A/N: I am back! They thought they could beat me down and take away my account. HA! You'll never catch me, actually I know why they took me down but they could have told me they were taking me off instead of just making me figure it out.

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This is a re-posting since, for some reason, I was taken off Rogue is a little (okay a lot) OOC. My characters are more like the ones in the comics, because they are older, and let's just face it their better. This story is not just sex, it is not a quick fix story. There will eventually be sex, but this story is mostly plot (hahaha), please rate accordingly to the writing style and if you like it (despite the momentary lack of sex in it).

Psyche & Telepathy

:Flashback:

Disclaimer: Just because I learned to read from X-men comics, and have utterly devoted my life to anything X-men doesn't mean I own them (damn! Those words are lies, and I will not accept them. They make me melt: noooo! I can't. I won't, the words make me cower.)

Chapter 1: Just Breathe . . .

I stepped off of the bus on to the cement sidewalk, the September sun hot on my back.

...Bayville...

I don't think I ever expected to end up back in this place. But here I was, a couple of blocks in between Bayville High School and Xavier's Institute. Trapped by a stone prison on both sides. I stood at the twisted, metal bus stop for a moment, just trying to breathe.

'What would it be like, to see everyone again after... everythin' that's happened?'

:Flashback:

I had asked myself that question a million times over the last two years while I was gone. Besides, it's not like I had anything else to do while I was locked away in a straight-jacket and white brick room at 'Red Rock island Psychiatric facility'.

It was an entire island for the crazy and hopeless, so we couldn't infect the other 'Stable' people of the world. But all the Doctor's residing there kept the fact that it was for mutants hush-hush, so as to not 'arouse suspicion'.

But really it was so 'normal' people wouldn't get paranoid and think that (put on high pitched, nasal voice). "The island is actually a place where mutants were planning on taking over the world, so it would be full of mutant family's that live happily ever after, and all go to Disneyland."(end nasal voice)

Ha!

The patients there couldn't take over McDonald's, let alone the world. The professor sent me there after the whole deal with mister 'I will take over all existence' Apocalypse. And all because my psyches went on a control frenzy. They tried to steal my body away from me, while they trapped my mind on the astral plain. They kept me from fighting back by keeping me locked in a very nice portion of my mind there.

This of course happened at regular intervals. In some case's I tried to fight back, but without any connection between my body an' mind I would go into seizures. Flailing my arm's and leg's around so no-one could get close and help me.

A couple of times they tried to take control while I was awake (usually they tried when I was sleeping, because my psyche was weaker) and I would rip at my hair and skin, screaming in pain as they stole my mind away.

I got tired of this, going into seizures and waking up in the med-lab. Not knowing what happened. So after one of my attacks I took a bunch of sleeping pills with a bottle of whiskey, just wanting to sleep peacefully.

I woke up two weeks later in the med-lab with a pumped stomach, a concussion, an' a hangover the size of Texas, down to my legs.

:End Flashback:

I don't remember the day I left for Red Rock, hell, I don't remember the first few months I was there. I was just that out of it.

Just breathe.

I started to walk in the direction of the institute. I had requested no-one come get me so I could have time to reacquaint myself with Bayville.

Bayville.

It seemed the same, I mean I still hated it; but it was better than the endless jungle hallways of the hospital. There every door was locked away, cloaking the patients problems in a shroud of night mares. I shivered as I thought of the cries from each room as everyone re-dreamed their own hells over and over. Never stopping.

I called'em the jungle hallways because at the bottom of each wall were painting's of jungles. I think they were supposed to calm us, but whenever I walked down the halls I felt as though the vines were crawling off'a the walls towards me, trying to wrap around me, engulf me, suffocate me. Every day I walked down the halls, closing my eyes so I could evade the urge to run, to just run from it all, and escape.

There are tons of birds in bayville, all singing their own happy melody.

I clutched my bag to me, like a child would it's favorite toy. There isn't much in the green army bag just. Bras, panties, a Anne Rice book 'Pandora', and a burnt king of hearts playing card.

All I wore at the hospital were scrubs anyway, so I didn't need that much.

My army boots were heavy on the pavement making a solid "thunk" each time I stepped.

