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Hey! Thanks for all the reviews, you all know how awesome I think you are for doing that, so I'll shut up and get on with the story.

IMPORTANT NOTES!!

REMY will turn up when he turns up. Okay? I can't just wave a magic wand and make him appear…okay, maybe I could, but it would ruin the story. There would be no point.

In simple English, please don't harass me about when Remy's gonna turn up. I won't tell you. :P Just be patient okay?? I really don't wish to be rude or anything, but can we please keep the Remy nagging to a minimum? Thank you, luv ya all if you do as I ask –smile- and I'll throw in a teaser at the end of this chapter or the next one with Remy in it, okay? Would that make you all happy?

By the way, in case you didn't notice, I put down that this is set 3 years after the Apocalypse fiasco. REMY AND ROGUE HAVE ALREADY MET BEFORE OKAY! "Cajun Spice" happened over 3 years ago, they haven't really been able to see each other since. WHY this is, will come out later. Promise.

-UltimateGammy91

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Chapter Six – Awake

An hour later…

The room was silent again. Hank had left to go inform Charles about the girl while Logan had stayed loyally behind to keep watch. An hour had come and gone in what felt like an eternity before Rogue felt the girl stir in her arms and her head shift from her covered shoulder. She froze and watched as the girl groggily but surely came to in consciousness. Rogue was aware that Logan had sat upright in his seat in surprise and she was grateful he didn't try to move. The girl rubbed her eyes with balled up fists before yawning sleepily in the dim light, ignoring both adults that sat with their eyes transfixed on her. Cautiously, after a moment or two, Rogue gently reached out and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder but at the moment of contact she flinched away and jumped back, landing on the edge of the bed like a retreating puppy dog. Rogue found herself staring in wonder, finding the child's reaction remarkably similar to the way she reacted to uncalled-for contact. She had little time to ponder over the matter, for the girl had turned to face her. Her eyes widened momentarily but they relaxed slightly when recognition seemed to hit her. Suddenly, a smile, a relieved smile, broke across the girl's face and not a moment later, the most terrifying words ever to reach Rogue's ears escaped her mouth.

"Mama, ah thought ah lost you."

Rogue felt her body freeze over, numb and unmoving after she removed her hand from the girl's shoulder. She felt her mouth drop open but no sound dared to escape her open lips. Words, stutters, became wedged in her throat as she tried to make some kind of response. When she couldn't, she could only work with widened eyes and a gaping mouth as she stared at the girl- who called her "Mama." She heard something shift in the corner of her eye but she didn't acknowledge Logan's careful approach. Her gaze stayed locked on the now-worried and perplexed expression across the child's face. It was only when Logan touched her shoulder, and she flinched, that she actually became consciously aware that she wasn't dreaming. She had to be dreaming.

"Wh- what-? Why- why did ya- how could ah beh- your-you- No, no, no, no… this isn't real, this can'te beh real…"

Suddenly the wedge of words caught in her throat crumbled in her throat, her words coming out in stutters and half finished sentences. They became half-hysterical sobs as her heart began to rage war against her internal organs and thump wildly against her ribcage. She felt Logan's hold on her shoulder tighten but she was too numb and shaken to actually respond to the intended comfort. Not once did she let her gaze slip away from the girl.

"Rogue?"

Rogue didn't have to turn around to recognise the new voice in the room. Charles Xavier wheeled into the room, followed by Ororo and Hank who shut the door behind him with a light thud. The Professor's voice rang out with concern as he spoke up again.

"Logan, what happened?"

"She- the kid, Chuck, she called Rogue-"

"Why are ya upset Mama? Aren't ya glad t' see meh? Ah'm okay ain't ah?"

Rogue felt the air in her lungs become tight and her throat close up again as she began to heave short breaths of air. She pulled herself off the bed, pushing away Logan's hand, and backing up against the wall as she tried not to let her panic and horror take over. Logan reached for her while Ororo reached out to the girl and tried to calm her down too as tears began to swell in her emerald eyes.

"Mah eyes…"

The words became lodged into Rogue's mind as realisation shot her down. She knew, though she denied it over and over again in her mind, that this was her daughter. That feeling in the back of her mind that had nagged her since this girl literally dropped into their lives must have had something to do with this.

"Why is she scared o' meh?"

The girl turned to Ororo but she couldn't answer. She turned her gaze back to Rogue and asked, her voice trembling with emotion as she tried not to cry.

