Author's Note: Remember when I said this would be a short fan fiction? Well, I lied. It's actually going to be at least eight chapters. I feel like this is a good thing. I really like this story and I wish more people would do stories where Rogue loses control of her powers. I can barely find any! Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Ou es-tu?—Where are you?

Ca va—Are you ok?

X-Men Mansion—Monday, 2 weeks ago

Rogue smiled as she grabbed her weakly letter from Logan out off the counter. He had left two months ago for the Canada, but he still kept in contact and for that, she was grateful. She missed him a lot when he was gone—Logan was like a father to her and she felt like a part of her was gone when he left.

She quickly tore open the envelope and eagerly began to read his letter:

Stripes,

Nothing much has been happening out here. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that nothing has, but I wish that I could get a little action out here. I heard on the TV in the local bar that Magneto has been causing you guys problems and I wish that I could come and help you out, but I can't. I need to clear my head, Stripes. The past few months the fractured memories have been resurfacing and causing me problems. That's why I left. I need to try and sort out who I am and who Weapon X tried to make me into. I guess, in a way, I need to find me. I know you'll understand this, but the others won't, so try to explain it to them, ok? I'm counting on you to fill my place while I'm gone. Don't let anyone cause you problems and if they do, I'll deal with them when I get back.

Now, there is the matter of the Cajun. I don't like him, Rogue. He's too flirty for his own good and I don't want to see you get hurt. I know you don't take orders from anyone but yourself, but try to be smart about it. Just don't rush into anything, ok? Take your time and everything will fall into place—and let him know that if he so much as makes one tear fall from those eyes of yours, that I'll chop into up into a billion little pieces.

Rogue, in your last letter you mentioned that your powers were acting up. What's going on with them? Are you ok?

Logan

Rogue frowned as she read the last sentence. She had hoped that he wouldn't have picked up on the power issue. She had written really quickly and small and placed it in a random place towards the end of her letter. She had wanted to tell someone just to get the issue off her chest, but Logan—being as smart as he was—of course picked up on it.

Her powers had been acting up. She was starting to recall psyches from weeks ago that she was sure had faded. The fact that they were resurfacing made her mind a little crowded and she was losing herself more frequently among the chaos. She had never let the others see this. It had never happened in the day time, but when she let her guard down to rest, they psyches would spring into action and she would lose control for a few seconds.

She picked up her pen to write a reply though she wasn't sure what to write. Logan always knew when something was wrong with her and he always knew when she was lying. She grimaced what could she do?

"Chere?"

Her head picked up immediately.

"Ou es-tu?"

"Here!" Rogue called and Remy strolled in, shuffling a deck of cards. He walked over to her and glanced over the letter before Rogue snatched it away.

"Ah, Logan's letter." He replied as he pulled up a chair.

"Yep," Rogue said. "He's fahne. He told meh tah tell yah that if yah make meh cry, he'll tear yah into a billion bitty pieces."

Gambit chuckled, but then his face grew serious.

"Rogue, Gambit'll never make you cry."

"I know." She answered, taking his hand in her gloved one. She then glanced at the clock. She hadn't realized it was past midnight already! She stood up. "Ah'm goin' tah bed." She saw the perverted look that entered his eyes and she wanted to smile at it, but that would only encourage him to believe in things that could never be.

She would never be able to touch a human being. That was final.

"Chere—"

"Don't say sumethin' yah'll regret, Cajun." She smirked as she turned and went to her bedroom.

Fear took hold of her. What if the voices came back?

She got into her pajamas and tucked herself into bed. She slowly shut her eyes.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Rogue!

Mutant, die!

I want a cookie!

Like, OMG, Rogue, can you talk to me?

Yer gonna have to talk to the Professor.

Cherie, ca va?

Join us, Rogue. You know you want to.

One second won't hurt!

Rogue cringed as voice after voice filled her head.

"No," She muttered. "Ah'm in control."

She forced herself to block the voices and then fell asleep from exhaustion.

But, even in sleep, she could feel the psyches clawing for control. She was able to fight them off now, but for how much longer?

She didn't know what to do anymore.

Who could save her from her own mind?

Author's Note: I love my reviewers!