Bayville wasn't all that far from New York City so you couldn't really call the air crystal clean. But in truth I was tired of fresh air, choking it down my lungs. I was tired of rolling green hills of that lonely island, so clean ... so real. I was tired of and pissed off at reality.

I didn't want to live there any more, I just couldn't take it. I wanna breathe in car exhaust, to smell that pollution. It was better than actually seeing things that were real, alive, especially when I feel so dead inside.

I laughed out loud scaring birds away and making people give me weird glances, 'Listen to yourself gal, Ah really do belong in the hospital'.

I took a right as I crossed the street. Looking around I recognized places I used to go to 'Dukes Macho-Burger, where Evan an' Kurt an' Bobby had a burger eatin' contest. Kurt won, seven burgers straight. Kitty had been so "grossed out" (her words, not mine), she almost puked.

Personally I was laughing my ass off. I smiled at the memory, I would definitely be glad to see Kitty, Kurt, Evan, Bobby, Amara, Ray, Roberto, Jamie, Jubilee, Tabby and everyone.

I hadn't allowed myself to think about them, I missed'em too much. I stopped in front of a Cajun restaurant, 'I haven't seen this before.' I was trying to ignore the racing beat of my heart as I sniffed the Cajun spices. My minds eye conjuring up the face of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

'Red, red on black, scarlet, scarlet on black velvet, demons eyes, angels eyes, burning, flaming eyes.'

I shook my head and kept walking. 'Don't think about him, don't think about him'. But I felt like the card was burning a hole thru the thick material of my bag.

Across the street was the coffee house I used to go to all the time. -The Rage-. Well I couldn't see the actual place (it was underground) but I could see the sign so I assumed it was still there.

Most people wouldn't look twice at the low hanging sign, being known as a place where the Goths, freaks, and mutants hang out. The rage was down the alley and than you had to step into the wooden elevator and pull the crate down around you.

Inside there was no natural light. But it had small Japanese lanterns all around, it was littered with miss-matched tables and chairs. There were big, fluffy, comfy couches all over. The walls were decorated with mirrors covered with black veils or rock an' roll posters and French Noir movie posters.

The Rage always had poetry reading's. Or jazz, blues, and gothic musicians playing. Willing away their own tremendous sorrow with their words and music, engulfing everyone in their angst until we know them. Understand them, then their sadness was made our own. Laughable isn't it? Plus they made one helluva cup of chicory coffee.

A couple stores down from The Rage stood a book store I adored: The Mad Hatter Book and Souvenir shop.

'Hmm... wonder if Jamal still runs it with his little perfectly sweet china doll wife, and his half Rastafarian half Chinese chocolate swirl son.' They always had the best books at half price and I got most of my Living Dead Dolls there.

I hadn't really thought about what it would be like if the places I used to go to were gone.

I wouldn't let myself think that.

Well to quote my favorite movie, 'I won't think about that today, I'll think about that tomorrow at Tara...er...the institute'. I promised myself to check all my old holes tomorrow. I turned and began the long trek down the back roads to the mansion.

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'Lord I forgot how long these roads were.'

Not to say I was on the ground catching my breath. At the hospital I had not a lot to do so I trained real close to all the time, pushing myself past every limit. And finally I could control it, my curse. I could touch, I just didn't want to.

Too chicken shit I guess.

So I still covered up all the way, all the time.

But I will say one thing I am in great shape. I was definitely not the skinny gal I was. Well I'm not fat either, just have a lot of curves. My friend (sorta) Thorn from the hospital was always waxing poetic on my 'Generous, ample breast and voluptuous hips and ass.' At least he was funny.

I pulled my curls away from my face, desperately fanning my self. I didn't straighten my hair anymore, instead opting for natural. It was easier to take care of that way. I hadn't cut it in two years so the curls tumbled haphazardly to my hips, annoying as hell but, whatever.

I looked up and there it was in all its mutant glory -Xaivers institute for gifted youngsters- who comes up with a name like that?

Ha!

One of my psyches jeered.

Who comes up with the name Rogue?

They had me there, but I don't go with out a fight.

Bite me!

That's me queen of the intelligent comebacks. 'Riiight'

Ohhh! I'm shaking on the astral plane.

Where in hell do these people get their sense o' humor?

