DISCLAIMER: The following scenes are based on the movies listed, not on the book (if there is one) the movie is based on. I also added my own twists and take on certain characters. It's more like fan fiction than anything else. --You can laugh all you want! 
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Logan tossed and turned in bed, dreaming a nightmare. Trapped in the shadow of a memory.
The door to his bedroom opened. Marie, a.k.a. Rogue, had a determined look on her face as she entered the room. Her hands and arms were bare, missing the gloves she usually wore during the day. She wore a nightgown.
"Logan," she whispered urgently to Wolverine. "Logan, wake up. You're having a bad dream."
She moved to his bedside and reached out as if to shake him awake- but stopped before she could touch him. Rogue unconsciously stole other people's powers and life force through uninhibited physical contact, and she didn't want to touch him.
"Logan," she said again, sure she could wake him and release him from his nightmare.
Logan rolled on the bed again. He was muttering in his sleep and seemed to be waking up. Rogue remained fearlessly at his bedside.
"Logan," she said a fourth time, more forcefully.
His response was immediate and automatic. Rogue didn't even have time to scream before his claws shot out from his knuckles and connected with her chest. Her eyes wide, she fought back the looming darkness and gasped for air.
The open doorway began to fill up with other students- kids who'd heard something going on and come to investigate. They looked on in horror as Wolverine's claws stabbed clean through Rogue's chest, showing the tips at her back.
Logan opened his eyes to see a different kind of nightmare before him.
"Rogue," he breathed, looking anguished and sick. Quicky, he retracted his claws and withdrew from her flesh.
Rogue wavered. She could feel her strength waning with the blood pouring from her wounds. Almost as a reflex, she stretched out her shaking hands and gripped Wolverine's forearms, all the while gasping for breath. She could not speak.
Wolverine stiffened. The dots swimming before Rogue's eyes began to clear away. She drew on Logan's amazing recuperative ability. The students watching, transfixed, from the doorway, witnessed with their own eyes as the gashes in Rogue's body healed themselves.
Logan drooped and passed out. Quickly, Rogue withdrew her hands and took a deep, much-needed breath. It hurt her chest to breathe, and her heart was pounding like a drum, but the mortal injury Wolverine had inflicted upon her completely disappeared.
Rogue teetered, then turned and, feeling light-headed and dazed, waded through the crowd of students, down the hall, and to her room.
It was a full five seconds before Bobby said, "Somebody go find the Professor. Now."
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