"What's goin' on? Where are we? Why are ya scared oh meh?!"

Rogue felt the blood drain from her face. Her heart was on the verge of exploding it was pumping so fast. She felt her head spin and before she could comprehend it she felt her body fall and slump to the floor with a painful thud. She heard several voices call out but the only one that she comprehended before passing out was the little girl's definite voice.

"Mama!"

And then she knew she had to be dreaming.

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Charles Xavier gave a deep sigh as he massaged his forehead. He sat in the dark hallway, his arms resting on the arms of his chair to support his head while light from the small medical room bathed him in light and shadows. He slumped back wearily against the seat as his thoughts and emotions overpowered him. It had been a long forty-eight hours of waiting and worrying while the team had been retrieving the girl but now, things seemed all the more difficult and confusing. Even for him, the greatest telepath in the world. When Hank had informed him of the incident between the girl and Rogue, he had been confided in the medical bay along with Hank, Logan and Ororo, trying their best to sort out what had unfolded before them. After finding that there were no injuries apart from a loss of consciousness, Rogue had been carried by Logan to her own room while the girl had been tended to by Ororo and Hank. Charles let out a sigh of disappointment while an odd sense of guilt pulled at his mind at the very thought of these recent events. The girl had struggled and had attempted to follow Logan with Rogue in his arms. This, was when something most unexpected had occurred, though he now figured that they should have been more open minded about the girl's powers.

-Flash Back-

"Let meh go! Mah Mama needs meh! I need t' help her! Lemme go!"

"Child you have nothing to worry about, Rogue is just being taken to her own room. She will return when-"

"No! Ah can'te let ya hurt mah Mama! Let meh go!"

Ororo did her best to contain the girl's flying limbs as she thrashed about on the floor in her attempt to follow Logan as he carried her mother out of the room. Tears had flooded down her cheeks while her eyes were reddened and glossing with fresh salty tears. Ororo felt a pang of sympathy for the girl as she held her back firmly, her hands wrapped firmly around the girl's upper arms as she tried to pull her away from the floor and back to the medical bed. She kicked and screamed, dragging her knees against the floor in an attempt to pull loose but all her efforts proved infertile.

Until she stopped.

Ororo and Hank waited and watched silently. The girl's sobs racketed down her petite frame as she stood at a still, leaning against Ororo as the African goddess held her up by her shoulders in, now, a delicate hold. Ororo began to hush her soothingly, wrapping her slender arms around the girl in a small hug that she felt was the only thing this girl needed at present. However, at that moment, something most unexpected occurred. Things around the medical room, the vase of flowers on the bed side table, the furniture, the painting hanging on the left wall, all began to rattle and shake in their places as an invisible force began to shake the room.

"Hank- What- what is happening?"

Hank, who shifted a little closer to the two, eyed the room cautiously, could only shake his head and reply.

"I'm not sure Ororo."

It was then that something seemed to click at once in both of their minds. Ororo and Hank turned their gaze to the girl in Ororo's arms. The girl was on her knees while Ororo had stood bent over slightly to hold her close, her white hair flowing over the girl's head like a curtain. Ororo immediately shifted herself, kneeling behind her while keeping a firm hold on the little girl who sat trembling with her eyes closed. Ororo's eyes widened in realisation; the room was shaking because she was shaking. It was another part of the girl's powers. Ororo immediately turned her gaze back to Hank who stood with the same realisation kindle in his blue eyes. Without another word, he rushed from the room only to return not a minute later with a syringe in one hand and a small vie in the other. He knelt before the girl and gently inserted the needle into her upper arm.

"I'm sorry my dear, but you leave us little choice."

Within moments of the sedative entering the girl's body, she felt limp in Ororo's arms.

-End of Flash back-

The outbreak of the girl's powers had made Charles stop in a trance state of shock and unease. He had been in the elevator making his way to the lower levels of the grounds when it had washed over him. Though he had not felt the ground tremor as Ororo and Hank had, he had felt the outburst of power. It had been unnerving to feel such strength of power in such a small outburst but when it had passed, it had left him intrigued and full of growing concern. It was like no other mutant power he had ever encountered. Not even Rogue or Jean Grey, who themselves had had a fair share of power outbursts over the years, had ever had such a tremendous outburst of power in such a small quantity. Though the visible outburst had been similar to that of Jean's when her telekinesis had gotten out of control once when she was a teenager, the force behind it that he had sensed was intense, perhaps deadly.

"Professor? Are you alright?"

