A/N: Did you wonder why Marie chooses the name Rogue? AU - I partially dreamt this in my sleep. I used some of the definitions of rogue as prompts. Could be a one-shot, could be more…

Once upon a time, she lived an extraordinary normal life. She was that girl next door, always cheerful with a smile on her face. As an only child, her parents cherished and spoiled her. She was sheltered in a nice neighborhood from the ugly and fucked-up world. She was one of those students who always had perfect attendances; she never fails to get an answer wrong. Although not being Miss Cheerleader Popular, she still had a decent society of friends, few hopeful suitors in line, and most importantly, a boyfriend. Two years from now, she would graduate out of high school and be on her way to getting her degree in college, followed by her masters in whichever field she chooses, and then her PhD. Life was good. Life was easy and her name was Marie.

Marie sat on the piano bench and watched her childhood-best-friend-now-boyfriend, David; attempt to play one of her favorite songs, Chopin Minute Waltz Op 64 No 1 for her 16th birthday. It was a small gathering with family, friends, and her David. When everyone had bade her goodbyes and left her bedroom with full of presents, David stayed stating he had one more surprise for her and… that was playing one of her more difficult pieces. She watched his clumsy fingers hit the wrong note constantly and skipped over a few more complicated ones. He was far too slow and it sounded awful, but she knew he was making an effort. He loved her, that's all it matters.

"You could try a different piece, you know, an easier one like-"Marie smiled crookedly.

"Like Fur Elise? Everyone knows how to play that, Hun." David replied. "This is worth remembering."

"I'll remember your incessant banging on my poor piano," Marie laughed. She leaned in for a quick smooch but received more than she bargained for. David lifted her shirt and grazed his hands onto her smooth belly before going lower towards her shorts. She could feel his fingers creeping at the edge of her panties and slipping in. She broke the kiss to speak but was shushed by him. "You'll enjoy it, I promise."

But I'm not ready. Not for this. Marie panicked and all hell went loose. She felt assaulted suddenly. Is this what you're supposed to be feeling 'cuz I do not like this at all. A series of foreign videos flashed in her mind and her head was pounding. What is this? She sees herself in all of these foreign unknown flashbacks – her blowing out of the candles and cutting of the cake, her playing with all her friends, her being kissed by her parents and then by someone strangely familiar but David wasn't in it. I don't understand… these aren't mine! Why am I the center of attention in all of them?

Marie felt warped into total weirdness. Freaked out. It was like she was watching all of these videos of her and there was nothing she could do to stop this foreign assault. Emotion poured in from all corners and it wasn't hers. The playbacks changed abruptly and she sees… last Friday's football match but it showed the football members at close up, all screaming victory. Elated happiness and excitement poured into her. It hit her in waves and then she heard a groan.

Gone were the playbacks and Marie realizes she was back in her world. In her bedroom. With David next to her. "Oh my god, David!" He laid slumped over the piano, gasping for breath and his face was marred with purplish veins protruding. She did the next best thing she could only think of: scream. Her parents burst open the door, worried and all. She stood near the door, crying hysterically. Everything was different. She couldn't put her mind on it. Her head was pounding heavily and she could hear her parents scrambling up the stairs and bursting the door open. They looked worried. Her mama went straight to her and her papa went for him.

"What the hell happened here?" Papa went to check on David's pulse.

"I don't know. I don't know. I just touched him!" She chocks in between of cries.

"Call an ambulance. Quickly!"

"What's wrong? Marie, look at me." Marie had her eyes shut and she wished she could block them out, both in her head and them. It was too much to take in and as if Marie could feel a tentative hand reaching out to shake her, she screamed loudly. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Minutes later, the police and the paramedics stomped her house and into her room. They hooked tubes and wires on him, placed him on a stretcher, and carried him away. Then the questions started and they wouldn't stop. Marie wanted them to just shut up and leave her alone. One of the police officers tried to comfort her physically but as freaked out and hyper sensitive to her surroundings, Marie scrambled back away. "Don't touch me!" became her repetitive monotone. In the end, a paramedic had to subdue her. Enveloped in darkness, Marie welcomes it.

She woke up fifteen hours later and the clock flashed the time, 8:20am. Thank goodness it was the weekend; she had two whole days to deal with this freaky accident. She picks up a new outfit in her wardrobe and nervously made her way downstairs to the kitchen and dining area to fix breakfast. Her parents looked up when she passes them by, and seats next to her mama. "I'm fine, Mama," Marie assures her because she knew, deep down, they wanted to know what really happened but didn't want to push her for answers. "I'm sorry I worried you, Mama, Papa."

"What happened, Marie?"

"I… I guess I freaked out. We were kissing and… then… something weird happened." Marie shrugs lightly, keenly aware that her parents were looking at each other worriedly. "I can't explain it."

