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"It's… It's like a blinding horrible pain spreading through my, like, my skull y'know? Deadly man, images, feelings, and the smells, well the smells …" Jimmy explained without taking so much as a breath.

"Why exactly are you here again? And what kinda name is Jimmy, Jimmy what?" Logan interrupted gruffly.

Jimmy looked uncomfortable with the question and stayed quiet.

Logan, Storm and Rogue had asked Jimmy to explain what he meant when he said he had had a 'vision' of them, so far he hadn't really explained anything, well anything useful.

He was been extremely vague and that pissed Logan off.

"Jimmy, could you just explain what you mean when you say you had a vision of us?" Storm asked patiently.

He exhaled. "Well!" Jimmy started, spreading his arms out dramatically.

Logan sighed again.

"It's kinda hard to explain…" He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Okay, to make a long story short, I get these shitty buggering headaches that come with images, sounds, sometimes smells. They sometimes knock me unconscious. Been gettin' em' since I was a teenager," he shrugged. "First one I got almost killed me…Dunno why I get them, but they're always bad. I don't always get much information, no names, just faces. Images of people in trouble, people about to be killed, well you get the picture."

"Can ya believe this guy?" Logan scoffed incredulously, looking over at Storm.

Storm ignored him. "So your mutation is, getting visions?" Storm frowned, a quizzical look on her face.

Jimmy sighed again. "I s'pose, that and enhanced strength."

Logan raised an eyebrow.

Rogue, who had been silent the whole time walked forward towards Jimmy, inquisitively. "Who sends them?" she asked.

Logan and Storm stared at her, confused.

"They gotta come from somewhere right? They gotta be sent for a reason or what's the point sending em'" She stated.

Logan eyed Jimmy with suspicion. "Kid's got a point."

Jimmy crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking the way Logan was stood. "If I knew who was sending em' dontcha think I wudda, well, confronted them on the matter? They're bloody painful. They've almost killed me before remember? "

Logan stepped forward angrily but Storm stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Could you excuse us for a second?" She smiled at Rogue and Jimmy, pulling Logan forcefully into a classroom.

"What is with you?" She demanded to him once she got him alone.

Logan scoffed. "Storm, that guy in there is a liar."

Storm sighed, hands on hips. "Maybe so," she shrugged. "But then again, what if he's telling the truth?"

Logan scowled. "We know nothin' about him. I mean where's he from? What's his real name?"

Storm frowned, thinking. "We'll ask him about that later. Logan, please, what if he really is telling the truth? Can we afford to ignore him?"

Logan snorted, pacing in-front of her. "About havin' a vision of the X-Men in dire peril? Guy doesn't needa get visions to know we face a lot of life-threatening situations in our line of work." He shrugged.

Storm laughed, raising an eyebrow. "No Logan, you face a lot of life-threatening situations, I run a school"

"I'll make a deal with you. Let's listen to his story, if he's lying, I'll let you deal with him however you see fit." She continued.

Logan retracted his claws, flashing Storm a sharks grin. "I know a liar when I smell one."

Bobby stood in his room listening intently to the exchange between the X-Men and 'Jimmy'. He had been listening for the past 10 minutes since the guy had arrived. He knew he should go out but he couldn't face anyone yet. He felt pretty ill after the amount of beer he had consumed. He knew Logan would be able to smell the alcohol on him and couldn't deal with a lecture from the Wolverine.

Bobby desperately wanted to talk to Rogue, to explain, to do something but he just couldn't face her. As he listened to Jimmy and Rogue he felt a distinct pang of jealously, was this guy coming onto his girl?

Who does this guy think he is?

Jimmy and Rogue stood in the X-Mansions lobby, both looking visibly uncomfortable in each others company.

Jimmy broke the uncomfortable silence. "Mississippi ey?" Jimmy grinned at her.

She smiled coyly. "London ey?" She shot back, trying her best to intimidate an English accent.

"Yeah, came to yank country when I heard about that cure, did bugger all didn't it?" Jimmy said, tapping his fingers against his forehead. "Still get 'em."

Rogue looked shocked, she stepped back from him. "What? What ah' ya goin' on about?" She demanded loudly. Not quite believing what she had heard. Was he saying the cure didn't work?

The cure…What's he sayin' about the cure…

Oh please no, she thought, feeling sick to her stomach.

Bobby had been walking down the corridor when he heard Rogue shouting. The minute he had heard her sounding so angry and sad he assumed the worst, he assumed someone was upsetting her, he couldn't have that. He loved her too much, she would take him back…She would.

"What's going on?" Bobby shouted, approaching Jimmy angrily.

