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IMPORTANT Author's Notes: Ok so the story starts on the evening of last chapter. I felt the need to take you all through the mind of person going through withdraw. It's going to make the characters seem really weak and vulnerably but such is life. It's pretty angsty (I hate that word), too. In fact I was a little depressed writing it. Maybe that's why I couldn't get it finished and published. But what is life without angst? Nothing I tell you, nothing.

Anyways, the main focus for Remy's withdrawal is DT (delirium tremens), since he is a chronic alcoholic and he's going cold turkey. The symptoms of DT are intense confusion, disorientation, hallucinations, hyperactivity, and extreme cardiovascular disturbances. Very dangerous withdrawal symptoms but luckily he's in the MedBay and not alone on the streets somewhere. (Don't try to quit alone if you're a chronic alcoholic user. DT can be life threatening if unsupervised.) Plus, I'm not going to make Remy's symptoms too severe. He's just going to be in pain and really confused, but that's it. Don't want to drag it out and depress you even more.

Kitty is not going through withdraw, of course, but she is going to have her share of difficulty as well.

Now we jump three days where Jean is through with withdrawal but has to deal with the aftereffects of her addiction. Basically it's crashing… really hard. If you ever have been burnt out you know the feeling. Jean's part is short, though. (extremely short) Didn't want to drag that one out. You'll see her more in chap 8 and 9.

Rogue gets a break. She gets to sleep through the rest of her withdrawal. Not without a rude awakening, however.

Then the story shall move forward after that…

(I apologize in advance for grammer. Didn't have a chance to correct the story. Use your imagination and pretend they dont exist)

And so I begin?


Yes, I begin. Chapter Four

The Beginning of a Long Journey

Day 2 Evening

Cramps! It was pissing him off.

Now nausea, the dull panging in the head, he had dealt with that before. Those symptoms were associated with hangovers. He had hangovers countless times. That was nothing. But fucking cramps. He wasn't used to the sensation of something violently pulling the abdominal muscles from the bones.

Dis merde hurts. Remy thought from his spot in the bathroom. He was on the cold tile floor with his back against the bathtub sitting hunched over with both his knees propped tightly against his chest by his arms. In any other case, this position brought minimal comfort to a stomachache. For Remy, forcing his thighs against his abdomen was a way to hold on to his sanity.

He didn't remember coming into the small bathroom and sitting on the floor. He only vaguely remembered looking for an escape route, which was useless when he realized he was underground. The time between that and when the unimaginable pain had begun was a blur.

Remy never liked blanking out. Even when he was drunk blanking out was a fear of his. It made him feel exposed and susceptible to any danger. He needed to be in control at all times. He never got drunk to black out. Just to be numb. Now he could feel… everything.

Why the hell did his stomach hurt so horrible? He wondered. Why did the little green spots on the floor look like her eyes? He looked intently at the floor and blinked. The eyes were gone and he was staring at green patterns instead. Remy decided he was going crazy. He needed at least two bottles of bourbon at the moment to clear his mind, bring him back to sanity.

That would mean another attempt to escape this hell. If he really wanted to leave he had to do it now while nobody was watching. Gradually he let go of his tight grip on his legs breathing like it was some strenuous activity. Grasping the side of the tub with his left hand he slowly pushed himself up to a standing position. A wave of nausea came over him immediately causing his mouth to water and his stomach to launch up his throat.

Instinctively, he shot his body toward the toilet and emptied more stomach acid into the bowl. When his stomach had settled a little he reached a shaky hand to the handle and flushed down the vile smell. The pain grew worse. He doubled over almost hitting on the side of the ceramic commode.

"Remy, are you in there?" Questioned a voice far from him. Remy held his breath for a moment. The person sounded like his aunt in New Orleans. He hadn't seen her in two years. Knowing he didn't look presentable at the moment, Remy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand feeling the stumble of his unshaven chin. His aunt will probably give him an ear full.

"Tante Mattie?" Remy asked, his voice only a whisper. He looked up at the women coming in the bathroom through blurred eyes. It was her.

"No, child. I am Dr. Monroe." Ororo frowned. She hated seeing anyone especially young people going through withdraw. It tugged her heart seeing someone struggle and there was nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.

