A/N: You asked I deliver. This is the sequel to 'You should have lied.' Takes place two years after.

Oh
I've been travellin' on this road too long
Just try na find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(T.I featuring Justin Timberlake- Dead and Gone)

They pulled up to an old mansion. Well it looked old but that may be because of it's mystery and sense of age. It held a certain prestige. It also held her memories. That's why she was here. Three weeks ago she had woken up in a hospital without so much as one memory. All she had was a swirl of voices in her head, and the knowledge that if she concentrated, her skin didn't hurt people. Sally called this controlling her power. Sally was her carer and was helping her getting her memory back. Sally was sure that if she was a mutant she could find answers here.

'You ready, hun?'

She nodded. It was always a pet name with her. But soon she'd know her real name. They stepped out of the cab. Sally paid the fare and pulled out her things. They walked over to the gates where Sally pressed the intercom. It crackled before a cool female voice.

'Yes?'

'Hi. This is Sally Fields. I spoke to a Ororo Munroe.'

There was silence for awhile and then the gate clicked open. Sally smiled at her and took her hand. She walked clutching Sally's hand. She wondered if they would recognise her. Did she live actually live here? She always had this feeling that black was not her natural hair colour. She quickly moved her long black hair in front of her face. Sally always told her not to but she felt too self concious. Because across her face was a thick scar. It ran from her left eye in a diagonal to the bottom of her lip. She never wanted to look in the mirror because of it. Of course that didn't stop Sally from dressing her up. She felt embarrassed as she walked to the doors in the mini-skirt and green spaghetti top.

The door opened and she gasped. A young boy with eccentric green hair opened the doors. He raised an eyebrow then stepped back.

'Over there.' he muttered, pointing to a open door.

'Thank you young man.'

Sally dragged her in.

'Excited, are we?'

'I'm surprised your not.' breathed Sally.

'I'm getting a bad feeling.'

'Maybe your hungry.'

'I hardly think so.'

They arrived at the open door. Sally took a deep breath and so did she. They stepped in. She looked around. It seemed to be an office. Behind the desk was a man in a wheel chair. There were to seats in front of him where two ladies sat, One with white hair and one with red hair. By the window stood a man with red glasses on. The lady with white hair stood up. Sally moved forward and she moved behind Sally, hair hiding her face completely.

'Sally Fields?'

'Yes, are you Miss Monroe?'

'Yes, that's Scott Summers by the window, his wife Jean Grey-Summers and that is Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the school.'

Sally nodded at everyone.

'Nice to meet you all. I would introduce you to her but I don't even know her name. At the hospital everyone called her Jane. I was hoping maybe someone here would know it?'

She looked at Storm, who looked at Charles. He smiled knowingly. He approached them cautiously.

'Marie. Your name was Marie D'Ancanto. Here though you called yourself Rogue.'

Gasps filled the room. Sally moved out the way and then moved the hair out of her face. She looked at the stunned faces. Then she looked down at the smiling professor.

'Marie?' she whispered.

The Professor nodded. An uneasy knot went into her. Marie didn't fit. Rogue that fit more. Marie made her feel weak and helpless. A name so often called in her dreams but she refused to answer to it.

'I like Rogue better.'

'Very well.'

'Umm...'

'You can call me Professor.'

'Professor, will I ever get my memories back?'

'That's what I'm here for. If you decide to stay we could have an hourly session.'

'I would like to stay, if Sally stays with me.'

'Agreed. How much do you remember?'

'Not much. I can't even remember the accident. All I remember is waking up from the coma. That's it.'

'I see.'

'Professor these voices in my head...'

'I can take them away if they bother you.'

'No! I mean that's not the problem. The problem is Logan, who is he?'

'I'm not sure I should tell you.'

'Does he live here?'

'Yes, he's a teacher here.'

'Oh, so I guess I'll see him.'

'Only if you want to.'