I shoved the psyche back in my head. I hate getting showed up by the voices in my head. 'Huh I really am crazy'. I had to argue with myself the whole walk to the gate on the Pro's and Con's of actually going back to the institute.

The mansion was a real nice place to live... If you like over-bearing, alchoholic, homicidal teacher's named Wolverine and telepaths up the wazoo. 'I wonder if I'll get my own room?'

Don't get me wrong, Kitty is sweet and one of the nicest people I know. But it's discouraging sharing a room with someone who likes to be so bubble gum, pink, sugar, so much. She's just a little uh...interesting at times.

I stood in front of the gates, desperately fighting the urge to run. I didn't like the idea of being locked up again. I took a deep breath closed my eyes and pressed the blue call button. After a few rings someone picked up.

"Professor Xaivers institute for gifted youngsters?"

Kitty!

"Like, hello? Is anybody there?"

I swallowed, "Can ya let me in?" She took deep breaths on the other line.

"Rogue?" Her voice sounded so small, so innocent.

"Yeah." I said offering no more. I heard a buzzing sound and the gates began to silently open as if pulled by an invisible puppet master.

I stood there and watched, dumbfounded, it almost seemed religious. Like I had redeemed myself and was being welcomed back. To worship at the church of Xavier.

'Is it so wrong that I have a sadistic urge to turn down their forgiveness and run away laughing?'

I pondered that for a moment...

'Nah.'

I snickered and walked down the big driveway to the estranged prison I spent most of my teenage years.

The large doors to the entrance way were flung open upon my arrival, and there stood Kitty and Kurt. Their grins threatened to consume their faces. Then they rushed.

They rushed me!! To be exact. Their arms engulfing me in a giant hug.

"Rogue it's so awesome to see you!" Kitty gushed, I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at the sappiness of it all. "Ja, it's so totally rockin'." I laughed at Kurt's use of strange German lingo.

They each grabbed one of my arms, and dragged me inside to the main foyer. "We told everyone you're here. Their all waiting in the meeting room." I inwardly winced, 'Can Ah take seein' everyone at once?... Ah mean the last time everyone saw me Ah wasn't exactly the best company.'

My thoughts froze at the sight of Kurt and Kitty's cautious smiles. The kinda smile you give a dog if you aren't too sure it bites or not.

'Were they scared of me? Scared Ah'd run?'

I wanted to ask, but I couldn't. I wasn't that brave. Besides I wasn't to sure I wanted to know.

As we walked to the meeting room I noticed how nothing had changed, sure there were a few more pictures hanging on the walls. 'Speaking of pictures...'

There on a lone wooden desk was one of me and Kurt. It was taken a few days before I found out he was my "brother".

Kurt had a big smile on his face and was waving at the camera. I was crossing my arms over my chest with a scowl permanently imprinted on my face.

You know luv, if you keep scowling like that you will get wrinkles.

The chiding psyche (also known as Betsy Braddock, a British model I bumped into) commented. "Yea, yea." I mumbled, and picked the picture up, sneaking it into my bag.

Even from two halls away I could hear the noise coming from the meeting room. When we reached it I was fighting the urge to just bolt. But it was a whole now or never situation, so I closed my eyes and swallowed.

I stepped into the room after Kitty, everyone's eyes snapped to me and their mouths dropped open. 'So Ah'm not wearin' make-up. It isn't anythin' to gape at.'

I couldn't abide silence anymore, there was too much of it at the hospital. It drove me crazy . . . . er . . . . that came out wrong. Crazier than I already was.

:Flashback:

That was a running joke at Red Rock, for instance when someone asks you to do something stupid you instinctively say, 'Are you crazy?'

Well whenever someone said that, almost everyone would just look at the person who spoke, look around at their surroundings's and shake their head's condescendingly. It's kinda funny when your surrounded by crazy people.

What it isn't?

Well what do you know.

Shut up.

:End Flashback:

Everyone stared at me in surprise. Kitty and Kurt had began grinning again, (I was seeing a pattern) and I awkwardly shuffled my feet, tucking a wayward curl behind my ear. I felt exposed standing in front a everyone, as they stared wide eyed at me.

I began examining my nails, as though they were the most interesting thing on earth, "Hey ya'll," I mumbled.

Everyone started to chatter at me at once.