The boy didn't seem to understand her and stared at her with a dazed look in his eyes. She didn't want to push it any further so she decided to not correct him, again. "Come on, now. Let's get you back in bed."

Ororo helped him off the floor and back into the room. As she helped him into the bed Tessa walked into the room.

"Did he get out of his bed, again?" Tessa asked helping Ororo put a disoriented Remy in the bed. She was a registered nurse and worked along side of Dr. McCoy in the MedBay.

"Yes. I found him in the bathroom. He was vomiting just now." Ororo told her.

Tessa sighed looking at the alarm clock next to the bed. "He's not due for another dose of methadone for five hours. He's just going to have deal with the pain for a while longer." Tessa turned to Remy. "Remy, you need to stay in bed, okay. It will make you feel a bit better by keeping still."

Remy closed his eyes and mumble something in response. "I guess I have to keep watching him for the next few hours." Tessa sighed covering Remy with the blanket.

Ororo nodded. "I will come back down later to bring you dinner seeing that you might not make it up this evening."

"Thanks, Ororo." Tessa said. "Oh and make sure to bring down the new guy, too. I heard from Emma that he was a looker."

Ororo laughed, "Sure thing."


Day 2 Evening

She hated herself.

Katherine Pryde. What a name to live under, to carry the rest of your life. Katherine meant "Pure". Pure Pryde. Kitty almost laughed out loud just thinking about it. What would a person with pure pride be doing in a rehabilitation center?

She did not find herself to be pure in any way. She definitely did not have pride either. People with pride don't have eating disorders. Katherine Pryde was damaged, the very contradiction of her name. Depression. The epitome of hate, to hate yourself, your life, your very existence, there was nothing worse.

Emma, walking into the room, interrupted kitty's self-loathing followed by Tessa pushing in a tray. Kitty could tell that there was a steamy hot bowl of soup and crackers on the tray. Her eyes grew wide with fear.

Emma caught on to her facial expression really quickly, "Okay, I know what you're thinking and you stop thinking it. Just stay calm."

"But –" Kitty tried to protest before Emma cut her off.

"Kitty, trust me." Emma insisted.

Kitty felt tears well up in her eyes. "But I can't like hold anything down."

Emma nodded, "I know." She sat on a stool next to Kitty's bed. "Before you came here did you hear about any treatments for bulimia nervosa?"

Kitty shook her head. "No."

Emma went on. "Well, there are various ways to treat the illness that different treatment centers use. Some centers use drugs. Others use positive thinking. We do both here." Emma pointed to Kitty's Ivy bag, "In that bag is a cocktail of vitamins and minerals that your body is lacking due to your sickness."

Tessa gave Emma a bottle of pills and then stood over to the side of the room.

"This is a supplement that Tessa will give you twice a day for two weeks. You took some all yesterday and this morning, remember?"

Kitty nodded looking at the bottle warily. "What's it for?"

"How much do you know about anatomy?" Emma asked.

"You mean like Grey's Anatomy?"

Emma let out an amused laugh. "No, not quite. There is a facial nerve called the Vargas nerve that the supplements control. You see the Vargas nerve manages the signal that tells you that you're full and turns on your need to regurgitate."

"So, if I take that when I eat I won't throw up?"

"Precisely, there are chemicals in the supplements that affects the Vargas nerve directly and deadens the initiation to vomit. These supplements also contain enzymes to help your body digest your meals since it hasn't had food in a long time."

"Oh, okay… But why am I only taking them for two weeks?"

"Well, your way below the acceptable minimum weight for your age and it will be better for you if you were healthier when your treatment started. At the same time, you can't be dependent of the supplements to eat. You need learn to enjoy eating and want as well as need to eat when you're hungry. We want you to learn how to stop throwing up on your own. It's going to take a lot of work but you will get to that point."

Emma brought the tray in front of Kitty. "It's chicken noodle soup. Smells really yummy. It's not the store brought canned kind either. Our chef made it from scratch. I already had some earlier and it was so delicious. You have to try it."

