A.N.

Ok! First story in a while! This is X-Men, this is AU. I have created my own characters that I will be using very often in this story. If that bugs you, don't read. There will be slash, but nothing extremely heavy. I don't expect this to go over a rating of T, if that.

Other than that, please enjoy!

Chapter One: Memories

Flashes, faces, smiles and laughter. The memories came faster than she could comprehend. A smile from a beautiful, winged woman that made warmth infuse her body. A laughing blonde man pushing a shorter curly haired man out of a top story window with a sarcastic smirk .An exotic Spanish woman drawing back to spit at the same blonde man from before. A tall, dark haired woman shoving a young Erik Lensherr's face into snow with a laugh as she sat on his back. Charles Xavier, walking and laughing next to a lanky brown haired man with an awkward smile. A tall black man sticking his head in a fist tank with a laugh as gills grew on the side of his neck. Mystique laughing as she sat on the lap of a red skinned devil-man. Emma Frost shoving the shoulder of a handsome Spanish man as he messed up her hair with a small wind storm.

An upward shot of the laughing blonde man. A sudden movement as she's lifted into his strong arms, being cradled against a strong chest in protection. Direct eye contact with gentle blue eyes that smiled with warmth and love.

Rogue jerked awake in shock, panting sharply as she stared into her blackened room. Those memories, thoughts and feelings weren't hers. She was somewhat used to this, but these were different. It seemed as though they were the memories of a small child, or a midget.

Rogue shook her head with a snort at that last thought. She froze when Kitty stirred in the bed next to her, waiting for her to settle back down before Rogue slipped out of bed and out of the room.

As she wandered down the halls, she thought about the memories. The only person she had absorbed recent enough to be dreaming in their memories was Scott Summers. They had been in the Danger Room training in hand to hand combat when Professor Summer's arm had accidently brushed against her bare neck. The contact was brief, but her powers had been slightly out of control lately, so the brief contact was enough for her to absorb him and for Summers to drop from the drain.

Rogue had immediately slammed her eyes shut, trying to protect the others in the room. Someone had taken her hand, pressing what felt like glasses into her palm. Summers had murmured into her ear that he had taken to carrying a spare when he found out about the extent of her powers. Rogue slipped the glasses on, getting a rare chance to peer into the red tinted world of Cyclops, the leader of the X-Men.

A noise from the doorway to her left snapped Rogue from her thoughts. She cautiously pushed open the door to the rec room.

Peering around the corner, she saw a figure huddled on the couch watching an old re-run of the Three Stooges. A memory came to mind without her permission.

"Just shut up and watch Sean! We don't need a running commentary." A pillow flew over her head as the blonde man from her earlier dreams through it at the curly haired man now identified as Sean.

"Play nicely Alex, your little brother is right beside you. Set a good example!"

Rogue flinched when she came out of her thoughts to see Professor Summers staring at her in concern.

"Rogue? Are you alright?" Summers flicked off the TV, frowning at her.

"I'm fine Mr. Summers." She said quietly. Her eyes flickered towards the black screen. The words came out of her mouth without a thought. "That was Alex's favorite show right? Sean could never keep quiet during it." She snapped her jaw shut, casting her eyes down.

"How did you- My memories." Summers ran a hand over his face, scrubbing his jaw. He sighed heavily, motioning her into the room as he turned the TV back on. "Alex hated it at first; Sean forced him to watch until he loved it. He used me as a hostage to get Alex into the room. It usually ended in a pillow fight." Summers didn't smile; his face was stern and harsh. "I haven't watched it in years."

Rogue frowned. Why did he seem so, mean, towards his brother? Again, the memory came to the forefront of her mind.

"Don't do this Alex." The man ignored the soft words of Charles Xavier.

Alex Summers knelt in front of his little brother. He ran a hand down Scott's face, wiping away the tears.

"Listen to me little one. I have to go away for a while. You're going to stay here with Charles. He'll look out for you." Alex paused, looking his brother dead in the eye. "Scott, I need you to do something."

"What?" Scott's voice was soft, petulant.

"Forget me." Scott's head snapped up. "Forget us. Forget you had a brother." Scott was shaking his head, trying to refuse. Alex sighed, looking over the boy's shoulder. "Travesty, make him forget." Alex stood, only to be replaced by a tall, dark haired woman.

"I'm sorry little one." She said, her Russian accent soft and comforting. "This won't hurt at all." A cool hand was placed on his head and everything went dark.

"He left, why did he leave?" Rogue's voice was distressed, tears pooling in her eyes.

"I can't remember." Scott ground out. "I didn't even remember that until today, when you touched me."

"Why would that trigger your memories?" Rogue was confused. She knew her power was strange, but she didn't think that it could draw forth memories that had been blocked by what seemed to be a powerful telepath.

"Because Rogue's powers are almost identical to Travesty's." Professor Xavier said rom the door way as he wheeled into the room.