"Wow, it's great to see you!"

"Hah! I'm taller than you now!"

"You look great!"

"Are those real?" (Bobby got smacked by Jubilee for that one.)

" 'S'nice to see you Ace.(1)"

"Yes, wonderful to see you child, you've grown up so much."

"Are you going to be joining us in the danger room tomorrow morning?"

Jaime ran up to me attaching himself to my side. I flinched and then ruffled his sandy hair in affection. The professor cleared his throat, asking for silence, "Welcome back Rogue. It is wonderful to see you again."

I showed my teeth like a good girl.

:Flashback:

At the hospital my "Sorta friend" Thorn told me that; even if your crazier than Jeffrey Domer, pretend your fine.

I had gotten pretty good at smiling when people expect it.

I suppose I should explain about Thorn. See he had multiple personality disorder, so he was sometimes Thorn, and since he wasn't always Thorn he was my "Sorta friend". Do you get it now?

:End Flashback:

Everyone was smiling or nodding or waving at me. It seemed forced or maybe I'm just paranoid. Then crashing and stumbling was heard behind me. "Protect me mates! Gamby's gone crazy! He's been possessed! Saying he want's to kill me!... Petey!!" A boy with flaming orange hair pushed past me, screeching like a little girl.

He jumped into the arms of a large black haired boy whimpering and hiding his head in the boys thick shoulder.

All heads whipped to the door expecting this, 'Gamby' to come rushing in. I would have sworn by the eyes and flaming card, it was the devil himself. But if it was, lets just say hell seemed like a lovely place.

'His eyes. Oh lawrd, it's him!'

Glowin' eyes, red on black.

Passion swirling in the depths.

"Wha' Remy say 'bout touchin' his smoke's, hein, Johnny-boy?" His voice came rumbling from his chest like a husky sin.

He began to stalk his orange haired prey, moving as sleekly as a panther. I was mesmerized watching his graceful, muscular body flow soundlessly across the room to the trembling boy. A long auburn mane framed his face, tangling with the long dark shroud of his eyelashes. His hair clung to his full lips, making me itch to push it away. Than rub my fingers along the five o'clock shadow dusting his cheeks and chin, 'Was it really as sharp as it looked?'

He jumped at the screechy boy, "Wha' vous use'em for dis time?" Ripping the boy from the colossal boys arms he held the card at his throat, 'I wonder if his bloods as orange as his hair?' "Mr. Lebeau, I must ask you to release St. John and release the charge on your card." The professor said in a voice that stated this was a common occurrence.

Gambit looked around as if seeing everyone for the first time. He stood, the glow from the card diminishing. Then he grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Rogue I am sure you remember the Acolytes: Piotr Rasputin, Remy Lebeau, and St. John Allderyce." (A.N. how the hell do you spell that?)

St.John still protested on the floor "Why am I last, huh, me prof?" Gambit continued to stare at me, his mouth drawn in a pout, while St.John whined. I looked to the ground tugging at my shirt. If I looked at him I knew I'd fall.

But those damn eyes called to me, I turned my head and locked gaze's.

Just breathe . . . . .

My eyelids felt heavy, my body weak. I couldn't take his gaze. The world spun around me swirling red and black. I stumbled, putting my hand out to steady myself.

"Rogue are you okay?"

"What's wrong?"

"You alright?"

Bodies closing in on me. Too many words. Too many things. Too much to take in. He's too much to take in. Too much. 'Just breathe,' was my last thought before I blacked out. My body crashing to the floor.

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She fell in slow motion and everyone went into action. Hank rushed to her side while pulling on latex gloves, he put two fingers to the place where blood thrummed on her neck.

"Her pulse has sped up immensely!" He lifted the limp body, walking in the direction of the med lab. "Ororo, bring her bag." "Vas es going on proffezor?" Kurt demanded nervously.

"Quoi's wrong wit' de fille?"

The man known only as Charles Xavier put a hand under his chin, "I don't know."

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(1). In the original Uncanny X-men Wolverine used to call Rogue Ace.

A/N: So how do yah like dem apples? Please reviewwww. I live no life, I need the reviews ... before I hold the story hostage. Who am I kidding I will continue the story with or without anybody (again with the lying). Oh yeah so ...review.