Kitty looked at the soup grudgingly. Yeah, it did look good, but she had no desire to eat it. "Do you want me to take the pills now?" Kitty tried to ask boldly but her voice came out as a whisper.

Emma nodded. She handed Kitty some water in a cup and watch Kitty swallow the pills. Of course Kitty had a strong urge to bring it back but she tried her hardest to keep it down. After a minute she felt fine again.

"I felt like I was going to puke them back up." Kitty told Emma, hoping that the pills weren't working and her dinner could be delayed more.

"Did you?"

"…No."

Emma offered her a spoon. "Then you will be fine. Sometimes it's all in your head."

Kitty sighed and looked warily at the soup, "Are you sure about this?"

"Very sure."

Katherine Pryde reluctantly took the spoon.


Day 5 Evening

Pain. That's all she felt, throbbing, burning, stinging, stabbing, piercing pain, that's all that consumed her. Her legs hurt, her back hurt, her stomach hurt, and her head was pulsating with pain. Places hurt that never felt pain before.

At the same time, her body felt strange. It felt heavy like the weight of a truck was on top of her. Her conscious was foggy. It was as if she was in between dark and light.

She felt herself trying to open her eyes but action caused her more pain. She attempted to move her hands to her face but found her arms immovable. That's when the panic set in. What the hell was going on?

Why was she was strapped down and blind? She struggled to scream out for help but only heard a muffled sound. Something was covering her face. Feeling a wave of fear and confusion come over her, she began to open her eyes again. This time she succeeded for only a second as water flowed in causing her to blink viscously.

When her eyes finally adjusted she realized she was fully submerged in water. She looked at her arms frightfully seeing the many tubes streaming from her body. Bandages covered her skin.

Suddenly three metal claws shot from the back of her palms causing her to screech out from fear and pain.

Rogue jumped to a sitting position sweating profusely and breathing hard. She franticly rubbed her hands looking for any signs of claws or scars showing that claws might be there. While she was doing this she didn't realize that someone had entered the room and was now looking at her strangely.

"Are you okay?" The woman asked coming toward her.

Rogue looked up at the person and raised her hand toward the woman. "Don't touch meh!" Rogue screamed.

Tessa stopped in her tracks. "I heard you scream out so I came to see if everything was okay. I don't mean any harm." She reassured.

Rogue put down her hand slowly but gave the woman a warning stare, making sure there were no sudden movements made. "Where am Ah?"

"You're in the MedBay... You hit your head, which caused you to be out for a while. It's been almost three days, actually." Tessa told her. When Rogue didn't respond Tessa continued. "I'll go tell Dr. McCoy you're awake."

Rogue took a deep breath and leaned back on the headboard, trying to calm herself down. It was only a dream. Not even her own. Her curse left her with the dreams of others. No not dreams, nightmares. She couldn't remember clearly how she ended up in a hospital bed but she was sure she probably touched somebody in the process.

Whoever it was must have gone through hell. The pain from the nightmare was unimaginable. She was relieved that the dreadful pain was over but at the same time scared. She did not want to relive that again but she knew would. It didn't matter what she wanted, Rogue couldn't control her powers. She couldn't control anything, not even her own life. Her guard went up again hearing footsteps coming toward the room.

"Ah! I see the young Rogue has awakened from her slumber." Rogue was now staring at huge furry blue man walking into the room. Hank chuckled under her stare. "Don't be alarm. I know you're not used to seeing someone blue and furry but I mean you no harm."

Rogue shook her head. "Mah brother is blue and furry."

Hank smiled warmly at her. "I see. Well, then you are the first person I've met acquainted with my appearance. I would love to meet your brother one day." Hank took a seat on a stool near her bed. "How are you feeling?"

Rogue looked at him warily for a moment before responding, "Fine Ah guess. Mah head hurts a little."

"That is expected. You suffered a minor concussion yesterday. I was hoping to talk to you about that."

Rogue shrugged, "Ah don't reallah remember."

"Of course. Then could you please tell me more about your powers?" Hank asked.

"What do yah wanna know?" Rogue asked back looking at her bare hands.

Hank noticed this and moved to one of the nightstand next to the bed. He opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black satin gloves. "I believe these will make you more comfortable. One of our patients brought it down earlier."

