A/N: Ok, so this is my very first X-Men fic, so I sure hope everyone likes it. Please Read and Review! I'm SOOOO addicted to reviews! I LOVE hearing what you have to say (good or bad), so please remember to review! Also, I don't know anything about the X-Men world (i.e. comics or what's to come after X2) outside of what they show in the movies so please be gentle if some of my facts are slightly off.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men or any of its characters, this is just for fun!

Time Frame: This story begins immediately after the group returns to the mansion after losing Jean at Alkali Lake, Logan and Scott are still in with the Professor (the scene at the end of X2) and Logan is having a VERY hard time dealing with her death.

Characters: This is a Logan/Rogue fic mostly. The other characters will no doubt make appearances, but it's mainly Logan and Rogue and it will be a romantic involvement so if you're not a fan of that pairing then you may not like this fic, consider yourself warned;o) LOL!

Special thanks go to 'UKTara' for proofing this for me! Thanks girl you're awesome!

My Immortal

Chapter 1

Rogue had been pacing outside the professor's office for nearly an hour already, her frustration building with every passing moment.

"What on earth can they be talking about that would take so damn long?" She grumbled under her breath as she felt her curiosity begin to take over. She'd been working with the professor and Dr. Grey for several weeks on trying to curb it and keep it under control but so far it appeared as though she was having no luck. Her curiosity always seemed to get the better of her and always seemed to get her into nothing but trouble. But this time, she didn't care, all she knew now was that Logan was on the other side of that door and wherever he was concerned, she felt the need to know everything.

She wasn't stupid, she was smart enough to see that Dr. Greys' death was affecting him more than he was letting on, but her love for him combined with her youth and innocence wouldn't allow her to leave him be. She wanted to be the one to comfort him; she wanted to be the one to bring him through this hard time. To hold him close, listen if he wanted to talk (however unlikely that might be), and to heal the hurt he was undoubtedly feeling inside. The fact that he'd gone straight in to see the professor upon their return to the mansion made her writhe inside with an agony that was slowly eating her alive, agony of not being with him and of seeing him mourn so terribly for someone he loved, someone, that wasn't her.

"Come on Logan, come on," she urged quietly as she continued to pace, her boots clicking impatiently on the hard wooden floor outside the professor's office. She'd been tracing her steps there for so long she wondered if she might eventually wear a groove in the floor if she continued much longer, but after a moments contemplation, realized that was silly, surely the glossy finish on the dark mahogany hall was more durable than that.

She continued to pace, finally pausing when it appeared that no one was around, she placed her ear gently against the large mahogany door trying to hear what might be going on inside. She listened intently trying hard to block out the shrieks of laughter that came from the kids playing foosball down the hall. After several moments she thought she heard her name mentioned, surely that was the professors voice, then followed a lower, gruffer voice that was unmistakably Logan's, and although she couldn't make out what he said she knew it was him, for she would recognize his voice anywhere.

"Maybe he's declaring his hidden love for me," she whispered to herself, then laughed at the thought of Logan declaring his undying love for anyone, let alone her. Quickly quieting her giggles she went back to listening at the door trying desperately to grasp even one word that might tell her what they were talking about.

"Rogue we need to talk."

She whirled around quickly to see Bobby standing behind her at the bottom of the stairs, she tried her best to look innocent, though she knew she looked guilty as sin in such a compromising position.

"Rogue?" Bobby questioned, his forehead crinkling in confusion.

"Bobby!" She exclaimed in surprise, "what are you doing here?"

He looked at her quizzically, but as he stepped closer the little crinkle that had formed between his eyebrows, quickly faded and curled into a small smile, "I could ask you the same question."

She only tilted her head to the side trying to look adoring, hoping that maybe, if she was lucky, she could charm her way out of this awkward situation.

"Looks like you're spying to me," Bobby smirked sarcastically as he proceeded toward the door to see what was so interesting, "hmmm, I wonder what could be so interesting in the professor's office?"

