Rogue sat in the front seat of the truck between the two most important men in her life. On the driver's side sat her father, Logan. On the passenger's side sat her Uncle Wade, who wasn't really an uncle all. And rogue was stuck in between the two to prevent her escape. To say she was unhappy would be a gross understatement, she was absolutely livid. Her green eyes only saw red and she was feeling murderous.

The old pickup truck pulled up to an extreamly large and ornate gate. Logan leaned out his window and pushed the little blue button on the intercom. There was a moment of static before a chipper female voice spoke.

"Welcome to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters, how can I help you?" the voice asked.

"Let me in red." Logan barked at the box.

"Hey Logan!" the voice said happily before the gates opened.

Rogue crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. "Aww come on rogue." wade said beside her. "Don't be like that."

Rogue remained silent; she had been giving the two men the silent treatment for the last two days. And while it didn't bother Logan one bit it ate at Wade like a rapid flesh eating disease, which in turn caused him to act out more than usual and drive Logan crazy. All in all rogue and Logan were the only ones in a sour mood while Wade was still in his ever-constant sunny disposition.

Logan pulled the truck up to the front doors and put it in park. Logan and Wade both exited the cab of the truck while rogue remained in her seat eyes straight ahead of her as. She knew she was being childish but it was either this or blatantly disobey her father.

"Get out of the car rogue." Logan said gruffly. "Now." he added with a growl when she didn't move.

Rogue turned her head to look at him. "Ya can't make me stay here." She said in her distinctive southern drawl.

"Wanna bet darlin'?" he asked her.

For being only eight years old rogue was already braver then most people in the world. Not many people survived a confrontation with the wolverine and lived to tell the tale. The little girl fixed a glare on him cold enough to give frost bite. She was about to retort when a hand from the other side of the car yanked her out and set her on the pavement. "Let go o' me Wade!" she yelled at the mercenary. Another man who was seldom called out. Both terrifying men looked down at the little girl who was currently scowling up at them. If she hadn't been so mad the men would have laughed at her, but both had quickly learned early on that just like her mother and father she wasn't one to upset.

The door to the institute opened to reveal a man in a wheel chair; behind him were a few teenagers. One was pretty with long red hair; she stood next to the boy who wore ruby sunglasses. Behind the disabled man was a beautiful African goddess who looked to be only about fourteen. All smiling at them, though every now and then one of them would give a worried glance to wade.

Rogue looked over her shoulder before turning back to her father and uncle. "Ya aint leavin' me." She stated simply, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hey! Don't worry; we will be back in a few days." Wade said while removing her bag from the bed of the truck. He set it down beside his own feet.

"Ah'm not stayin' here!" she yelled at him. She turned back to Logan, her anger completely gone replaced by a look of innocence and big puppy dog eyes. "Daddy," it was one word and she knew it held the power to make the gruff man do anything she wanted.

But Logan was prepared for this and cut her off before he fell for it, again. "Not this time rogue, you're stayin' here with the x-men. They will keep you safe." He said. Logan walked toward her and bent down on one knee in front of her. He grabbed her shoulders and forced eye contact. "I'll be back for you." He told her earnestly.

The ever stubborn rogue looked away, willing the tears back. "if ya don' come back for me Ah'll never forgive ya." She said.

"Don't worry stripes." He told her, using the nickname he had for her. The reason he called her stripes was because she had two distinctive white strips of hair that framed her face.

Rogue had been taught that tears were a sign of weakness and thus refused to cry. "Ah'll be waitin'." She said before giving her father a quick hug and turning away. With a stony face she went to retrieve her bag from beside wade before going to stand next to Xavier.

Logan sighed and climbed back into the truck with wade right behind him. With a last glance at rogue he drove off and out of sight. Rogue stood next to the X-men glaring after her father. "Why don't we get you settled in?" Xavier said. "Scott will you please grab her bags."

The boy with the sunglasses nodded and picked up her bag from beside her feet. "Don't worry sweetie, Logan will be fine." The red head said giving her a reassuring smile.

"It aint him Ah'm worried about." Rogue said. She knew what her father did, and right now he was off hunting his half brother victor, her uncle. Wade, though she called him uncle, was like his best friend though he would never admit it to anyone.

Rogue followed the x-men inside their large mansion and was quiet impressed with how much bigger it looked on the inside. Scott led her up the stairs to a small room with a single bed. It wasn't very extravagant but rogue had never been brought up in high society and was pleased with her quarters. After her room, Scott showed her around the mansion where they finally came to the rec room.

There was shouting from the room and when they entered. There was a large furry blue beast holding up two boys not much older than rogue. "What's the problem here hank?" Scott asked the beast.

"It seems that Mr. Lebeau and Mr. Yoshida are having a confliction of opinions." The beast said with a hint of sophistication. In one hand a short oriental boy, in the other hand a taller boy with startling red and black eyes. Both boys were glaring daggers at each other, apparently conflicting opinions meant they were attempting a battle to the death and were caught.

"What was it about this time?" He asked rubbing his temples. Apparently this happened often.

"This filthy American bastard child stole the remote." The Japanese buy spat out.

"S'il vous plait, ya weren't even watchin' the TV." The Cajun countered.

"I was too!" Yoshida yelled. Rogue could already see where this was going.

With a mischievous grin the Cajun started the inevitable. "Were no'."

"Enough!" the beast said shaking them. They both turned silent but neither broke their heated glare at the other.

"Look Shiro, you aren't the only person here, you need to learn to share. Remy," Scott sighed not know where to start. "You just need to stop being a little shit."

"Embrassez mon âne vous petite chienne." Remy said as hank let him go but received a quick smack on the head from the blue mutant.

Rogue in the mean time had made herself comfortable on the couch and was currently channel surfing. Both Shiro and Remy turned to the girl. "And what do you think you're doing?" Shiro asked her.

"Ah think I'm lookin' for somethin' ta watch." She told him obviously.

"Give me the remote. I was here first." He said handing out his hand.

Rogue never looked away from the TV as she continued to flip through the channels. "Come on chere, give Remy the remote." He told her in his squeaky pubescent voice.

"Not happenin'." She told them as she settled on a hockey game.

Shiro stepped in front of the television, blocking her view. "From where I'm standing, it looks like you're out numbered." He said as Remy went to stand beside him. Rogue found it amusing that they could come together after trying to kill each other only seconds ago.

"Boys-" Scott started but was cut off.

"Well from where Ah'm sittin' ah aint real worried about it." She said staring them down.

Rogue lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling, it had been a long day and tomorrow didn't promise to be any better. She had gained two more enemies, the devil eyed Cajun and the high and mighty Yoshida. They had started calling her the skunk because of her, unique hair. For this they had each received black eyes and now she was in trouble as well.

Rogue lay there a few more minutes before she got out of bed to get her secret phone that her mother had given her. She was told that if she ever needed her that to call her on that phone. Rogue pulled out the phone from her bag and dialed the number she knew by heart. She waited with bated breath while the phone rang.

"Hello." Came her mother's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Mamma, daddy left me with the x-men. Come get me." She told her.

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