*I don't own the X-men. That wonderful privilege belongs to Marvel Comics. No money is being made off this story. Please don't sue.*

At first I wasn't gonna post this, but after much self debate, I figured what the hell. Love it or hate it, it's all good. No hard feelings.

*Contains mild violence and humor.*

Part One

Rogue laid on her bed looking at the ceiling. She was unable to sleep. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the dream she had the night before. Although the dream was very vague, it had managed to plague her most of the day. Rogue closed her eyes and tired to envision the dream. She seen herself as a small child desperately trying to reach someone that was being carried off in a stretcher. As she struggled through the crowd of screaming children an unseen hand prevented her from getting closer to the person the EMTs were carrying off. She opened her eyes and the tears began to fall. Who was she trying to reach and why was someone holding her back? Rogue tried her best to remember, but she couldn't. None of this made any sense to her. What was her mind trying to unleash?

Rogue emerged sluggishly from her bedroom at 7 a.m. sharp. She slowly made her way to the kitchen for her morning cup of java. Jubilee was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying her usual bowl of Captain Crunch. She lifted her head when she heard someone enter. It was Rogue dragging herself towards the coffee pot.

"Good morning Rogue", Jubilee said in her always cheery manner.

"Mornin' Jubes", Rogue said yawning.

"Rough night?", Jubilee said getting up from the table.

"Ya could say that sugah. Couldn't sleep a wink. Ah had too much stuff on mah mind." , Rogue said pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Too much stuff or too much of a naked Remy running around in there?", a laughing Jubilee asked.

Rogue laughed," Nah, not this time."

Rogue picked up her coffee cup and walked out of the kitchen. She needed to find a place where she could sit alone and think. That was a bit of a problem seeing as the mansion was heavily occupied. Peace and quiet was few are far between there. Hum, she thought to herself, "I wonder if anyone's in the recreation room?" She walked down the hall and peered in the recreation room. She was in luck for one, no one was in there. She sat down on the couch and stared at the wall. The screaming children that were in her dream seemed familiar to her, but where did she know them from? As she sat lost in her thoughts, she felt a hand slide on her shoulder. She jump and then look up, it was Remy.

"Oh my Gawd swamp rat! Ya scared the hell out of me!"

"Remy sorry chere, he didn't mean to. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Ah'm okay" Rogue's eyes drifted away from Remy and fixed back on the wall.

"Chere, I know when y'be lyin' to Remy. Y'lookin' tired girl. Tell me what's wrong wit you"

"Ah couldn't sleep. Ah had this dream the other night. 'bout screaming' kids an…."

"Oh c'mon Chere, you telling' Remy dat you be dreamin' of raisin' our kids?"

"Nah, it wasn't that Cajun", Rogue said playfully slapping him. "Like ah was sayin' before ah was rudely interrupted, there was screamin' kids and someone was bein' carried off in a stretcher. Ah was tryin' to get to them, but someone was holdin' me back.

"Chere, it was jus' a nightmare."

"Ah don't think so. Ah felt like ah knew the kids, like ah fit in wit' them. It's strange. Ah felt like ah was home or something."

"Have you talked wit' de Prof, yet? Y'know he be wantin' to help."

"Ah know he would. Ah jus' don't feel ready yet."

Remy put his arm around Rogue and pulled her closer to him. He could feel her pain. He always hated when she was in pain. Rogue leaned against him and put her head on his chest. His embrace always made her feel warm and safe. In no time, she was fast asleep, her head still on his chest. Remy looked down and smiled at her. He savored the moment and didn't even think of moving. Rogue was deep asleep when she started dreaming again. This time the dream was more detailed. She was once again a child surrounded by hysterically screaming kids. A child laid on the floor motionless. There was blood covering the floor beneath the child's head. As Rogue moved closer, she could see the child. The girl had long strawberry blonde hair with small white streaks running through it. Rogue gasped as she took steps to get even closer, when a hand came upon her shoulder and pulled her back. She seen the EMTs come in and start working on the girl. Rogue was fighting with all she had to get to the girl, but the hand wouldn't let her go. The EMTs put the girl on a stretcher and started carrying her away. "NO!NO!, Rogue screamed, I HAVE TO GO WITH HER! SHE NEEDS ME! LET ME GO! EMORY! EMORY!

Rogue sat up with a scream. Remy who had been asleep beside her jumped up when he heard her scream. Rogue was shaking badly and tears were streaming down her face. Remy looked at Rogue and drew her close to him once again.

"Chere, are y'alright? What happened?"

All Rogue could manage to say was Emory.

"Chere, who's Emory?"

Rogue looked at Remy shaking her head , "Ah don't know."