Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution. I know that I've pointed this out before.
Summary: What if events in Rogue's life had played out differently? What if she never left the Brotherhood?
A/N: For the purpose of the story, Rogue is Mystique's biological daughter. Bear with me.

Prologue

Mystique's Point Of View

I walk up to the stone building, originally a prison, but now turned orphanage. A commotion is stirred up as soon as a child catches sight of me. While my guise as an average, blonde-haired woman is not as remarkable as my natural blue-skinned, red-haired, golden eyed appearance, the possibility of someone being adopted is more than enough to cause a stir.

I entered the orphanage and looked around, searching for a particular face.

Irene had a vision recently, of a little girl who would grow up to be a very powerful mutant. If I can find her and raise her to our cause, it will be very beneficial.

I eventually catch sight of her under a tree, trying to read a book, even if she is only looking at the pictures. She is a small brunette with white stripes in her hair, framing her tiny face. Even as I watch, a few other children come up to her and, from the look of things, start to taunt her about something. Much to my delight and hope for the future, she does not take this lying down.

One of the orphanage workers is about to come over and break things up, but I intercept her. The other children stop fighting, obviously hoping to make a good impression on a potential foster-parent, but the girl continues to glare at them, then turns to me with a challenging look, as if daring me to disapprove of her actions.

Oh, but this girl is going to be an absolute delight! I smile at her and leave to find the orphanage director.

A few hours later, once I finish and mentally curse all the paperwork and calm down enough to collect my daughter, I am driving back home, my daughter sitting beside me. Her name is Anna-Marie, (now Anna-Marie Darkholme, I suppose) but she refuses to answer to her full name. In all fairness, I have to agree. Anna-Marie is a bit much for a four year old to be carrying around.

I have two sons. One is human, and hates my very existence. I blame his father for Graydon's hatred of mutants, although I share a good portion of the responsibility also. The other is a mutant, but doesn't even know that we are related. I wish that it were otherwise, but from my frequent, unobserved visits, I know that my younger son is loved and happy there.

And now I have a little daughter to spoil. Looking at her again, I feel something stir in my heart, and I mentally vow to be a better mother than I was with my sons.

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A/N: This is a story that I've been working on for a while. Tell me if you think it is any good or worth continuing.

Thanks,
Nat.