anything?"

"Just tell me!"

"Um," Storm started, taking a quick glance at her wristwatch, "she's probably in chemistry class with Jean. Wait...Logan! What's going on?"

He got to his feet and hurried toward Jean's classroom - Storm, Siryn, and Jones following close behind. He slammed open the door, not caring that he had startled the entire class.

Rogue's eyes widened as she realized he was making his way toward her - shoving kids, desks, and chairs out of his way. And he didn't look too pleased to see her either.

"Uh...hi, Logan. What's going on?" She let out a little gasp when he leaned in close, way inside her personal space, and took a sniff of the air around her. He growled softly and swung his gaze around to find the target of his wrath.

"YOU!"

"Aw...shit," John muttered.