A/N: Happy New Year! I thought I would start 2013 with my first ever story. I'm planning for it to only be a 2-parter at this point. I hope everyone likes it and reviews to let me know if it's any good! Thanks for taking time to check it out ;)

Summary: Rogue is reluctantly dragged to a formal school dance by Jubilee. When no one asks Rogue to dance for fear of her skin, she decides to leave. That's when Logan shows up and he leaves everyone gawking. Can he make her night a little better? Rogan. Rated T for some language.

Rogan Fan
The Dance
Chapter 1

'Ah don't know why Ah even came to this damn dance. Ah knew Ah would just be miserable. Who wants ta dance with a girl who could kill ya with her skin? Nobody that's who.'

No one had asked Rogue to dance the whole night and she was about to leave as soon as she was sure Jubes wouldn't notice. Jubilation Lee. She loved that girl to death but right now she just wanted to strangle her. She was the reason Rogue was at the school social tonight. She was the one that dragged Rogue out of her comfy lounge clothes after Rogue had decided that a day of snuggling in bed with her favorite book would be the best thing to do while the lower level of the school was transformed into a dance club for the evening, complete with loud music, strobe lights, and gyrating couples.

'At least it's not a gym with girls lined up on one wall and the boys another… though perhaps Ah would fit in better there.' She thought sadly.

She sighed and looked down at her lap. Jubes really did do a great job with Rogue's tousled and curled hair, subtle but sexy makeup, and black satin nails. She even had a magnificent outfit specifically for Rogue: A long silky black sleeveless dress with corset and green lace over top the skirt and matching opera length black silk gloves. The beautiful skirt of the dress was pinned at her hip creating a sexy accent for her natural curves and a subtle peek at her long lean legs. She couldn't help the ebbing of her frustration with her best friend's poking and prodding when the dress was pulled from the closet followed by black lacy pumps with delicate bows to be tied around the ankles. She remembered looking at her image in the mirror, with mixed emotions: hope that someone really would be interested in dancing with her and fear that someone would actually ask; she was still so careful not to accidentally touch another person. Jubes had reassured her that everyone would be beside themselves wanting to dance with her and that she would have to use her powers just to get them off.

Rogue smiled remembering her best friend's expressive encouragement. She really did make Rogue feel confidant and even excited to go for once. Unfortunately, the evening had not gone quite the way they both had envisioned. Jubes was very supportive and danced with Rogue and Kitty first thing. She said they were the most important people in her life so they got the first few dances. It had been a lot of fun, but then Kitty and Jubes were swept away by other admirers while Rogue was left to find a place to sit and watch. She had pretty much been tucked away, alone in the corner at one of the tables set for two for the last hour.

She sighed again and made ready to leave when she was surprised by Logan's presence and all thought left her head. She watched as he entered the room, looked around for a brief moment before spotting her and making his way over. She didn't even notice the stillness of the others as they took notice of him as well; all she saw at that moment was Logan walking straight to her wearing a tailored, full piece suit. She noticed that he had even taken the time to trim his sideburns and facial hair. He was always handsome, but this ruggedly sexy, groomed stranger in front of her was simply breathtaking.

'Wow…'

"Hey Kid." His same ole gruff greeting as he plopped down beside her, beer in hand and everything.

Before she had a chance to respond, they heard giggling nearby and turned to see a group of girls huddled close together staring at The Wolverine, whispering and giggling to one another.

"I can hear every word you say ya know." he growled at them, sending them running, blushed expressions of embarrassment on their faces.

"Ah was about to ask who ya were and what ya had done with Logan, but never mind." Rogue chuckled.

He gave her a halfhearted glare before taking a swig of his Molson's.

"Chuck is what happened to me, the bastard. Told me he wouldn't ask me to babysit again for six months if I would wear this monkey suit and chaperone for an hour tonight. Damn. I look like a fuckin' pansy."

Rogue couldn't help but laugh at his sour mood, even if it was completely understandable. The Wolverine simply did not participate in student functions at the school nor did he wear anything more fashionable than denim.

'Probably the Professor's idea of slowly worming Logan into a teachin' job' Rogue thought.

"Logan, ya don't look lahke a pansy. Scott does."

They both looked over at the fearless leader and professor of Automechanics, who was currently wearing a baby blue and white tux and cringed. What the hell had he been thinking? His wife, Dr. Gray had obviously been behind the fruity nightmare, but he still didn't seem to mind the look too much.

"Darlin', he always looks like a pansy, he's just showin' it off tonight. Damn, I can't believe I agreed to this shit."

"Logan, if ya looked lahke a pansy, ya wouldn't have all the girls in here droolin' over ya."

"They're just horny teens, dry humpin' each other in public and getting extra ideas kid."

"Fahne, whatever, but Ah think ya're pullin' off the very ruggedly handsome look just fahne sugah."

She couldn't look at him as she spoke this last bit, even if they were close enough that it wasn't awkward for them to share such simple feelings. They had been through enough from the time he let her climb back in his truck in Laughlin City through the couple years there at the mansion to be that honest with one another. It's just that she was noticing his good looks a little more tonight (who could blame her?) and it unnerved her a bit.

