Part One: How Could You?

I had left the mansion a year and a half ago, and I still couldn't help but think of it as home. Even after they had made me leave.

That day I died all over again. The first time, when my parents had kicked me out of my own house had been torture. I had cried silently in the passenger side of countless trucks thinking nothing could ever make me happy again, but the X-men had made me happy. Being an X-man gave me a new family. I thought that they had loved me as much as I had loved them all. But a simple misunderstanding and all was fucked up again.

I couldnt believe it. How can they believe that I would have done anything to hurt Jean?

Stupid fucking Brotherhood. It was all their fault.

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It had been cold that day. So cold that even their resident weather goddess couldn't warm the air up a bit.

I had been watching TV on the couch with Logan when I heard the first scream.

Logan and I had jumped from the couch and ran toward the ear wretching wails so fast that any on-looker could have mistaken us for colorful wind. We bolted through the school as fast as our legs could carry us. A few other X-men caught up with us on the way.

I almost through up when I realized who was screaming.

"Jean!" Scott screamed from beside me. He had recognized the voice too.

When we got there we found Jean lying in a pool of blood... Her blood.

I got to her first. She had become a sister type to me and tears were pouring down my face seeing her in such anguish.

"Rogue?" she rasped.

"Yeah, Jeannie. It's me. Hold on, we'll get Beast. You'll be fine."

"I'm gonna die Rogue."

"No Jeannie, you'll be fine." It was less than a whisper coming out of my mouth.

Suddenly Jean grabbed my hand and started to take of my glove.

"What are you doing?" I asked frantically trying to pull my hand back.

"I have to leave you with this power. Please understand, Marie." Logan was the only one who really called me Marie anymore. It only made me weep harder.

She clasped her hand with mine tight. I tried to pull away. God! I tried so hard to save her. But I couldn't get her off of me. By then the other X-men had reached us. They were screaming things, but I couldn't hear what. My head was filling with memories and mutant powers that weren't my own. It was agony as I had never felt in my life. I thought I heard a light whisper in my head ~I'm sorry.~ It was Jean's voice. In my head. Then everything was dark.

I came to in the med lab. No one else was there, which was weird because there was always someone waiting for a patient to wake up. Either Beast or... Oh Jean! The events of last night came back in a rush. Was it last night? Was it two days ago? A week? I didn't know.

I let out a single sob that echoed through the room. I got swung my legs over the side of the table. I had to find someone. I hardly noticed that I was sobbing as I ran down the hall. My sobs subsided as I got to Xavier's office and pushed the door open. The X-men were all there and they turned to look at me.

Suddenly I saw Scott glaring at me.

"How could you Rogue? She loved you!" he screamed at me.

He didn't think... he couldn't think that I had done this on purpose.

"I..." I stammered at him.

"You drained Jean! Dammit Rogue, how could you?"

"Sh-She grabbed me! I couldn't get her to let go!"

He was balling over his dead lover when he yelled, "Leave, Go!!"

I looked at the other X-men for a sign that they didn't think I had killed my best friend, but no one said anything. I ran.

I went back to my room and put on some clothes. Riding clothes. I was fallowing Logan's example and running on a stolen motorcycle. Logan! How could he think those awful things about me. Right then I didn't care. I just had to get out of there.