"Nothing!" Rogue quickly spat, "you know me, I'm just always interested in seeing what everyone is up to." She quickly reached out her long slender arm clasping her gloved hand around Bobby's, "come on," she urged, desperately wanting to get him away from the door before he figured out what she was up to, or even worse, before the professor came out.

"No no no." Bobby stood firmly planted outside the large double doors and she could tell he had no intentions of going anywhere until he knew what had gotten her attention. He quickly leaned over placing his ear quietly against the door and began to listen.

Rogue just stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do, she knew once Bobby found out what was in that room that there'd be trouble. He'd always been jealous of Logan and the relationship she had with him, or, was trying to have with him, she'd never been very good at concealing her feelings especially where Logan was concerned. She and Bobby had grown close in the time that Logan was away, but upon his return, tensions grew and jealously began to rage, and after their failed attempt at a first kiss several days before Rogue began to wonder if there was ever any hope for this relationship.

After several moments lost in thought she was quickly snapped back to the present when Bobby suddenly jerked back from the door, "damn it Rogue! God! I should've known!" His voice was hurt filled and angry and she could see it written all over his face, he knew what was in the professors' office, or in actuality he knew who was in the professors' office.

"Bobby I'm sorry!" She pleaded as he walked away angrily.

"You know what Rogue," Bobby turned back to face her, his boyish charm completely dissolved by the fury that was flooding through him, "I came down here to talk to you about us, but now," his words trailed off as the anger melted from his face, replaced by pure and simple hurt.

"Bobby please!" Rogue cried out as she began feeling the tears filling her eyes and she struggled to hold them back, she may not have loved Bobby, but she certainly had no intention of ever hurting him.

"No! You know what Rogue," the way he said her name made her wish she were invisible, "I knew, I knew after that kiss that this was never going to work, I mean, how can I be with someone with poison skin?" He threw her mutation back at her as if he truly believed it were a curse of some sort. She'd always believed this was the case, but Bobby especially had always insisted that it wasn't, that something good would come from it, that God would never create someone to deliberately be cursed. So when he screamed what she had always believed to be the truth at her, she crumpled to the floor unable to stand under her own power any longer.

"That was a low blow Bobby," she whimpered, trying to stop the tears that were flowing freely now.

"I'm sorry Rogue," he replied his voice empty, void of any real sorrow, "but this can never work, I can't be with someone who I can never touch and who can never touch me," he hesitated as if unsure whether or not to go on, "and…" his words trailed off again leaving a deafening silence between them.

She looked up at him, her eyes blurred by the stinging tears that filled them, unable to believe that this was the same boy who only days ago was professing his love for her and begging her to kiss him regardless of the consequences. She sat motionless on the hard wood floor, it was warm to the touch but she couldn't feel it, everything just felt empty and cold. And as if she didn't feel bad enough, she somehow knew that he wasn't finished, Bobby had more to say and her instincts told her it wouldn't be good.

"And?" Rogue dared to ask, forcing herself to look up into his icy blue eyes, waiting for the inevitable blow that was to come.

"And," Bobby began coldly, "I can't be with someone who will never love me."

His head dropped and his eyes fixated on the floor unable to meet her gaze any longer.

"What?" She whispered in confusion, her eyes shrinking to mere slits trying to understand where he was going with this, "Bobby I… I don't understand."

"Give it up Rogue!" he spat angrily, "it's so obvious you're in love with him! How can I compete with that! With that… that… that thing!" Bobby's hand flew furiously out in front of him as he pointed at the giant door behind her and she knew what he meant, and she knew he was right.

"Bobby I…" She tried one more time to somehow make things right, to somehow make him understand that she'd never meant to hurt him, but as his final words came hurling at her, slicing through her like knives in warm butter, she knew there was nothing she could say to make it right. So she just sat there and waited for it.