She knew better than to say that. The way they changed their expressions immediately the moment she said weird to the discrete looks to each other as if she had no idea. Her parents were hiding something from her. Did this happen before when she was younger and blissfully ignorant or was she over-thinking?

Morning passed and it was now late afternoon. The phone rang and later Marie took the cordless phone away from her papa after hearing it was from David.

"Oh my god, David. How are you? Are you okay? I thought you died."

"Whoa! Marie, calm down. I'm feeling great, okay. Stop worrying. I won't die that easily."

Marie grinned happily and to her parents watching her interactions, she mouths that he's fine. Her papa breathes a sigh of relief and she bet he was thinking of lawsuit charges and that shit. She skipped upstairs with the phone in hand and disappeared into her bedroom.

"Don't joke like that. Seriously."

"Alright but… we should do it again," David whispered.

"Do what again?" Marie asked, clueless.

"C'mon Hun, don't play coy. You know what I'm talking about. Yesterday-" David replies.

Marie went white and she grips the phone harder. She hissed, "What if it happens again?"

"Marie, love. It was a freak accident. Doc says my asthma probably came back at an importune time whilst we were kissing and I didn't have my inhaler with me, so yeah." He had an asthma attack? Okay, that sounds better than saying your girlfriend is …

"Unless you're a closet freak," David went on speaking, unaware that the other had hitched a gasp. "But I've known you my whole life, there's no way you're one of them."

"Of course not. Must be a Freaky Friday moment," she tries to brush it off and with a quip, David replied without a beat.

"And we have Moaning Monday next. Have you started on the math project? I can't figure what Mr. Gou wants us to do."

~w~

Three days into school after that freak incident, Marie's day was smooth so far. She had to use the nearest bathroom urgently and so she did. She was about to leave the cubicle when she overheard some girls in front of the wash basin talking about mutants. "Wouldn't it be cool if you were a mind reader?" said one and the other scoffed. "Why would you want to read minds? Teleportation's cool. Won't have to worry about stupid flight rates and insanely long wait!" The former replied. "Then I can just pick answers off D'Ancanto's perfect mind. Talk about not having to study."

The girl didn't have to whisper; it was just the two of them or so they thought. "What if she is one of them? She always aces her exams and is dating one of the popular guys in school."

"Right, Jenny." Came a drawl, "It's called studying, dimwit. Besides, word's going 'round that once she loses it, he'll bounce to the next." They laughed and skipped away. Unbeknownst to those two girls, someone heard them. Every single word. She goes to the basin and washes her hands, deep in thought over the last statement. What did they mean? What am I going to lose? The next what? What else did the gossip mill know about that I don't?

Today couldn't have gotten stranger and stranger, can it?

First, she had this freak accident and David collapsed. Second, the gossip mill decided drama wasn't enough and decided to add her into the mix with a touch of mutant spice. The day after the accident, her parents start acting weirdly. The discrete looks thrown across her way, their whispering in the next room as if she couldn't hear, and the way they tiptoe around her as if she was a loose cannon; Nothing made sense anymore and then the forbidding thought flashed through her mind, what if… she was actually a… freak with freakish powers? Marie shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs threatening to bind her and fog her thinking. As if that would stop the train's speeding barrage, she scoffed mentally. What if David didn't actually have an asthma attack? What if the doc was wrong… or couldn't fathom David's symptoms that the asthma attack was the only answer because he was asthmatic before.

Marie decided she had to know more of the mutant gene but she couldn't ask her parents without them panicking. She had to find a way to chase her parents out of the house while she did some mutant-searching. It couldn't be coincidental that her parents announced that they had dinner plans with one of Papa's colleagues and she wasn't invited. What a relief! She made her dinner and immediately went straight into Papa's office. She booted up the computer and waited impatiently as the machine block took its time waking up. Finally she got onto explorer and googled mutants, and after clicking upon a number of anti-mutant websites. She found a decent one, giving a very thorough explanation of how mutants exist.

It stated mutants are considered to be Homo sapiens superior and are the next stage of human evolution. Mutants are born with genetic potential to possess special abilities, although they usually manifest at puberty. But why were her parents so freaked out? It only happened once… She kept on searching for more answers to her parents' peculiar behavior and whilst clicking away, she knocked down some of his office folders and the carpeted floor was a mess of documents scattered everywhere. She hurriedly picked them up and an official document caught her eye. She placed everything else back into its proper location and sat down to scan the document.

