Who I am Isn't who I've been: (Third week of May)

'I'll let her rest, for now. But, when she is better; she and I are going to have a serious conversation about what she's been keeping from us.' From his chair positioned on the other side of the room he watched as she turned in her sleep. He thought to himself 'Charles, how could you have not noticed. Ever since that fateful day she has been different; I just couldn't put my finger on it.' He looked over at Wolverine who sat in a steel fold out chair and had been watching ever since about a week ago. He watched as she woke and slept to see if she changed other than losing her power.

As he moved his chair towards the bed in the infirmary he paused. 'She seemed normal these past few days but, what if it's just a hoax. A wolf in sheep's clothing; hiding deep down so he wouldn't be detected within the child.' He closed the distance between himself and the bed, he rested his hand on the back of her neck and felt the heat emanating off of it. Since the day he tried to kill her, she has been dealing with horrible blistering fevers. He knew as each child evolved it would be different; if they would evolve.

Rogue's body he thought was adjusting to the changes of his power. There wasn't much he understood about her powers from the beginning and the only person who really knew about the absorption ability was an evil and murderous man; it was obvious that he wanted her dead, so why would he help her. He looked up at the I.V. Hank had injected into into her arm. The fluid was nearly half finished and she didn't look any better than she did the day he had attacked her. He thought to himself 'She was fine most of the week but, the past few days... The past few days. She doesn't seem to be getting any better.'

The next day Kurt sat at her bedside for 16 hours. He wanted to will his sister better but, it seemed to do no good. As the night ran late he fell asleep; his head rested on the thin padding of the mattress and her hand was clasped into his tightly.

She woke, her vision was blurred and she felt dizzy. She sat up in the bed and seen Kurt asleep resting on the bed in a metal chair; he looked so uncomfortable but, her heart melted at the sight. She rubbed the jagged pieces of sleep out of her eyes as she saw him moving. He seemed to jump out of his sleep feeling that she was awake. Not even bothering to shake off the cobwebs he tackled with a hug and then felt her forehead; it wasn't hot like it had been, the fever had went down and he held her tighter.

He asked 'Are you hungry? No I'll...' Before she could answer he ported out of the room to the elevator. She sat in the empty infirmary, she looked around. She seen some of her clothes thrown over a chair a bowl with a rag floating in shallow water. It seemed that she had gotten pretty sick just by looking at the state of the room. She dared herself to get up; she felt her legs want to collapse from under. She walked like a baby deer and crashed into a counter. Kurt ran back into the put the plate down and grabbed her. The professor entered a moment later to see Kurt putting his sister back into bed.

As she fell back into bed she began to rub her now hurting calf's. She hadn't walked in almost two weeks. They all kept her in bed even as she fought to get up and out. She remembered feeling like she couldn't breathe, then the professor walking, waking up the first time after with Logan and the professor hovering around her with Hank in the background. She knew that she went in and out of consciousness, she would wake up and be wearing something different, her hair was brushed and her fingernails would be painted. She knew Kitty would visit her when she was asleep because the rest of the day she was busy with school and training.

Kurt began to hover over her. He had a plate in one hand and a cup wrapped with napkins in the other. He wanted to force her to eat but, she wouldn't let him. She fought with him, pushing his hands away from her face. He had a fork and it was covered in food but, she wasn't hungry. After a week of barely eating her appetite had shrunk to nearly nothing. The food had smelt good but, it didn't seem like it would satisfy her; nothing did.

Her head had been empty for some time now. The only personalities left were her own and his. He kept his thoughts quiet from her, like he didn't want her to hear them; as if he was planning something. As the professor shooed Kurt away, she just stared at him waiting for what he was going to say. He wanted to ask her every question that he had wanted to ask her from the start. He knew that she couldn't take his questioning, not yet anyway; he would have to wait just a little longer.

She pushed all the clothes off of the bed. She was kind of happy with the fact that she could finally sleep in her own bed and be out from under the house. Dreading the fact that she was out of the infirmary she plopped on the bed, she knew that now that she was much better than she had been in weeks she would have to explain what happened a year ago. She had taken all her sick days in the past two weeks and graduation was only three weeks away. Kitty knocked on the door, poked her head in 'Hey, um... The professor wants to see you. He said he's going to like be in his office.'

She walked into the office without knocking. He looked up from his computer and gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs opposite from his desk. She sat in the plush chair, looked at him for a moment, then stared down at her shoes. She knew that she would have to tell him what happened, how she messed up. He sat quietly and waited to see if she would start to explain.

He folded his hands in his lap and asked 'How are you feeling?' She looked up and sourly added 'Don't ya' jus' want ta cut ta the chase?' The professor gave her a weak smile 'Yes, I would like to know what happened but, I didn't want to just go for the jugular in a questioning scene.' She nodded heavily and looked down again 'Ah was in the pyramid and ah went to close the tomb. He grabbed me and ah tried to pull away but, he was to strong. Ah... ah ..' She couldn't say it, didn't want to say it because then it would be true, if it was said out loud.

He came out from behind his desk; he grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. He just wanted everything to start being as normal as possible for her and the rest of his students. He psychically let her know that he would help her every step of the way in every way possible. She continued 'Ah was wearing my gloves. He was so strong and ah pulled away. It didn't matter ah jus pulled and pulled he wouldn't let me go. So ah kept tryin, then ah slid out of my glove. Ah was pulling so hard ah hit the floor when ah slipped out.'

He sat there his brow furrowed, his heart sinking. He held her hand tighter as her grip loosened, he wanted her to know that she was there for her. 'Ah sat there on the ground for a minute til ah snapped outta it. Ah got up ta see he was squeezin my glove in his hand. His hand was in the tomb now, ah guess ah must ta weakened him or something, so ah closed the last door. Ah turned the power on and stepped back. My head was so loud after and ah, ah couldn't think anymore. Ah couldn't remember what ah was doin, who ah was or where ah was til ah saw Logan. He pulled me away an' ah remembered again.'

The orange glow of the sun setting illuminated the office. Her skin was warm with the orange glow, her eyes took on the orange of the sun as it shone in her face. The colors in the sky shifted from orange to pink to lavender than to indigo. The nighttime stars began to gleam as he comforted her and asked her more questions about him, her and how her mind was. She would tell him about how much it hurt at first and the difference of not feeling anything now. She got up from the chair, walked to the door,turned and looked at him with a venerability he had never seen in her before. The last thing she said to him before she walked out of his office was 'Who I am isn't who I've been.' She ducked her head into its new hanging place and headed out the room into the long hall.