Hey Guys!! It's Mia here reporting from Austin Hospital, haha. Anywayyy, I just wanted to say that from now on I'll be working From Sasha's computer, which also means on her account. We're officially changing the name to SonshineRomy, Hopefully you guys like that. There is a few issues with changing my timetables though, so I won't be able to update every day, more like every third day after Sash and I finish gymnastics on Tuesdays and Fridays. We'll also update on Sunday because we're nice like that. I will shut up now, and you may proceed to the fic.

Chapter One, Not Popular and Never Going To Be.

To start off, I'll tell you my name. You should feel special, since nobody except my mama and my papa know my real name. It's Anna Marie Darkholme.

Yeah, I know, such a pretty name for such a gloomy person, but hey, I didn't pick it. Hell, That's why I go by Rogue now.

So I'll tell you some more, seeing as I seem to have nothing better to do. I'm 5'4, female (Duh, If you hadn't figured that out I'd be worried), an unfortunate victim of the Calico Bombings in 2009 (This will explain things later), from the south, and i have Braces. Stupid Godamn braces. My eyes would be described as emerald colored if ya asked my mama, but my papa would just say green. My hair is auburn, and I have two white streaks framing my face that appeared about a week after the Calico bombings.

The Calico bombings.

On the twenty-fourth of December last year, over fifty thousand teens and some of their parents went to see Callisto's comet. Callisto was a god or something, no one I knew was completely sure.

Well anyway, The Calico Warriors from Africa decided it was a perfect opportunity to kill off most of the Bayville population. Heaps of people escaped, but when they let the bombs loose, whoever was left fell to the ground...

Screams filled the meadow as people pushed past others to get away. An old man in a wheelchair was trying his best to wheel himself away without hurting anyone of the people pushing past him. My heart froze.

Kitty Pryde, the most popular girl in my year (Year ten) was screaming and crying. She'd been pushed past so hard that she'd fallen, and so many people hadn't noticed that It seemed she'd been trampled on until her leg broke. I was torn. I wanted to go to the old man and help him, But Kitty's leg was broken, there was no way she'd get away if nobody helped her.

Jubilation Lee came out of nowhere, grabbing Kitty's arms and heaving her up. Kitty's screams got louder, but I ignored them, running towards the old man instead now that I knew Kitty had help.

"No child," He said as I came close, and gestured to the left of him. A young girl who looked like she could've only been five was sitting in the grass, not understanding the situation. A bad feeling filled me. I looked up at the Calico helicopters, where the men with guns were shooting from. They had big black objects that i couldn't quite make out. My eyes widened.

"Bombs..."

"Please take her instead," The man said calmly. I nodded, my head feeling heavy on my shoulders.

"Who is she? To you, i mean?" I was sure that she must've been his daughter or something for him to give up his life for her.

"I've never met her in my life," the man admitted. "But she's only young."

I stared at him before nodding and heaving the girl up. "C'mon sugah," I mumbled.

"Bye bye mister!" the girl chirped to the old man, who waved goodbye, closed his eyes, and leant back in his seat, as though preparing to sleep.

"What's yahr name, sugah?" I asked, running. I was trying not to scare her.

"Illyana Rosalinda Rasputin," The girl recited, as though she'd had to repeat it many times before.

"Ah'm Rogue-!" Fire erupted everywhere. I was burning, but I wasn't in pain. I couldn't see Illyana, but I could feel her as she went completely still in my arms.

It was like we were frozen in time, lifted into the air with the golden flames surrounding us.

Illyana's hands clamped down on my shoulders, and in the back of my mind some conscious part of me heard her crying.

We hit the ground with a loud thud and the flames turned purple around us and then seemed to evaporate. I was still frozen in shock when a very muscled teen ran over, black hair messed up and dirt smudged on him.

"Illyana!" He called, And i could faintly make out tears pooling in his eyes.

"Piotr!" Illyana squealed, pulling out of my arms and running to the boy, throwing her arms around him and sobbing into his chest. The boy obviously had come to the breaking point, because he fell to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, tears streaking down his cheeks. But still, he managed to look right into my eyes.

"Thankyou," He whispered. "Thankyou."

I pushed onto my knees and stood up. I didn't want to, but I turned to see the damage. There were three people who were lying motionless in the grass, though everyone else was getting to their feet, some crying, some still screaming, some calling out names. There was a redhaired girl bent over one of the bodies, silently. Tears were falling from her cheeks to the boy's face, and she was struggling to stay up and not fall to the ground.

"Duncan..." She whispered.

More than three people had died that day. There were atleast seven who were shot, and there was a fourth person who died from the bombs.

All the people who survived the bombings were immediately taken into hospital, but nobody seemed to be hurt at all. So life went on, and a year passed. Piotr Rasputin, Illyana's brother, visited from Russia Regularly to see me. We'd become good friends after the bombings, and I was glad as hell, because at the time I'd had no friends. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend now, had also been in the bombings. I'd gotten braces the day I actually met her and she'd been there to tell me they didn't look as dorky as i thought. My mama and my aunt moved away after the bombings, but my aunt came back after a week because I needed a guardian. I hadn't seen my mama since. My Papa was out fighting in the war, and apparently they got bombed there too. He says he was lucky to make it out alive, because a whole heap of the soldiers didn't, including dad's best friend Viktor Creed, whose body they never found. Illyana was too afraid to come back to Bayville, so instead she called every night, and I treasured these calls, because as Pete had come to be like a brother, Illyana had become like a sister.

A lot of things changed when Pete decided to bring a few friends back to Bayville with him when he visited in July.

But I can't really explain that yet, as I'm trying to tell you one thing at a time.

Next Chapter-The story begins With a warning phone call from Illyana.

Now I've got quite a few awesome ideas for this fic, but Imma need a lil help because i don't know who to introduce first, John or Remy??? Review and put in your vote!!

Peace Out Suckahs, Sasha and Mia.

P.S Yes, Love Runs Deeper Than Blood is one of the fics we're updating, Love Sasha.