Xavier flinched at the sudden voice but calmed when he recognised the mutant signature before even looking up to see who it was. Jean looked down on him with anxious moss-green eyes with a hand half outstretch towards his shoulder. Charles gave a reassuring, grateful smile but it did no help. He heard her thoughts, they were just as anxious. Her eyes never left his gaze as she spoke again.

"I heard what happened with the girl. And Rogue."

It was more a question than a statement. The Professor nodded, assuring her words. He remained silent for a moment before pulling his thought together and speaking for the first time. He answered her anxious glance towards the open door. The girl lay sedated in the medical bed again, her petite frame unmoving as she laid their peacefully.

"Hank was forced to sedate her when she did not calm down."

Jean nodded, her vibrant red hair bobbing with her head slightly as it flowed over her shoulders.

"I heard about that too. When will she wake up do you suppose?"

Charles shrugged.

"Hank assured me it was a light sedative but I have the feeling she won't be waking any time soon. Her powers have weakened her."

Jean's eyed widened as she turned her gaze back to her old mentor. Though she knew he could read her thoughts and answer her questions without her verbal efforts, typical human habits were better used than forgotten, even in the case of a telepath. She spoke gently, giving caution to the prospect of being overheard.

"Did you feel it too? I was in the middle of teaching a chemistry class when I felt it- that outburst- It was her wasn't it?"

Professor Xavier nodded, his eyes focused on the girl as he replied gently.

"Yes."

Jean was silent for a moment before speaking up again.

"I also heard about why Rogue's unconscious in her room."

Charles remained silent so Jean continued. He knew what she was really asking but did not wish to infiltrate her mind to answer.

"Is it true? Is she's …Rogue's daughter?"

Though there was a veil of mystery behind the extent of her powers, the physical attributes of the girl were indeed quite familiar to their resident Rogues. The two toned hair was too obvious, though the streak of blonde was something they could not account for, while the shade of green that were her eyes were another obvious indication. When she had spoke, her voice had been thick with a Southern accent but it was not quite like Rogue's, it sounded like something out of Louisiana to be truthful…

Charles broke away from his thoughts, realising he hadn't replied yet. Gently, he spoke up.

"Hank is running the DNA test now. We should know by morning."

Jean could only nod in understanding.

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"-ugh- What happened t' mah head…"

Rogue's eye lids felt heavy and sore as she tried to lift them. The room was bathed in a dim light, her cream window curtains had been shut, so it wasn't so painful to adjust her eyes. She assumed it was morning, for a natural glow seeped through the small sliver of gaps between the curtains. She gave a small groan as she pulled herself up to a seated position, her arms stretching into the air as her back joins popped. She felt a little drowsy but well rested nonetheless but when she slipped off the bed and onto her feet, she felt her legs wobble under her weight. Clutching the bedside table for support, she steadied herself on her feet. That didn't stop her head from spinning though. Rogue let out a low groan of pained annoyance.

"What train hit meh an' where is the drivah so ah can go kick his ass…ugh…"

Slowly, she made her way over to her dresser and sat herself down in front of it. It was a historic looking old relic she had found at a garage sale some years ago. Left in so-called pristine condition, it was wood and freshly coated in white to suite the room while a grand oval mirror was held in place like an eye lens with metal, vine-like extensions holding it in place and held it together with the table. Scattered belongings lay across it, a few (and they were few) bottles of perfume, a small black make-up case, hair clips, pins, lip glosses and the odd object here and there. She reached out and picked up a small box that sat in the left corner of the dresser and pulled out of it a pack of aspirin. Gently, she wandered across the room and made her way into the bathroom. She pulled a glass from a hanging shelf on the wall and filled it with water, drowning the aspirin down quickly. She remained still with her palms cutting into the basin, closer her eyes for relief as the aspirin began to work its magic. Though she knew it would take a little longer for it to really kick in, the thought of it was enough to stable her enough to walk out of the room. Soundlessly, she made her way about the room, picking up clothes and hanging them up again in her closet- meanwhile picking out a pair of jeans, converses, a green top and a pair of black opera gloves. Once dressed, she went back to the bathroom to fix her hair and face.

Rogue had forgotten her Gothic ways long ago (with the exception of a few CDs she'd kept and a pack of dark make-up) and so prompted to using no make-up except for a light gloss on her lips. After brushing the curls out of her auburn hair, she tried her best to sweep her white fringe away from her eyes. She pushed it to right side of her forehead but it stubbornly refused to move out of her eyes. She cursed lightly for taking Kitty's opinion and cutting her banges to such a stubborn fringe but dismissed it, uncaringly. Once dressed and groomed, her long straight hair falling over her covered shoulders, she headed out the main door.