"He'll never love you ya know? You're just gonna get hurt Rogue, he's an animal, animals aren't capable of love, they just use you and move on, if they don't eat you first!" Bobby turned and slowly walked away leaving Rogue in a crumpled heap on the floor, but just when she thought that it couldn't possibly get any worse he turned to look back at her once more and mumbled, "I hope he breaks your heart."

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think, how could Bobby be so cruel? She'd never seen him behave that way before, to anyone, let alone someone he supposedly loved. But the longer she sat there the more she realized that this was all her own doing, he was right, she was in love with Logan, always had been, ever since she'd first laid eyes on him in that cage in Laughlin City something had drawn her to him. Of course there were the obvious things, his rippling biceps, perfect six pack stomach, the most incredible hazel eyes she'd ever seen and of course an ass that wouldn't quit! But there was something else, something inside, something deeper, primal almost. It was the thing that caused her to scream, "look out!" when he was about to be stabbed in the bar, the thing that told her to get into his trailer and hitch a ride, and the thing that told her to believe him when he said he'd be back.

Suddenly there was a rustling behind the door, Rogue hurried to collect herself up off the floor and quickly darted into one of the nearby rooms to pull herself together, she didn't want to be caught eavesdropping and she certainly didn't want to be caught blubbering on the floor in the hall.

She looked at herself in the mirror trying hastily to repair the mascara smudges that had formed around her eyes and now lined her cheeks, then quickly ran her hands through her long dark hair pushing most of it back, only leaving the long stark white streaks hanging loosely in front. She sniffled several times rubbing her nose gently trying to pull herself together, then tested her voice just to make sure it didn't sound like she'd been crying, "hi Logan," she croaked. She cleared her throat quietly, unhappy with her first attempt at sounding normal and tried again. "Hi Logan," she paused forcing herself to smile in the mirror, "much better," she sighed, fighting the urge to burst into tears once more, as she turned to head back out into the hallway hoping to meet Logan when he emerged from the professors office.

She stood there for several moments waiting for the door to open, she could hear them talking softly on the other side hinting that they were almost through. After waiting a bit longer, she finally decided that standing right in front of the door waiting for them to come out would probably appear pretty needy. So she quietly retreated further down the hall only to turn and begin slowly back towards the professors office in an attempt to look like she was casually walking by.

Finally after only a few steps a flood of the younger X-kids flew past her nearly knocking her over in the process. Rogue watched silently from down the hall as they all crowded the professor's door and the kid with the lizard tongue knocked lightly, the doors then swung open and they piled into the office all talking at once.

For a second the hall remained empty but then Scott emerged, his face drawn with sadness, void of his usual cheery smile and cheeks flushed with emotion, she could see how Dr. Grey's death was taking its toll on him and she wished desperately that there was something she could do.

But then he appeared in the doorway and her mind became void of anything else. His rebel without a cause hair was all drawn up into its usual spikes depicting his Wolverine alter-ego, his leather jacket worn and beaten hung open to reveal a half buttoned green shirt that showed off just the right amount of his chest, jeans tight against his skin, silver belt buckle polished and reflecting the dim light in the hall. Rogue could barely contain herself, she had an overwhelming urge to run toward him and throw her arms desperately around him.

But before she had a chance to say or do anything Logan looked over at Scott standing just outside the office and spoke, his voice low and gruff, the words sounding almost forced, "hey, hey, listen," he began slowly, "she did make a choice, it was you."

Scott only looked back at him briefly with no response, no facial expression to show that he'd even heard him, he just turned and walked away. Rogue wasn't sure what that was all about, nor was she sure about what they had talked about for so long in the professors office, all she knew was that her heart was breaking, it was breaking for Jean, for Bobby, for Scott and for Logan and all she wanted at that moment was to wrap herself in his embrace and feel safe. She always felt safe when she was with him and at that moment she could think of nothing else.

