Hello and Hola! This is a take on what Rogue was up to during the first film. I know that we all know that Anna was to busy filming Margaret at the same time, which i still haven't seen, but Rogue must've been doing something, right? I mean, she did appear at the very end... So we know she didn't pull a Scott, nor will pull a Xavier.

Disclaimer: Sadly, i own nothing, the only gain in this is having fun a a few (less than few) reviews, so i owe every small bit of fun that this is to be to Marvel and Fox

Ch1 prologue

"I want to be able to touch people, Logan, a hug a handshake, a kiss." She said, looking straight at him. She knew that he always tried to understand, but they were very different. Her eyes were not wondering, she looked firmly, waiting for the Wolverine to talk back, not knowing if he was going to be supportive or not.

"I hope you're not doing this for some boy" he told her. She sort of expected that, even though Bobby had nothing to do with this. She thought of Bobby for a few seconds. She knew things between them would not change whether she got the cure or not. She also knew that Bobby didn't love her anymore. But she understood, he was a boy, and a teenager, add the circumstances and all he thinks about is sex. She came back to reality when she heard Logan talking again.

"Listen, if you wanna go, then go, just be sure it's what you want." Those words hung in the air. What you want, it might sound a bit sappy, but he was right. She should do it only if it was what she really wanted, and she was so positive about that. She hesitated before talking again,

"Shouldn't you be telling me to stay? To go upstairs and unpack? " she looked at him. She noticed a small sigh. She knew that he was going to be the one to understand, however, the moment of talking to him was still very difficult. Then he cleared something up that she had been wondering for a very long time,

"I'm not your father, I'm your friend." She took that sentence to heart. Even though in the last couple of years when he was around she looked at him as a father figure, she hadn't been certain if he thought so too. He had saved her, in more than one way, from herself, from danger, from death.

"Just think about what I said, Rogue" he commented, making to leave.

"Marie" she responded fast, she didn't hesitate to correct him.

"Marie" he repeated. He started walking away. Now, more than ever, she was more determined than ever about her decision. After she was not able to see his jacket anymore, she turned at the door.

The doorknob seemed to stand there insulting her. Mocking her for being so weak. She took a deep breath, she knew what she wanted. Nothing would stand between them, her and her decision that is. Pushing all the doubts from the voices in her head, she turned the knob, the metal was stiff and cold, she couldn't help thinking about Bobby.

Was it her, or did the knob get colder? She looked back. There was no one around, which was odd for the usually swarming crowd in all the building. Most of them were in the TV room, the few that were on speaking terms with their parents had been called home, to persuade them of the cure. The adults kept talking about what should be done now, Jeans condition and whatnot.

She closed the door slowly, the creakiness of it seemed to say something to her. But she wasn't listening. This was what she wanted. She craved the only thing she couldn't have. But that is all about to change.

As she walked to the front gate, she thought about the good things of the institute. Bad memories swelled inside her, and the good memories also set in. But she didn't trust memories, she knew some of those memories she had no to right to have them, and instead of mixing herself thinking of the past. She knew that the next best thing was to live the moment, and ignore the voices in her head. If she paid attention, they'd get the better of her.

She walked slowly to the train station, ready to take a very long ride to San Francisco to get the cure. Thank god for Worthington Labs.

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