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After waking up at the ungodly hour of four thirty in the morning Rogue made her way to the Danger room in the lower levels of the mansion. Surprisingly enough she didn't feel tired. Or maybe that was not surprising at all.

As it turns out, Rogue had two more "accidents" with her powers. The first one happened when she was helping Logan fix his bike the night before. He asked her for a wrench and before her hand actually touched it the wrench flew to her. She didn't know how or why that happened but it was a little scary. Logan asked her if everything was ok when he notice she didn't returned with the wrench right away. Actually, what he said was more along the lines of "hey stripes, what's taking so damn long? You forgot what a wrench looks like or what?" which in Logan terms was an "it's everything ok?" Rogue just brushed it off with a quick "Relax old man" while showing him the wrench in her hand.

The second time was a few minutes ago when her alarm went off. She tried to reach for it to turn it off but before her hand touched it the alarm clock flew across the room and shattered against the wall. Talking about a good wake up call. So needless to say she was quite awake this morning and by the time she finally made it to the Danger room Logan was already there waiting for her.

"Hey stripes. Are you ready to get started?" was Logan's greeting.

"Are you saying I have a choice?" was her sarcastic response.

"Do you ever?" he said while crossing his arms, "no" was her response while mimicking his posture.

"Then stop asking stupid questions and put some gloves on."

After this he pointed to the gear rack that was in the danger room. The rack contained different medicine balls, sparring gloves, extra towels, etc. Rogue remembered seeing that kart in the training gym but never in the Danger room. Maybe things have changed since she was away, but she was still curious about it. Why did Logan asked her to meet him here?

"Ok, I'll bite. Why are we meeting here?" she said once she finished putting on her UFC style sparring gloves.

"I don't know what you mean stripes. If we gonna be sparring why not doing it here?" he said looking down at his gloves.

She narrowed her eyes at him and decided to play along. "Sure Wolvie. Whatever you say." she could feel it in her bones. Wolverine was hiding something from her.

When they both finished getting their gloves on, Logan asked the computer to give them a dojo simulation. Logan also asked the computer to go into referee mode. Allowing the computer to call the winner of each round. The rounds started nothing short of exciting. Logan and Rogue interchanged a series of blows and kicks, together with blocking each other punches.

After three rounds she was breathing heavy and probably had many bruises. No matter what strategy she used, where she hit him or how hard she hit him, he would always end up winning and she ended up with her ass it the floor mat.. This was so frustrating!

"Are you tired yet stripes? Or are you actually going to be serious now?" he said looking down on her.

The fact that he didn't even look winded was pissing her off even more.

She blew a strand of hair away from her face "Oh, I'll be serious alright" after that comment she stood up and got in a fighting stand once again.

She landed a punch on his face, followed with a knee to the stomach, and while he was trying to catch his breath she used both her hands to hit him in the back of the head. He fell on all fours, and before she was able to kick him again he grabbed her leg, forcing her to fall on her butt (again!) if she didn't want to break her leg.

After falling to the mat the very feminine voice made her announcement "Round four goes to Wolverine"

" Why are you not taking this seriously Rogue?" said wolverine taking his gloves off and throwing them on the mat on what could only be described as a very pissed off mood.

"What are you talking about?!" Was her angry outburst "What? Do you think I'm not trying to hit you hard or something?" she said also slamming her gloves on the floor

"No stripes. You are not?" he almost sounded defeated to her which was not very typical of Logan. All she could do was stare with a confuse (and still pissed) look on her face. And it must have shown, because he ran his hand trough his wild hair and started to explain.

" Rogue..." he paused and it seems like he was remembering something because he was getting pissed off again "You can lie to everybody in this house if you want to. And you can even choose to ignore what happened, but the truth is that it happened" she knew exactly what he was talking about, and the moment she caught on with what he was saying the flashback started to come.

