***Note: I'm going to start writing characters that have accents (i.e. Rogue, Logan, Pyro, Gambit, etc..) with their accents. It's not easy!***

Title: Have a Heart

Date: Tuesday, second day of class

11:40 AM

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngster's - Staircase

"Rogue," Bobby reached out and grasped her wrist, an action that would have nearly killed him just four short months ago. "Come on, let's talk."

"There ain't nothin' to talk about, Bobby." Her voice was cold and quip, not a tone she'd used until recently.

He frowned and dropped her hand. "Would you like to explain to me the sudden jealousy over Kitty? She's just a friend, Rogue."

"Oh," Rogue chuckled darkly. "Yeah, and Ah'm jus' from the south." She rolled her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means there's somethin' more to it than yer tellin' meh!" Her voice broke on the last words. Rogue took in a breath of air and cleared her throat. Ah'm not gonna cry, Ah'm not gonna cry, she repeated in her thoughts.

A look of slight shock displayed Bobby's face, he quickly rid of it by briefly closing his eyes and shaking his head. "No, Rogue. You're wrong. Look, Kitty's going through some stuff. She's taking Xavier's death really hard, I-"

"Weh all are takin' his death hard, Bobby!" Rogue snapped. "Kitty ain't goin' through anythin' the rest of us aren't."

Frustrated, Bobby stared at his girlfriend, letting out a strained breath. "I'm not fighting with you over this."

"Ah nevuh asked you to."

"Rogue," Bobby groaned, he ran a hand over his face. "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything."

Her eyes narrowed. "This ain't about doin'," She snarled. "This is about bein'."

"What?"

"You shouldn't have to do anythin' to prove you're mah boyfrien'," She explained. "It should nevuh have came to that."

Bobby came closer to her, placing his hands on either side of her hips and looked into her hazel eyes. "You know how I feel about you."

Rogue stared back. "Do Ah?" She challenged.

They stared at each other, the tension of an even larger fight threatening. Bobby searched for some clue written on Rogue's face. Some secret reasoning behind her insecurity of his loyalty to her. She was his girlfriend, not Kitty. And Bobby would never cheat, it wasn't in his nature.

"Look," Rogue finally broke the silence between them. "Ah have alot of homework, and Ah gotta fin' a chem'stry partnuh. You think abou' all this and get back to meh." She turned and walked up the steps towards her room.

Bobby, turned back into the kitchen, scratching his head. "Has anybody seen Kitty?'

12:03 PM

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters - Jet Garage

"Sonuvabitch," Logan growled, forming the phrase into one word. He stared at the steaming engine before him wondered how in the hell Domino had managed this. The jet in itself was banged up and the engine was shot to hell. For whatever reason Ororo had agreed to let Domino fly, Logan hoped she knew what she was doing.

He set to work, pulling out pieces that were too destroyed to be fixed. It wasn't long before he found himself covered in grease and sweating. Domino was never coming near this thing ever again. And she owed him a beer. Although the work was a tad on the annoying side, Logan felt a little pleased with himself. At least he was doing something to help out around here. And at least 'Ro wasn't making him teach anything. He smiled a little at Storm's lack of hesitation to order him around.

No beatin' 'round the bush with that one, he thought. Then chuckled to himself, "Literally."

Logan leaned out of the engine and wiped his sweating forehead, streaking grease acrossed it. Walking to the workshop table and bench, he grabbed his beer and took a long swig.

"When yah gonna let her go, huh?"

Leave it to his subconscious to bring Jean into his thoughts of Ororo. He growled a little, trying to push down the memory. 'Ro had shoved him back, trying to get him to realize what he was about to do.

"I can't!" He'd growled and grabbed her. She wasn't shaken or scared, she didn't beg him to let her go in his too-tight grip.

"Cuz you love her." It was a statement. A statement in an angry voice.

Logan shook his head, making his bitter memory fade. But the pissed off look on Ororo's face lingered. Guilt started to build around his heart as he thought more and more of how right 'Ro was. He'd betrayed them, in a sense, by running out. He'd even..

"You'd die for them?"

"Not for them,"He'd answered. "For you...for you. I love you."

He frowned at himself, An' then yah stab her in the gut.

Logan downed the rest of his beer and turned back to the jet. The more he worked, the less he thought of Jean.