A New Home

"You did it Storm you found her." Was the last thing Rogue remembered hearing before she went to sleep. When she awoke she was on a plush brown queen sized bed with him nowhere to be seen. Upset she walked around and nearly bumped into a perky brunette with a toothbrush in her mouth.

"Like nice get up? Where did you like get those clothes an insane asylum?" she laughed. Rogue let it slide for now as she continued her search for Gambit. Next however she ran into a blue fuzzy creature.

"Are vyou knew here? My name is Kurt. What is yours?"

"I … don't remember." She said quickly breezing past him. In the kitchen she finally found him talking to the Professor. She stood next to him quickly feeling more comfortable at his side.

"Good morning how do you feel?" the Professor asked her.

Rogue looked at the man and his bald head for what seemed like a long time before asking, "How come ya got no hair on ya head?"

A few of the others in the room gently chuckled. He himself thought her question humorous, "I have no hair because I am old and my powers restrict hair from growing there."

"Is tat why it's so shinny?" Rogue asked still transfixed on his dome.

"Roguey how bout some cereal fer breakfast?" Gambit interrupted her line of questioning.

"Is it poisoned?"

"Nope." He said handing her some cereal toast crunch that she devoured with her loose hands.

"Who are all these people Gambit?" she asked still standing next to him.

The beautiful red head spoke first, "My name is Jean Grey. I hope you like it here Roguey."

"Rogue." She corrected.

"Sorry, well I hope you like it here Rogue. Oh and everyone who is here are mutants just like you."

"Was tat supposed to be comfortin?" Rogue asked.

"It can be. It means we understand you more." A man with red sunglasses started in.

"No it don. It jus means ya aint human."

"What makes you think that Rogue?" the Professor asked.

"Wat I mean is tat well a dog can understand ya way better than any person weither it be human or mutant. A dog fer instance aint gonna rat ya out or hurt ya on purpose."

"Like dogs can be violent." The brunette walked in again.

"See tat's my point. A dog will either love ya or hate ya cause it's in their nature. Atleast when a dog is mad ya know its only gonna bite ya an they attack only when provoked. People in general are cowards. They don't attack cause they provoked in anyway. They jus do somtin because someone else does. An if you threaten them they don't jus attack ya. They want ya ta suffer for te fun of it. Animals don worry bout suffering. If they wanta kill ya they kill ya an they don do it fer no apparent reason."

"I guess you have a point." The Professor looked at her. She was obviously the troubled youth. Most people even at her age of seventeen wouldn't think like that however her speech did remind him of Magneto. He looked at the others. Kitty was over pouring her milk. Jean looked worried, Scott's mouth was hanging open, Storm didn't seemed phased and Logan looked at her in pity.

"Want some orange juice Roguey?" Gambit asked her to break the silence. The others quickly introduced their selves to her. This was the part she was waiting for. After being betrayed again and again she learned how to read body expressions. The art of knowing if your talking to a lier, a threat, or a good person. When Kitty introduced herself she noticed that Kitty didn't exactly meet her eyes signaling fear.

Scott had glasses on but that didn't matter. The way his jaw was set in a hard line as he talked told her he was the leader and possibly strict type. His left hand was fiddling with his cup. He was nervous and judging by how his hand gripped the cup it was obvious that it wasn't his dormant hand. However, he gave one of the most genuine smiles she got that day.

Jean seemed fair. No doubt she had a loving family to go home to when things got tough. Also Jean slightly talked down to her ,not in a mean way, but like an adult addressing a child.

Logan peaked her interest. He didn't fear her and he clearly gave off that 'don't f with me' presence. Also with the dog tags on she knew he was one of Strikers experiments. She had seen Deadpool a few times and he always had his on. And judging by the way he was sitting next to Storm they were a couple.

"So kid got a family?" Logan asked.

"No."

"Well ya got one now."

"I don wont a family. Are ya'll going to imprison me now that ya feed me?"

"No Rogue they aint gonna imprison ya. Forgive 'er she been in tat cell since she was ten."

"Ten?" Logan sounded astonished.

Rogue nodded.

As the day progressed Gambit noticed that Rogue followed him everywhere he went. Not that he mind. He wanted to keep a close watch over her. He felt that her mind might be under developed age wise. He watched as she turned to 48 to watch Arthur and Word Girl. He also noticed her like of overly sweet foods just like a child and that she liked to play albeit by herself but sometimes she would pick up small figurines and play with them like they were dolls.

She had a gorgeous seventeen year old body with the mind of a violent teenager. He left when she finally fell asleep watching Jean's old Disney movies and went to buy her some things from the mall.

He decided he was going to have to educate her. Right now she was nowhere near ready to associate with the outside world. Also he wondered again why. Why did he feel the need to first save her and now help her out? He has always been a person who only cared for himself so why now and why her? He couldn't be falling in love with a girl he hardly knew could he?

Back at home

"Why were ya gone so long?" Rogue asked him the moment he opened the door to his room.

"I went ta buy ya some stuff. Aint ya room down the hall?"

"I want to room wit ya."

"I don think te ol' man'll like tat."

"He didn't say ya couldn't share."

"Look Rogue I know you still thank yer ten but …"

"Thanks fer giving me te bed." She told him before stretching her arms and going asleep. Gambit sighed as he unloaded all her stuff and slept on the couch.

Breakfast

"Wat was te girl doing in your room last night Gumbo?"

"She let herself in. Ask'er if ya don believe me."

"Rogue?"

"I let myself in. I want ta room wit em jus like in prison Logan. Look he aint no saint, but I know more bout him than any of yall in te room. I feel comfortable by him."

"Told ya." Gambit said inhaling some scrambled eggs as Rogue stood next to him again eating her box of cereal.

"You can sit down kid."

"I rather stand Logan." She told him. Logan was not one to be bossed around. Especially by a woman and he was trying to make an effort. Storm warned him that her behavior was a 'little' skewed. And he couldn't really blame her for being this way. Who knows what Striker did to her over her seven years there. But the kid still needed discipline.

Rogue then noticed some juicy green apples and picked up a knife. She walked them over to Gambit asking him to cut the apple. He found it funny that she'd stab a man no questions asked, but she was hesitant about cutting an apple. Of course parents don't let children use knives in the kitchen so it made since.

"So kid want to go outside for a while so we can talk?"

"No."

"Come on kid. It'll just be five minutes."Then Logan made the mistake of grabbing her arm. She knocked him over and tried to attack him with anything in range. Luckily Gambit still held the knife so she tried the chair. Gambit pulled her back off Logan.

Logan looked surprised. How did she do that? Nothing really surprised him these days.

"Hahahaha you knocked Logan over. Vyou are so totally my favorite person now!" Kurt beamed at her thinking Logan deserved that after all the harsh DR sessions he was giving them. Rogue simply looked at Kurt not even bothering to apologize to Logan.

"Rogue I thank ya should apologize to em." Gambit told her.

"He shouldn't had grabbed my arm. I said I been in a prison all my life wat te hell did he thank was goin ta happen after he touched me?" Rogue huffed making Gambit smile. Logan glared at her and returned to his seat next to Storm.

"You like her already don't you Logan?" Storm whispered in his ear.

"Yep."Logan whispered back. Rogue had more than enough backbone for two Xmen teams. Someday, if she can get a hold of herself she might make a good addition to the team.

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Hey guys please bear with me about Rogue's strange behavior. Imagine for Rogue being captured at ten years old (after the whole Mystique thing) and locked in a prison without physical contact with anyone till she was seventeen. So she's bound to be a little crazy …