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This story is set during 'Power Surge'. Rogue's PoV.

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There she sits.

For her it is like nothing happened. She can go out and bask in the sun again without having to worry about her powers hurting anyone.

Everybody can celebrate her being Little Ms. Perfect again.

She protests. Well it's not really her that protests, just the part of her that I absorb.

Like my live wasn't bad enough ... now I have her in my head!

"Hey, Rogue."

I turn and there he is. I can fell my cheeks getting warmer and I'm praying that I don't blush.

"Can I talk to you?" he asks.

"Sure."

"What made you do it?"

Of course when he wants to talk to me it's about her. I hate her.

"It was nothing."

"Yes, it was..." he says.

I turn to the window again and look at her. I still have a good dose of her feelings and memories. To my surprise not all of them are pleasant. Especially the memory of how she first found out her powers. But all her pleasant memories involve him.

Or at least most do.

Now I know for certain that she feels for him what he feels for her.

I know why she has that sick need to be with a guy like Duncan. Well, I knew that before. Because he is normal. The status quo. Everything we aren't.

Everything she isn't. Hard to imaging that Little Miss Perfect out there actually considers herself a freak.

I hate that I know this about her and I hate even more that I actually feel sympathy for her.

Hopefully that will fade once her thoughts stop screaming at me ... but for now I know more about Jean Gray than she herself does and I know what to answer him.

"Miss. Popularity and I are worlds apart, galaxies. But when it comes right down to it ... she would do the same for me."

He tells me that they all would do the same for me. And thanks to her powers I can actually sense that he is sincere about this. It feels nice knowing for certain that somebody is sincere and I wonder – not for the first time – just how Jean doesn't pick up on his feelings.

Or maybe she does. Yes she does ... but she doesn't know about her own. God, that woman is so dense. Her mind was a friggin' mess when I absorbed her and even I can filter out her emotions.

"You better check her." I tell Scott with a smile and he leaves.

I could kick myself.

I send him to her.

I hate her.

Okay, I don't hate her. But she irritates the &$ hell out of me. And now she is in my head screaming at me.

A little later he is out there now with a bunch of roses. How did he get those? I use the already ebbing powers I took from her and I can hear Scott curse Duncan. Man, I didn't even think he knew those words.

God, it's sickening how content they are with each other...

Or maybe I'm just jealous because I can never have what they have. Or what there going to have.

Deep down I always new Scott would never choose me Not that I really blame him. Why would anybody want to be with a girl they can't even touch?

I hate my mutation.

But seeing them right now, like this it's just to much ... it's just another reminder that I am the untouchable Rogue.

I turn away from the window.

... I think I'm going to call Risty and rag a little on Jean.

At the last thought I can't stop my lips from curving upward. Yes, a little Jean bashing is just what I need right now.