"Thanks." Rogue took the gloves from Hank and quickly put them on.

"Now, about your mutation, how exactly does it work?" Hank asked sitting once again.

"Ah dunno. Ah just touch someone and Ah take their life force and memories. With mutants Ah take their powers, too."

"Fascinating." Hank replied in awe.

Rogue scoffed, "Ah wouldn't think of it as fascinating."

Hank nodded, "I take it you cannot control your mutation."

Rogue shook her head. "No Ah can't. And those people… that I absorb, they stay in mah head. It's starting to get a little crowded." Not feeling up to answering anymore questions Rogue decided to end the conversation early. "Ah think mah headache is getting worse."

Taking the hint Hank nodded, "I believe that's enough inquiry for the moment. I will return later to see how you are doing." Hank stood up and left her room.


Day 5 Evening

She was tired. In bed, laying in the dark room, for God knows how long just being tired. So this is what it felt like? She hadn't felt tired in so long. Jean Grey didn't not know what to do but just lay in bed, day in and out, and be tired. And to think that at least she could sleep. Even with her eyes closed the sleep wouldn't come.

Sleep. That's all she wanted, to sleep forever. But it wouldn't come. So she was stuck in the middle. In some sort of dreamlike limbo. Too tired to be awake yet too alert to be asleep.


Logan had finally gotten the strength to get some paper work done when he heard a knock on his office door.

He looked up to see Laura standing in the doorway with her arms crossed sending a piercing stare in his direction.

"I'm been looking for five days! You've been avoiding me!" Laura accused.

"No I haven't darlin'. I've just been busy." Logan replied. Honestly, he had been avoiding her. He knew she would have a lot of questions for him that he just hadn't come up with the answers to.

"I don't believe you. Besides it's Sunday, now. You never work on Sundays." Laura pointed out.

"I'm a little behind." Logan shrugged.

"Sure you are." Laura was never a person to beat around the bush and she wasn't going to start now. "Are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to beat it out of ya?" She asked tersely.

Logan looked at her and snorted, "Aren't you brave to talk to me like that."

Laura rolled her eyes and closed the door. "I can handle the wolverine any day."

"Keep that attitude up and it will be today." Logan warned looking back at the papers on his desk.

Laura huffed and sat in the chair facing him. "Dad! Don't try to ignore my question?"

Logan groaned. "You're a smart girl. I'm sure you figured it out by now."

"Yeah, but when?"

"Sixteen years ago." Logan answered bluntly.

Laura let out a breath of aggravation, "With who? When? How?!"

Logan looked up and quirked an eyebrow. "I thought we had the 'sex talk' already."

Laura made a disgusted face. "You know what I mean."

Logan inwardly groaned. "Laura, to be honest, I'm really not in the mood to talk about this right now. I promise I will explain everything, later." 'Much later'.

"Fine. I will just go to that girl and get more information." Laura began to stand up but Logan stopped her.

"The hell you are! What you're goin' to do is sit right back down in that damn chair." Logan ordered sternly.

Laura obliged with a frown. "She doesn't know, huh?"

"Her name is Rogue and no, she doesn't know. And you're not going to tell her either."

"I don't understand. How come she doesn't know about you being her father?" Laura prodded.

"Her mother never told her… or me for that matter." Logan stopped for a moment. "Why am I telling you this?"

"Because you're supposed to." Laura answered matter-of-factly. "Who's her mother?"

"That's not important."

Laura raised her eyebrow at his reply, but decided not to go that route to get information. "So are you going to tell her?"

"No." Logan answered simply

"How is that fair!" Laura replied in shock. "It's a person's right to know who their parents are!"

"Your right. It's not fair. But she can't deal with that now." Logan stood up and walked over to Laura.

"She's going to be pissed off when she finds out… I know how it feels." Laura added mutely, remembering her own experiences.

Logan frowned. He was beginning to rethink his decision. "I know kid. I will tell her when she's ready to know." Logan grimaced at his words. He was starting to sound like Raven. "And you young lady are going to stay out of this."

"But–"

"No buts! Stay out of it." Logan said sternly.

