(A/N) So, my first fanfic, it's ROMY! My favorite paring EVER (besides Kurtty)! Hope you enjoy my writing. A special thanks to InSaNe ChErRy BlOsSoM for being my unofficial beta. Sorry for any mistakes.

Magneto looked at Irene as she concentrated on her vision.

"There is one that you need to beat Charles." she said as her blind eyes seemed to go even more distant.

"What is her name? I need her name." Magnet almost shouted as his patients flew out the window.

"Anna Marie." a look of. . . something came across Irene's face, something that Magneto couldn't identify. "There are two others." she started. "Katherine Pryde, and Kurt Wagner."

"Destiny, tell me where they are." Magneto said ever so calmly.

"Kurt- no, all three, are in faster care." Irene looked at Magneto, actually locking eyes with him. It unnerved him.

"They are the three you need." she said, and sent him on his way.

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Anna Marie, or she goes by Rogue, looked at Kurt, and Kitty. Her adoptive brother and sister. They almost always brought a smile to her lips, like now for instance. They where at the door of their 8th foster family this year (the Morgans). They where all dressed in their best cloths, for Kurt it was a dark red unstained shirt, a khaki jacket, and brown cargo pants; for Kitty it was a white blouse, a pink jacket over that, her best pair of carpi jeans, and her bright purple converses; for Anna Mar- Rogue it was black skinny jeans with holes almost all the way around the knees, a purple shirt that hung from her shoulders, a black tank top under that, and black ankle Chucks. They all followed their new foster parents up to the house. They looked like nice enough people, but Rogue was the oldest, and she was putting up the first wall of defense: silence.

It was their best ally and weapon. With silence they couldn't get attached as easy, and not getting attached meant lack of tears later. Rogue looked up at the house they where supposed to be living at for the next few months. It looked suitable. As they got inside, Rogue could really tell if they were the right people. The house was clean, which meant the wife was either a stay at home wife, or they had a cleaning person. Their was a bowl of mints on the coffee table in the rec room, they wanted to be good hosts, or had lots of friends. They had hardwood floors with no protective coat of paint: no pets or no kids or both. White walls, to tell if anything went wrong. Security system on the windows: paranoid, or has had a break in before. Stainless steel refrigerator: no afraid of stains, or finger prints. So far they were like all the other foster homes they had stayed in the past thirteen and twelve years: they wanted to make an impression.

"Anna," Rogue shot the wife a glare, "Sorry, Rogue, your room is down the hall and to your left. Kitty, yours is down the hall and to the right, and Kurt yours is right next to An- Rogues." she said. Rogue took the black backpack and went to "her" room, Kurt took the duffel bag to "his", and Kitty took green backpack to "hers". They always divided up the essentials when they packed for a foster home. Rogue always had their favorite books (Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, When The Wind Blows, and The Lake House for Kurt; a few romance novels for Kitty that Rogue didn't even bother remembering the names too; and Dracula for Rogue, and one lullaby book that no one but Rogue was allowed to touch, it was what she ad used to sing Kurt and Kitty to sleep when they had first gotten to the orphanage, it was what Rogue used to sing all the infants to sleep) Kurt always had the cloths duffel bag (black skinny jeans, a pair of cargo's, and underwear for Rogue; a pink jacket, blue jeans, a few button ups and blouses, and underwear for Kitty; cargo's, T-shirts, and boxers for Kurt. And another pare of shoes for each of them in the side pockets.), and Kitty always had the technology backpack (iPod's, cell phones, iPod chargers, cell phone chargers, and an Apple brand lap top (mostly Rogue's))

After a few minutes of getting their stuff out of one bag, they'd switch and get their stuff out of another bag, e.t.c. It was around 5 pm when they were all done unpacking and setting up their assorted things. Then they all exited their rooms to inspect the house.

(A/N) So, my fist chap. Tell me what you think. Don't review if your going to be a total ass about it!