Logan chuckled at her compliment and gave her a sincere half smile while really noticing her for the first time. He had been distracted when he first came in, pissed about his situation, but as always, being with her for a few minutes had calmed him down and he could pay attention to his non-threatening surroundings again.

"Say, why aren't you dancin' with some loser right now? I'm surprised they're not lined up after seein' ya all spiffed up tonight. You beat 'em all away already?"

"That's just it, they're all losers." She replied darkly, his attention not quite unnoticed by her though.

Logan frowned. "Kid, you never think or act like you're better than anyone. No matter how much better you really are. What's up?"

She was watching the dancers, obviously (to Logan anyway) wanting to be one herself.
She sighed, angry at herself for not leaving before Logan showed up, even if she would have had to miss his sexy entrance, it just wasn't worth spilling her guts and getting pitied. He could always tell if something was wrong with her, if she was happy, if she was excited over a book, if she needed a damn punching bag, anything. The bastard.

"It's nothin' Logan, ya know Ah don't dance."

"Hasn't anyone asked you?" His voice serious.
That got him an angry sigh.

"Ya know nobody wants ta get close enough ta dance with a girl with poison skin, one touch and you're in a coma or dead, don't be stupid Logan. Ah don't wanna dance with some hormone ridden jerk who's just gonna stomp all over my feet anyway."

He ignored her insult, knowing it wasn't really him she was angry with.
"Well screw that. Just go ask someone, you'll be surprised how many really wanna dance with ya. They're just too scared of your spit-fire attitude and association with me to do it themselves, the sackless wonders."

She had lowered her head as he began talking, fiddling with her silk-clad fingers.

"Kid?"

"Ah already did Logan." He had never heard her voice so small before. "Three times. They all said they had promised their next dances away already. Ah saw the last guy ask three more girls before one agreed ta dance with him. That's when Ah decided Ah was done."

She heard him growl and smiled at him wistfully.

"Really, it's okay Sugah, Ah can't honestly blame them. Ah wasn't even gonna get out of bed today but Jubilee literally dragged meh here. Ah was just waiting for her ta be distracted so Ah could slip out peacefully when you walked in anyway. But then Ah had to stay long enough to commit the look of you in something other than denim or the X-suit to memory." she chuckle to him.

If he hadn't been so pissed he would have noticed how cute the sound coming from her rosy lips was instead of how the pain still showed in her eyes through the joke.

'Damn she's tough' he thought. Any other girl would have run crying for the ice-cream way before now. He was such an idiot for not seeing it before; if any of the guys in this room had any real dicks, there really would have been a line to dance with her tonight. She was getting way too good at hiding the pain that came with being shunned for her skin. He knew everyone really liked Rogue, but they had seen what she could do with one touch, to The Wolverine nonetheless. He still remembered feeling half dead when he woke up in the medical bay days after stabbing her in his sleep. He also remembered the look in her eyes every time someone flinched away from her after that. Everyone except Jubilee, he was thankful for that and never gave her a hard time simply for her loyalty to Rogue.

He watched her as she once again looked after the dancing couples moving around the room and something in his chest tightened. She deserved so much more. She was just a kid who wanted nothing more that to be accepted and touched. No one would have blamed her for being bitter and angry about her isolating skin, but she wasn't. She held too much pain in, but never let it out on others and did everything in her power to welcome new students and help out around the mansion. She wasn't a pushover either though. He had seen her tear into one of the boys her age for poking fun at a younger student; the bully had almost wet his pants. No one matched her in her lessons or training either. The latter probably had more to do with Logan's determination that she be able to protect herself with or without her power than anything else though. His training with Rogue was why the Professor wanted him to take a teaching position so badly, training the other students as well, but he just didn't stick around constantly the way a regular job called for.

As he watched her, he realized just how often he was away. She had matured more than he had realized, obviously due to the time span between visits. He always kept in touch with her on the road, but hearing her voice didn't give him any indication of the increasing beauty she possessed. Two years was nothing to his ageless perception, but for a growing kid, it sure made a difference. His gaze swept over the porcelain skin of her shoulders; the corset style dress hugging her enticing breasts, slender waist, and blooming hips; the bunched skirt revealing strong lean legs. He noticed the subtle makeup that enhanced her green eyes and beauty instead of reducing it like most girls' caked on mess. Her soft, tousled hair begged him to run his rough hands through it. It must have took hours of preparation for tonight, anticipation only building with every step, just to be wasted on scared little boys.

He was surprised by his changing thoughts of the kid, but they did nothing but reinforce his belief that she deserved to have a wonderful night, full of memories of dizzying spinning and sore feet.

He stood and extended his hand toward her. "C'mon Marie. Dance with me."

She looked up in surprise. 'Did he just say…"

"C'mon, I'm gonna show those idiotic dipshits what they're missing out on."

"N – No Logan, really Ah d-don't– "

"Marie, give me your hand before I grab you and carry you to that dance floor myself. You know I'll do it."

She just crossed her arms and glared at him for his audacity.

"Fine."

She jumped up as he made for her waist.

"Okay! Okay! Jeez Logan, ya always this pushy?" she asked, taking his hand.

"No. I don't usually ask first."