She gasped loudly and covered her mouth with wide eyes quickly scanning the contents. Horror and disbelief spilled and coated document pages, black caps-lock words became letters muddled into a blur. Her world was turned up-side down and inside-out. I was adopted? Trevor and Stefanie D'Ancanto were not her biological parents. She was dropped off at the orphanage and the D'Ancantos had always wanted a baby but Ma- Mrs. D'Ancanto couldn't conceive and thus Marie D'Ancanto was born. She stared at a baby version of herself wrapped in a tight blanket and something shiny glittered. Was that a coin tucked into the folds of her little blanket? It couldn't be that very same coin which she claimed lucky?

~w~

A week later, school was back to normal. There were no rumors spreading about her and David. Her parents seemed to have calmed down and everything was fine. Yet why did she feel that everything was not as it seems to be. She had stayed back after school, sitting on the spectators' stands and watched the football varsity team practice. She watched David running up and down the field, practicing tackles with his teammates, and all she could think of were his memories flooding into hers. She was shaken out of her reverie by him, grinning. "Dreaming again, Miss Marie?"

His presence was enough to cause a beaming smile despite the inner turmoil and suddenly forgetting about the thought that she could possibly have a X-gene, she leaned in for a quick smooch. There were some cat-callings but nothing really happened. He didn't collapse. He wasn't on the ground having a fit. He was fine.

She was over-thinking. It was a silly habit that needs to stop. It caused her unwanted worry and fear as if mid-terms looming 'round the corner wasn't enough.

It was late and there was a storm coming in. The couple was on the way back from their regular stop, at a diner joking, fooling, and kissing. They were in his car, a sixth generation Honda Civic. Marie sat up straighter when he suddenly pulled over to the curb. It was at the bend, the road was empty and the trees rustled loudly, reminding of a storm approaching.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, confused.

He didn't answer and forcefully kissed her, all the while groping her. She tries to resist but he had more strength and power. She helplessly beat him on his chest with both arms and tried kicking him in the groin. But he was over-powering her and in her heightened state of pure panic and confusion, fear kicked in and she felt the violent mental assault begin. No! Not again! Get out of my head! She tries to scream but her voice fails to produce a syllable. The process ended a lot faster this time and Marie, using her newfound strength, pushed David away from her. His face and visible skin were marred with ugly purple veins protruding. She didn't dare to touch him, from fear that she accidentally did kill him.

Think, Marie, think! You cannot stay in this town anymore! The D'Ancantos will disown you, everybody at school will see what you really are – a freak!

But what to do first? What am I going to do with him? Her unconsciousness rose up, and she scrambled out of the passenger seat. She opened the car door to the back seat and painstakingly shifted him out of the driver's seat to the back without touching the flesh. The driver's door was pulled open and slammed shut as Marie restarted the car and stopped as David's memories swarmed to the forefront of her mind. As her hands gripped the steering wheel, she was assaulted by memories of his driving lessons. By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was clear and she knew exactly how to drive a car.

She parked David's unconscious body in a wheelchair at the local hospital and drove away. It was a small town and he was pretty popular. There was no need to leave his wallet with him; she had to buy herself some time. Let them think he was mugged. She parked David's car a block down from her house and quickly speed-walked to the entrance, and then pausing outside the door, she took a deep breath.

I can do this. I can't let them know something's amiss. Yes, don't arouse their suspicions. Easier said than done.

She greeted her parents relaxing in the living room who were watching TV warmly and cheerfully as she could possibly muster. She even went so far to hug them both from behind. Her Mama was surprised by the tightness and looked up at Marie questioningly. She kissed her on the cheek with an added, "I love you Mama." Even though I'm not your biological daughter. She skipped upstairs and locked herself in her bedroom. Not a single creak on the stairs, just the TV blaring loudly. She was safe but waited for a few more minutes before pulling out her duffel bag and hurriedly packed as much clothes as she could. She also took all the money she was saving up to leave for Anchorage and her 'lucky' coin. Having a freaky power that could hurt a person physically, Marie made sure to pack all long-sleeved shirts, pants, gloves, and scarves. Leaving by the front door would not do, so she pushed open her window and climbed out of it. She carefully made her way down to the ground and ran towards the now-borrowed car.

Marie never thought of running away. She did, however, yearn for an adventure telling David how she always wanted to go backpacking with him to Niagara Falls, up the Canadian Rockies, and then reaching Anchorage last. Marie recalls the time when Sasha died; it was a four-year-old stray kitty Marie found abandoned in the back alley and had taken it home. She had asked her papa after crying buckets of tears that she didn't know what to do or how to live on without Sasha. Marie remembers him and his memorable words, "Darling, there are things that we never want to let go of, people including Sasha we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world, it's the beginning of a new life."

Thanks Papa. I guess it's time for me to move on. Wish me the best of luck.

Lots of love, Marie.

~w~

Review please; accepting all constructive criticism. This is totally AU but I like to know if it is worth continuing because there's supposed to be 3 chapters altogether, if my muse listens…