The feeling of cold gloved hands, needles everywhere, the pain, the hunger, the punches, the electrocutions, the disgusting smell of excessive rubbing alcohol. "I'm not talking about it if that's what you're trying to get at." She stood up and was ready to walk away when he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him.

"Well that's to damn bad for you then because I am talking about it." she would still not look at him.

"I know why they get mutants Rogue. I know they want to change us and I want to know what did they do to you. How did they change you?"

"The only thing they did to me is that they gave me nightmares of my own" she said still looking at a far focal point on his chest.

"Then why didn't you use your power on me?" That caught her attention. Her head snapped up so fast she thought she might have gotten whiplash. "This whole time we've been fighting you could have knocked me out with one touch. Why didn't you?"she shifted her eyes to the floor again. It was getting hard to breath. She was sure he notice but he decided to continue prompting her for answers. "What happened when you left stripes? The cure wore off, you left to God-knows-where and then we find you in that hell whole with either no power or complete control. Which one is it?"

"I have control of my mutation" her voice was low, detached and surprisingly calm to her own ears.

"So why didn't you use it !" he said shaking her a little bit.

"Because I didn't want to hurt anybody else!" her outburst only served to create more questions than to answer them.

After the Danger room fiasco Rogue decided that a very long bath was in order. After she finished with that she decided to go to the Rec. Room, but before she got there she crossed path in the main hallway with Storm who was with, of course, Remy.

"Rogue! How you feeling child?" said Storm with a smile on her face. Remy was just looking at her with his delicious biceps...uhg! she really needed to forget about those rock solid, tan, and totally sexy biceps. Where was she? Oh, right! He was smiling now, probably could see the fluorescent red on her cheeks. It was probably visible form space anyways.

"uhh..Good...I guess?" she notice Remy lift an eyebrow at her lack of proper articulation. What was wrong with her? Seriously! She decided to change strategies. Focusing on Storm seemed like a safer bet. "..umm...how's everything... here...in the school." Well, that was an epic fail.

"Everything is good, thanks for asking. Remy and I are working on the new roster for the teachers. With so many students we must divide the classes accordingly."

"Yes...classes...I forgot about that" Rogue said while looking at the floor and scratching the back of her head.

"Well chere,if you are not too busy today maybe you would like to help me with that instead of Storm. She is so busy with all the administrative junk already that I hate to pull her away for just this" his suave could have probably convince anybody to do anything. Rogue was not the exception,and before her brain hasd time to formulate an excuse she found herself nodding.

"uhh sure, I mean, if you want me to Storm"

"Oh Rogue that would be lovely! Are you sure that you want to help with this?"

"Sure Storm, I would love to get busy with something." not entirely false.

Remy came to Rogue's side and put his arm around her shoulders. "Then it's settle. Stormy you get back to your principal duties and leave the new roster to Remy and Rogue."

" I shall. Thank you Remy, and don't call me Stormy." she said after giving him a quick hug. She then addressed Rogue. "Thank you Rogue. Your help is greatly appreciated." she put her hand on Rogue's shoulder and squeezed slightly. Rogue seemed a little embarrassed at the attention but returned an awkward smile nonetheless.

Helping Remy with the roster wasn't to complicated. It was actually...nice. Since she got back (or since she was brought back) this was one of those rare times that she actually felt comfortable sitting next to somebody else. It was also the first time that she occupied her brain with something other than her own jumbled feelings. The first time that she didn't have a whisper in the back of her conscious mind reminding her of the things that happened in that god's forsaken lab. Maybe it had to do with the fact that at the lab she never had to go through sorting different high school classes so that was totally un-relatable to thist experience or ...how nice remy smelled. Like spices and mystery and coffee and that sorta cologne that is very masculine but smells so delicious you just want to jump somebody's bones. And what if she made up some smells? He still smelled very good. Maybe it had to do with the way his fingers twitched a little, and yes she did notice. She remember smelling cigarettes on him before, maybe he was craving one now. Maybe what made her feel comfortable was on how normal he treated her, because everybody tiptoes around her like she is made out of glass. Whatever the reason, she really didn't care. It made her feel...refreshed. It really made her feel like she could have a normal life. Well, as normal as being a mutant can get. Yeah. It was nice.