"Bobby," Rogue breathed softly when she saw him approach.

"What have you said to her scumbag?" He demanded, grabbing Jimmy by the lapels of his leather jacket and slamming him against the wall, hard.

Jimmy's eyes widened and he groaned in pain. "Whoa whoa, I haven't said anything" Jimmy said, struggling in Bobby's icy grip.

"Bobby please…" Rogue pleaded from behind him, trying to get through to him.

It was useless.

He ignored her, his entire body transforming into ice like it had when he confronted his ex-friend Pyro.

He held Jimmy in his icy grasp as the man started to turn blue from the cold. "She's my girlfriend," he hissed, slamming Jimmy against the wall harder. "I won't let you upset her," he slammed him again. "I won't let anyone upset her."

Jimmy was going numb from the cold, he could feel the coldness spreading throughout his body, the cold was too much to bear. "Man…Please…" He choked out feebly, trying to push Bobby off him.

"Bobby you're killing him!" Rogue cried out, trying to pry Bobby's hands off Jimmy but he was too strong. "He didn't do anythin!" She shouted.

Suddenly Logan and Storm ran in. Logan took one look at the scene in-front of him and grabbed the Iceman, throwing him back away from Jimmy and into the opposite wall, knocking him unconscious.

"Kid stinks of booze," Logan said disgustedly, looking down at the unmoving form of Bobby Drake.

"Bobby!" Rogue shouted, running forward towards him, checking his pulse. She breathed a sigh of relief and watched amazed as his body went back to normal. "He was gonna kill him," she sobbed, looking at Jimmy who had drifted off into an unconsciousness slumber too.

Storm looked lost for words, she was stunned Bobby could do such a thing and wondered, as Rogue had earlier, what was going on with Bobby Drake?

It's Bobby Drake, he's such a nice, good student…This isn't him, Storm thought, sighing.

Logan was busy checking Jimmy's vitals. "Punk's freezing" He announced. "Icy held on much longer 'n' this guy wudda been as blue as that fur-ball McCoy."

"Take him to medical." She said firmly, meeting Logan's gaze.

He nodded, picking up the limp form of Jimmy and taking off down the hall.

Storm walked over to Rogue, who was sat down with Bobby, delicately stroking his hair.

"Bobby…" Rogue said softy in his ear, hoping he would stir. He did not.

A concerned look crossed Storm's face as she looked at the couple.

"Rogue?" She asked, trying to get the young woman's attention.

Rogue looked up, eyes teary. "He…Why did he…? I dunno why he…?" She sniffed, not making any sense.

Storm extended her hand to Rogue. "C'mon, we'll take him to Doctor McCoy, he needs medical attention."

And possibly psychiatric, Storm thought solemnly, trying to not think about that right now. Rogue needed her.

Rogue grabbed onto her hand and stood up, a little shaky from the events that had occurred. "Yeah, right. She replied finally, looking down at Bobby who lay sprawled out on the floor, still unmoving and looking very pale.

Bobby Drake lay on a bed in the medical wing, he was still unconscious and sporting a rather nasty bruise on his arm from when he had been flung against the wall by Logan.

Rogue was sat patiently at his side, waiting for him to wake. Doctor McCoy had said he would wake up soon; luckily Logan hadn't hit him too hard to cause any permanent damage. When Bobby awoke he would just feel very groggy and sick.

Rogue had been in tears, again. She had cried so much since she had come back to the school and she was sick of it, she wished things were like they were before.

When everyone was still alive and I wasn't treated as a freak in the school for 'freaks' she thought miserably, holding Bobby's hand in hers.

Rogue felt sick with anger at what Bobby had done, she never imagined him doing anything like what he had done, he just wasn't that sort of guy.

She didn't know what she was going to say to him when he woke up so she just sat, stroking his hand in hers and going over things in her head.

Rogue wondered what was going on in Bobby's head, Bobby never got drunk, he just wasn't that sort of guy, what had made him turn to the drink?

And why did he feel the need to suddenly attack Jimmy? He mentioned something about Jimmy upsetting me…

Rogue couldn't understand. Yes, when she heard Jimmy mention the cure she had shouted, she was terrified the cure wouldn't be permanent and Jimmy had seemed to confirm her fears…

But I would be…Back to normal if the cure hadn't worked, right?

All Rogue had thought about since getting the cure was, would it be permanent?

"Rogue?" A voice croaked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Her eyes shifted to Bobby, who was trying to sit up in bed. "Don't try an' sit up, Logan smacked ya pretty hard."

A look of confusion and then guilt crossed Bobby's young face. "That guy, is…Is he dead?" He asked groggily. His voice rough and gritty.