She passed a few of her own students on the way down to the kitchen. Though she said hello nice enough; normal enough, their responses were a mix of nervous smiles and as soon as they passed, they turned to their neighbour and began to whisper excitedly. Rogue eyed those who did this with a curiously raised brow but forgot about it when she entered the kitchen. Scott, Kurt and Logan sat crowded around the main kitchen bench while the rest of the kitchen was left bare. There were several kitchens in the school, this was the 'adult's kitchen' so there was rarely a student here unless they were looking for one of the teachers. However, when she entered, their light talking stopped and each male stopped to stare at her as she walked in. Rogue ignored their staring and headed straight for the fridge. As she opened it, she threw a hello over her shoulder.

"Mornin' boys."

"Uh- good morning Rogue."

Was Scott's uncomfortable reply.

"Guten Morgen mien schwester." (good morning my sister)

Was Kurt's response, nervous if not optimistic, while Logan gave a low grunt of hello but spoke of none. Instead, he asked her something.

"How are you feelin' kid? You were out cold last night. Didn't think you'd be up so early."

Rogue retreated from the fridge with an apple in hand. She took a bite and swallowed before attempting to reply. Her brow was knitted with a hint of confusion as she matched his question with another.

"I'm fahne ah guess, but what do ya mean ah was 'out cold' last naght?"

Scott, Kurt and Logan exchanged somewhat nervous glances with each other before returning to look at her. Slowly, Logan replied, his brow creased with concern as well as sternness.

"Kid, do you remember last night?"

Rogue furrowed her brow with more confusion. She shook her head slowly. She became a little anxious as the three exchanged worried glances again. Finally, Scott spoke up.

"Rogue, you remember the mission the other day right? Where we went?"

Rogue nodded slowly. He continued.

"Well…"

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Hank let out a sigh of exhaustion. Despite his assuring Charles and Ororo that he was perfectly alright and accepting their offers for coffee when they called in on him in the medical wing, he was, to be frank, close to dropping from either exhaustion or the curiosity of his own thoughts. There were so many questions he wanted answered about this girl, maybe not as many as Rogue would when she woke up, but a fair amount nonetheless. His thoughts had raced over countless possibilities for this girl's sudden appearance in their lives but none stood out as much as the possibility that she might be from another dimension or time. The future perhaps?

Hank shook his head. He was tired.

"Hank?"

Hank turned his head at the familiar voice. Ororo stood in the doorway, an anxious expression across her face. She looked well rested, radiant as always in a long forest green skirt and white blouse. Hank noticed she was also carrying a tray of what his senses happily told him was a freshly cooked breakfast. He felt his stomach grumble loudly, making them both chuckle with amusement. He spoke up as she laid the tray of eggs, bacon, toast and coffee on a vacant space on his desk.

"Thank you Ororo, I can see why Logan loves you so much. The way to any man's heart is through his stomach. You are an accomplished chef."

Ororo smiled, chuckled lightly as she blushed lightly.

"My cooking is primitive compared to Jean's or Rogue's, but I do hope you enjoy it."

Hank waves his massive hand at her, smiling with tease as he kept his gaze on the screen monitor. Ororo remained silent for a moment, her gaze wandering through the window between the lab and the small medical room beside it. To keep a better eye on the girl, they had moved her to the room beside Hank's lab. Ororo eyed the petite girl in the bed, letting a sad sigh escape her. Hank, who had turned away from his work for a moment, eyed Ororo's expression. It mirrored across his face.

"Don't worry Ororo. She's just resting now. All will turn out well in the end. I'm sure of it."

Ororo nodded but kept her gaze on the girl as she spoke.

"I was just wondering. Rogue had quite a fright last night. Both of them did. I cannot image how it will settle when they wake up again and see each other."

Hank nodded. He understood well enough. Finally, he admitted.

"It's all very curious-"

"Hank-"

"I can imagine that Rogue will-"

"No, -look Hank! Look at the girl!"

Hank's heart skipped a beat, fearing the worst, but when he stood and strode over to the window to look, his anxiety turned to interest. A pair of emerald green eyes stared back at them through the window. The girl was sitting upright in the bed, her gaze focused on them.

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