"Logan!" She finally managed to find her voice and called out to him.

His head snapped up to look at her, expressionless.

Her heart sank at his disinterest, but she wasn't about to give up that quickly so she tried again, running down the hall toward him, "Logan are you alright?"

"Fine," he responded blankly, walking past her toward the stairs.

"Um," Rogue tried again hoping for more than a one word answer this time, "can I talk to you?" She began to follow him up the stairs toward his room.

"Sure, talk," he snapped back, ascending the stairs two at a time.

"Wow two words this time," she smiled trying to make light of his obvious fowl mood.

This he only regarded with a growl from deep within.

Rogue could feel her desire to continue this conversation fading quickly, maybe it would be better to just try again another time. But then he said something that caused her heart to drop into her stomach and she stopped dead in her tracks.

"I'm leavin' kid," he grunted, continuing toward his room without falter.

"Yer, yer," Rogue stuttered to try and get the words out, her shock taking control of her motor functions leaving her stalled on the stairway, "yer leavin'?"

"That's what I said," he snarled back, without so much as a look behind him at the shell of a girl he'd left standing there.

Rogue just stood there, her mind racing with thoughts but feeling helpless to let them out, finally after a few moments she heard Logan's bedroom door slam shut and she bolted up the stairs after him. Flying down the hallway she threw open his door causing it to slam into the wall behind with a bang, leaving a large circular hole where the knob made contact.

"Jesus Christ Kid! What the hell are you doin'?" Logan growled as she entered the room.

"You're just gonna leave? That's it? That's your answer!" She was finding it so hard to keep her emotions in check and a tear finally escaped down her cheek but she quickly brushed it away in anger.

"Hey, I never said I was stayin' for good! I don't owe anyone here anything!" He shot back at her fiercely.

Rogue hesitated for a moment trying to collect her thoughts to answer when finally she spat, "we're all going to miss her Logan! You're not the only one who lost her you know!" After the words had escaped her lips she regretted them immediately. The look on Logan's face spoke volumes and she new she'd struck a nerve.

"Don't you ever talk about her!" He snarled back, his eyes becoming mere slits as his forehead wrinkled with his increasing anger, his fists clenched, instantly flying down towards the floor and before she knew it his adamantium claws had flown out ready for a fight.

"You wanna fight me Logan!" She screamed angrily, ripping off her long black silken gloves revealing her bare skin underneath, "come on then! Let's go!"

Clenching her fists tightly Rogue lifted her hands taking a fighting stance, ready to take him on if she had too, even though she knew inside it would be a fruitless effort. She didn't stand a chance against the Wolverine and she knew it, but she was so angry with him that it didn't matter, if he wanted to go, she was ready.

For a moment she almost thought she caught a glint of a smile cross his face in amusement, but as quickly as it came it was gone again and Logan flew across the room toward her forcing her angrily back up against the wall and slamming his fists, claws first into the wooden picture frame on either side of her head. There he held her, pinning her tightly, her heart racing, unsure of his next move.

"Don't tempt me kid," he snarled angrily, looking deep into her brown eyes that were desperately searching his for some sort of reasoning behind his irrational behavior, but this time his eyes were dark and only filled with rage. Usually when she would look in them, it was like she could see straight into his soul, almost as though their encounter on Liberty Island had somehow bonded them eternally, somehow giving her the ability to see through him. She'd always had a piece of him lodged inside her head, ever since that night in his bedroom when she'd woken him from that terrible nightmare. It was like some part of him had remained, and somehow that little piece had allowed her to see parts of his inner being that he'd never allowed anyone else to see. But now she could see nothing, his eyes were empty, like he'd been robbed of all that made him human, only leaving that primal, animal side of him behind.

"Don't tempt you?" Rogue growled back, continuing to search furiously for some sign that her Logan was still somewhere inside this beast looming before her, "you forget that I could kill you with a simple touch," she finished, lifting her bare hands for him to see. She'd never thought it would come to this, Marie and Logan threatening each other like fighters in a cage, the Rogue and the Wolverine, no love, no fear, no remorse.