Rogue shook her head quickly. "No, no, I don't think he's in a good way but he ain't dead."

Tears formed in his beautiful blue eyes. "I'm sorry Rogue; I don't know what came over me."

"You were drunk Bobby," Rogue replied dryly, shifting in her seat.

Rogue felt annoyed he was doing this to her now, that he was crying after everything he had done. She felt he was just wallowing in his own self-pity, didn't he realize everyone was suffering?

He didn't reply, just looked around the room, uncomfortable.

"I don't forgive you." She admitted.

Bobby looked up, stunned. "What?"

Rogue swallowed. "You said sorry, but, I don't forgive you, I can't, you almost killed someone Bobby."

He heaved a sigh. "As you pointed out, I was drunk," he said bluntly.

She stood up. "That's not an excuse," she replied, her expression darkening.

Bobby blinked tiredly. "Look Rogue, I'm pretty tired, can we talk later?" he asked, leaning back.

"We need to talk now," she seethed.

"Hey," a soft voice said from the doorway. It was Kitty Pryde.

Rogue's head snapped round angrily.

Kitty looked uncomfortable. ""I, uh, I, how's Bobby?" She asked sheepishly.

Rogue looked furious, angry that Kitty would even dare come see Bobby, after everything.

She glared at Kitty. "Get out."

Kitty recoiled. "Wha? Please, Rogue, I just wanna know how he is, the whole school knows."

Bobby, who had been watching the scene before him silently up until this point gave a small cough, gaining the immediate attention of both women, "I'm fine Kitty," he smiled sweetly, making Rogue feel quite sick.

Rogue looked back at Bobby incredulously. "See. He's fine," she said, giving a forced smile. "You can leave now."

Suddenly a jolt of anger pushed Kitty into saying something she knew she would instantly regret. "Rogue what is your problem? What? You havin' a little tantrum cos Bobby confided in me 'n' not you, get over it already!"

Rogue looked back at Bobby, perhaps hoping he would say something but he kept silent, he actually seemed amused by the whole situation. She couldn't believe it.

Rogue would have loved nothing better than to punch Kitty and then confront her so-called boyfriend but she held her emotions in. "I would like to talk to my boyfriend."

Bobby lay on his bed, still groggy as ever and considered intervening.

What's the point, Rogue will just bite my head off, he thought, choosing to stay silent and let the whole thing ride itself out.

"I would like to talk to my friend," Kitty replied.

Rogue laughed bitterly. "Get out now Kitty or I'll make you get out."

Bobby suddenly piped up. "Rogue perhaps…"

"Shut up Bobby," she shouted.

Kitty grinned. "Empty threats Rogue, no powers remember? What can ya do to me?"

Kitty was on a roll, the insults just kept coming out of her mouth, she didn't know what she was doing but she felt so angry. She knew it was a mistake to mention Rogue's powers, after all, Kitty had been the one to tell Bobby it was fine Rogue been human and that their relationship would be fine.

Kitty took a step back from Rogue. "Rogue, I didn't mean…" She started, apologetically.

But before she could finish Rogue had grabbed her by the arm and was pulling her out of the room.

Kitty tried to tug her arm back. "Ugh, Rogue, get, get off me!" she shouted, angrily.

Suddenly Kitty's expression became pained. "Rogue, you're…" She said weakly.

Rogue appeared to not have noticed and continued trying to pull Kitty out of the room. She wore a determined expression.

Bobby saw what was going on. "Rogue, you're hurting her," he yelled from his bed.

She completely ignored him, as he had to her earlier and continued to hold on to Kitty's arm, pulling her.

Kitty had gone pale, blood draining from her face as she struggled weakly in Rogue's grasp.

Bobby saw no emotion in Rogue's eyes as she held on to the limp Kitty Pryde.

Bobby gasped, watching Rogue and Kitty, stunned. He then lunged forward out of his bed, grabbing onto Rogue's ankle and pulling her down. He fell onto the floor next to her as Kitty fell out of her grasp.

Kitty lay on the floor next to them, pale as a ghost, eyes slightly rolled back.

Rogue stared at Kitty, shocked at her actions. "Is she…Is she dead?" She asked Bobby, who was trying to sit up next to her.

"I don't know," he said flatly, moving forward next to her.

Rogue's eyes widened as she stared at Kitty. "My powers, they're back," she said emotionlessly, staring at her hands.

"They're back."

To be continued…

What you think? It's getting pretty dark, I know. So many questions too! Is Kitty dead? What about Jimmy? What about these visions he's getting of the X-Men? and where's Magneto? I'll try n explain more in next chapter : )

Love Caroline xxx