Author's Note: Random drabble. Prompt by in_the_blue from LiveJournal. I'm cleaning up my profile, merging fics, and taking requests for the entire month of December, a fic or a chapter a day. If you want me to update something or write something short and new, visit my LJ linked on the profile. Right at the top.


She was a deadly woman. She had yet to meet a boundary that could truly stop her. Even the Cure lasted for just a few brief weeks before it too was sucked into the ever-swirling whirlpool of her voracious genes.

Logan did a double-take when Rogue started wearing clothes that showed off her skin, unsure whether to be proud or properly horrified. She put on her favorite tank tops and skirts and shorts with only gloves to signal, Look with your eyes, but not your hands.

"Kid, what's with the skin?"

Rogue shrugged. "I don't know. What's with the claws?"