But then his face softened for a moment, as he looked down at the soft creamy pale skin that waved before him. Her hands, Rogue's hands, Marie's hands, he couldn't remember if he'd ever seen them ungloved before. 'No wait', he thought, silently remembering when they'd first met and she'd devoured that jerky like she hadn't eaten in weeks. She'd been so young and innocent then, timid and shy like a delicate flower that could easily break if handled to roughly, but now… he thought for a moment staring back at the woman standing before him. Her eyes were filled with rage, undoubtedly due to his rough treatment of her in the past few minutes, her hands still held steady in front of his face prepared if necessary to land squarely on his jaw, if the situation so called for it.

'Had he done this to her?' He wondered. Had he somehow tainted that beautiful flower with his unrelenting anger? Is this how he'd chosen to deal with his grief over Jean? To alienate the only other person in this god forsaken world that he cared about? His claws instantly retracted, once again hiding behind their human shell, his mutation repairing the damaged skin almost instantly as he lowered his hands backing away from her slowly.

Shocked at his sudden submission Rogue let her hands drop to her sides and stared in silent confusion at the man in front of her. He turned and continued throwing his few belongings into a brown duffle bag without at word.

Rogue could only stand there and watch, her emotions fighting to gain control but she was strong to hold them back not wanting him to see that his cruelty was silently tearing her apart.

Finally after several moments in an icy silence she managed a bare whisper, afraid to hear the response, "when will you be back?"

Logan's silhouette fell still, for a moment not moving, his hands hovering in midair clasped around the shirt he'd just picked up, "maybe never kid," he finally replied, not turning to look at her.

She let out a small whimper as a solitary tear finally escaped and trickled down her cheek. Waiting for only a moment, she hoped desperately that he'd say something else, perhaps take back the words he'd just spoken and decide to stay. But deep down she knew he wouldn't, she knew him all to well, he was in her head, and she knew that once he'd made the decision to leave he would never turn back. So when she didn't think she could stand to look at him a moment longer, she turned and bolted out into the hall.

Only moments after she was gone Logan turned to see the empty space left in her absence, he sniffed the air several times still able to smell her sweet scent lingering and it nearly tore him apart.

"Aarrgghh!" He let out a blood curdling roar that could be felt throughout the entire school. He should have known better than to get involved with these people, making any kind of bonds with anyone was never anything but trouble. He'd always known that getting to close to anyone just made you vulnerable and now he was experiencing that first hand, first he'd lost Jean, and now he'd lost Rogue as well.

He had to get out of there, that place was killing him. Quickly grabbing the last of his few belongings, he stalked toward the door with no intentions of ever coming back, it just wasn't worth it, you were better off on your own, no one to answer to and no one to worry about but yourself, just the way he liked it.

But just as he was about to pass through the doorway out into the hall something caught his eye, he hesitated turning to look back, his gaze instantly dropping to the floor. His brow furrowed as he stepped back into the centre of the room and knelt to pick up the dainty black silken gloves that still lay there, she must have forgotten them. The delicate fabric draped softly over his strong hands and he could instantly smell her everywhere around him, her scent permeating every part of him as though she were still in the room.

He let his bag drop with a clunk to the floor as he fingered the tiny gloves brushing his thumb over the white embroidered letter 'R' on the back of the left one. He remembered when she'd gotten that particular pair, she'd specifically gone and had the embroidery done to remind herself that she was 'The Rogue', the untouchable. He'd always hated that she called herself that, though he had resorted to using the nickname like everyone else, he'd always preferred Marie. For a moment he considered taking them down the hall to her room and giving them back, but as his mind reflected over the last few minutes they'd spent together, he decided against it slipping them into his jacket pocket and heading out of his room for the last time.

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