"Fine." Laura mumbled before getting up and leaving the room slamming the door behind her.


Rogue had had enough of this place. After she woke up, on Sunday, people were in and out of her room the whole night. It was now the next morning and she still hadn't a moment's peace. The idiots were watching her like a hawk. They disguise it by asking her stupid questions and checking her vitals but she wasn't that slow. Currently, this lady with weird looking hair was talking to her about crap she didn't care for. Rogue began to take strong interest in the loose thread on the hem of her gloves.

"Rogue, are you listening?" Betsy asked breaking into Rogue's thorough thread investigation.

"No." Rogue snidely replied pulling the thread out her gloves.

Betsy just nodded already immune to rudeness. "I guess you didn't have to since all of this will be repeated at orientation later today."

Rogue finally turned her attention to the woman whose name she couldn't seem to remember at the moment, "Orientation?"

"Yep, you're going to meet all the staff and some of the patients. It will be great fun."

"Ah'm naght going tah any damn orientation."

Betsy laughed, "Of course your are. Everyone has to go even if they want to. It's policy. I'm going and I'd rather be at the spa right now getting a facial."

"Yah should go. Yah need one." Rogue replied nastily.

Betsy kept a smile although it was strained, "In any case, what kind of therapist will I be if I left my new patient hanging on her first night?"

Rogue blanched. Not only is she a captive in this shitty place, but also now she has to see a shrink. "What do yah mean bah that? Ah don't need any fuckin' therapy! Ah don't need this stupid place. Ah'm clean now so let me go!"

"Heard it all before, kid. Yer like a broken record." Logan walked in the room holding folded clothes.

Betsy smiled at Rogue, "As much as I love our time together, Rogue, I have to go get a quick bite to eat. Behave while I'm gone!" Betsy exited the room before Rogue could reply.

"Crazy British bitch." Rogue mumbled watching her leave. No one tells her what to do.

"Hey! Watch the language. You don't have to like anyone here but you will respect them." Logan scolded her. Rogue rolled her eyes but didn't respond. "I brought you some clothes to change in so you can go upstairs."

"Whoop dee doo." Rogue twirled her index finger while making the sarcastic comment.

"Yeah whatever, get dress and meet me outside in five. If you're a second late I will come in and persuade you to get dressed my way." Rogue glared at him as he left the room. She thought about challenging him to see if would actually do something to her but she rather put on her clothes. It was better than the revealing hospital gown.

The clothes laid out were a pair of grey sweat pants, a white tee, a black hoodie, gloves, socks, and even underwear. Who the hell picked out her underwear! Rogue's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

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Logan watched Rogue come out of the room with time to spare. Maybe she was starting to break.

"If yer the one that went though mah clothes and touch mah underwear, Ah will kill ya where ya stand!" Rogue seethed through her teeth

Remember she's your daughter! Don't kill her! Remember she's your daughter! Logan kept thinking to himself, "I didn't get the clothes it was given to me now come one let's go."

Rogue stood in her place, "Let's get something straight. Ah don't care who it was, Ah don't lahke people touching my stuff!"

Logan raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. After a moment of silence Rogue got fed up. "Whah?"

Logan blinked out of his daydream and recovered quickly, "Oh, nothing really. Just wonderin why you're sporting the strip hair."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "It's part of mah mutation. Had the white bangs since Ah can remebah."

"Alright, Let's go, Stripes." Logan replied heading for the exit.

Rogue scrunched her nose in disgust. "That's not mah name! It's Rogue."

Logan shrugged. "I'm either calling you Anna or Stripes. Your choice."

To Logan's surprise Rogue didn't put up much of a fight after that. "Ah would take anything over Anna any day." She mumbled putting the hood over head and following him reluctantly.


Chapter 4 Ends

Can you guys tell me if this should be rated T or M. I was exposed at an early age and sometimes I just don't know what's appropriate. Thanks!

Next chapter: They are oriented and trying to survive another week of Rehab. Plus I shall explain the kind of AU universe this is. Hint: Think Jim Crow. (Please, please let me update earlier!)

Rehab seems to be the theme these days… funny.