But like all good things come to an end, they finally finished the roster and were starting to clear all the paperwork from the desk. When Remy decided that he wanted to start a conversation

"So..."

"Oh oh" he looked at her fighting a smirk at her response

"What?"

"No good conversation ever starts with"so.."" He started to laugh at her very clever response. And again she smiled . It was impossible not to when his laugh was so carefree and contagious. He seemed to be at easy all the time.

"Oh yeah? I guess I wasn't very original there. Desole mon cheri." he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles his eyes never living hers. But besides the tingling that shot trough her arm at the contact of his lips on her skin, the thought that he called her his couldn't scape her mind.

"Nothing to apologize for" she said retrieving her hand faster than if it was caught under a frying pan after using it for making pancakes. She was sure her face was the color of a tomato but if he notice he didn't say anything. God! If he only new the things she was thinking!

" Well, I was actually going to ask you if you were going to help with some of this classes?" he said that with a little smile. He typically had that same expression when looking at her, almost as if he knew something that she didn't. Oh Darn! Please don't let him be a telepath. She thought back to the question and her brain suddenly failed her when thinking of an answer.

"Me?" she said pointing at herself in total disbelieve " I...I don't know. I didn't think... I don't know...I guess I could." wow she really sounded smart there. Good job on that one. Now she really ruined her chances with Remy. What? Where did that came from?

He was laughing again and now she was really thinking that he must be a telepath. She got even more nervous and embarrassed at her train of thought. Dammit this can only happened to her!

"Well Cheri.." his body came closer to her then and she didn't dare to look at his face. Maybe if she didn't look up at his perfect bone structure, gorgeous hair, perfectly proportioned lips and drooling over biceps then she won't have to worry about her thinking about things...and Remy. Yeah, sure. Well, that plan wasn't working. "you should give it some thought. Maybe you can be my assistant for my classes while you think about it." He started to caress a lock of hair that was very close to her face. She could feel the heat coming from his fingers and she almost wish that he would pull at that lock of hair and get her closer to him so that she could see if that heat was only on his hands or all over him.

She took a second to swallow and to not let him see how nervous he was making her

" I think that is a good idea actually, but..I'm training with Logan now and I don't know what times I won't be training." Yeah, lame excuse. She knew that.

"oh really?!" his excitement scared her " Great! I run a self defense class. If you are already familiar with the Danger Room than you can help me with that." he walked away form her and wrote her name on the roster next to his.

"What?! No! I can't do that." she said from behind him.

"Why not?" he turned to face her. Was he pouting? Man, he looked cute!

"I just.."

"You've been there before right?"

"Yeah.."

"I'm sure you know how to run the computer and that you have done self defense training before" he said cutting her off.

"Well, yea but.."

"No buts." he said cutting her off again. He took both her hand on his and place them on his chest. "Please help me chere! You would be perfect!" Had he felt the electrical shock that ran trough her at his touch? His eyes were so big and pleading, and he looked so damn cute!

She mutter something he didn't quite hear.

"What was that?" he said leaning closer.

"I said fine" she said trough clenched teeth. He got all excited and actually hugged her! HE HUGGED HER. This was probably her first hug since...well, a while.

"Thank you chere! You won't regret this I promise" He let her go and took all the papers they were working on from the table and murmured something about taking them back to stromy. She knew that he took them to Storm before she had a chance to change her mind. Smart man.

Once he left she just stood there not knowing what to think about the whole situation. Why did she accept to do this? Her? In the Danger Room with Remy? She was out of her mind that was a fact. But the question was. Was he Crazy too? And talking about crazy. The moment Remy left the room she could hear it again. It was like voices in the distance, like whispers that were not really there. It was the reason why she had survived and the reason why Logan asked for her and the Danger Room to get more acquainted.

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