Rogue frowned. Of course she wanted to see him. He was the one that reassured her every night and told her to be tough whenever she was scared. She built the new her on a combination of these people in her head, mostly him. If there's one person she wanted to meet it was him.

-xXx-

Logan stared out of his window. What he was looking at, nobody knew, not even he. Her scent crossed his path. So she was finally here. He could feel a kind of lurch in his heart. Two years, it had been two years and yet she still made him feel like a love struck fool. There were voices as they passed by his room. Then he felt her stop in front of his door.

'Something wrong, Rogue?'

'I just got a weird feeling.'

'Told you, your hungry.' said an unknown voice.

'Yeah, maybe that's it.'

He sighed as she walked away. Why was he still here? Maybe he should leave.

I would prefer if you stayed here Logan.

Yeah, yeah, Chuck. Is it really her?

Yes, although she's changed a lot. She wants to see you.

Me? Why?

Your voice in her head. She still feels connected to you.

I don't think I can. After everything.

That was the past Logan.

For me it's an ongoing thing.

Just talk to her.

Now?

No, later tonight maybe. I'll send her to your room.

She really doesn't remember anything?

No. My advice to you is not to be alarmed by her appearance.

Chuck, your scaring me. What happened to her?

Just don't frighten her Logan.

He sighed. The last thing he'd do was frighten her. He would never hurt her again.

-xXx-

'I don't know if I can Sal.' whined Rogue.

'Just go, I'll be in the room.'

'How long am I going to be in this place?'

'I think it's safe to call it home. Good luck.'

Sally winked and walked downstairs. Rogue watched her go before knocking on the door. A man opened the door. Woah! Rogue couldn't help but stare. He was...handsome. Ruggard good looks, muscular, tight jeans that hugged all the right places. Again Woah. She mentally cursed herself for drooling over some guy she hadn't said two words to and directed her attention to his face. From what she could see through her shield of hair he had a sad expression as he looked at her.

'Can I come in?' she whispered.

'Yeah. Of course.'

He stepped aside and she moved into the room. Again a strange feeling rose within her. It felt warm but sad. There was an air of depression. It scared her a little. She heard the door close behind him and she turned to face him. There was an awkward silence. Finally she spoke.

'Why are you in my head?'

'What! Oh, that's what your power does, absorbs memories, abilities and then those people stay in your mind. I'm sure you have others?'

'Yeah, but yours is the strongest. Even when I switch my power off...'

'You can turn your power off?'

'Yeah, it's practically always off. I don't want to hurt people.'

'That's amazing.'

'I guess. Do I look different?'

'Yeah. You used to have auburn hair with two platinum stripes. And you never hid your face like that. Even your stance is different. You used to stick your hip out but now you look kinda cocky.'

'Cocky? That's a first. Doctors went more with obnoxious.'

He chuckled and she was surprised how wonderful it sounded. Then she made a mistake. She moved her hair out of her face. His face dropped and his eyes followed the long scar on her face. She lifted her hand to cover her face but he was in front of her in a second stopping her. His finger traced along the scar guilt etched upon his face.

'The accident did this?'

'Yeah. Now I really hate motorcycles.'

'I could make it go away. Just turn your powers on.'

'I don't turn my powers on unless I want to kill someone.'

'I have a healing ability. I can make it go away.'

'But this scar is just a scar.'

'Why do hide your face then?'

'I hate it when people stare.'

'Marie...'

His voice. The way he said her voice triggered something in her brain. It felt like someone had hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Suddenly she didn't want to be here any more. She felt nauseous and sick. She also felt anger.

'I...you...I think you're the reason I left.'

He looked down and stepped back from her.

'You remember?'

'Vaguely.'

'Mm.'

'What did you do?'

He looked up at her. She stared straight into his eyes.

'Nothing. Nothing at all. We just fell apart.'

Some kind of alarm went of in her head. The men inside her head all shouted the same thing. Liar. But she ignored it. Guilt was a fire that she liked to feed until the fire became overwhelming and finally the guilty would smother it and the ashes would reveal the truth.

-xXx-