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Chapter 10

Rogue's Point of View

"Do you remember what happened Rogue?" the professor asked again as she just stared into space.

How could she describe it?

She tried her best to kick her brain into action but despite the fact that her body had been lying motionless she felt as if she had just climbed Everest and wanted to do nothing but sleep. But she knew that sleeping would have to wait a little longer. Just while she answered the questioned that needed to be addressed.

"You couldn't contact me because I wasn't up here," she tapped the side of her head with a gloved finger.

"I was at Magneto's camp," she gulped at the memory of being surrounded by the crazy brain washer's minions. She glanced at everyone and after seeing the confused looks on their faces and the concerned frown on Logan's she tried to think of how to explain herself. She squeezed Logan's hand in reassurance, trying to stop the frown on his face from getting any deeper – needless to say it didn't really work. His body tensed and stayed that way as soon as she mentioned Magneto's name.

Bad move Marie!

She knew that he still had nightmares about what happened to her at the Statue of Liberty and then at Alkali Lake thanks to the metal manipulating mutants actions. In fact, she had no doubt that Magneto would be dead by now if Logan didn't have a metal skeleton.

Instead of waiting for the confused glances to turn into questions she just continued with her explanation by repeating what Phoenix had told her.

"Jean has been using her powers more and that drew her mutation in me to her," she was glad that what she was saying seemed to be making sense to at least one person – that one person being the professor as he was the only one nodding his head. But then again, that was not really anything to go by she supposed.

"Professor, Phoenix says that to stop it from happening again I need you to help me build some kind of barrier for my mind,"

The professor nodded his head again thoughtfully and much to her relief agreed to help her once she had rested.

"Where was Magneto, my dear?" Marie turned to Hank for the first time since she had begun her explanation and smiled faintly at him.

"Rallying the troops," she answered flatly, the masses of angry mutants dedicated to his cause flashing through her mind again.

"He has a lot of supporters. They are angry and he is taking advantage of that," she told them.

They were outnumbered. That was a cold hard fact, with no way around it. If it come down to a confrontation Magneto would probably laugh himself to death before anyone even got the chance to get anywhere near him.

"They are in a forest somewhere…" she added as an afterthought, if only she knew where.

No doubt seeing the strain she was putting on her mind as she tried to think of something that would tell them just where Magneto and his army were Hank stepped forward and patted her arm with his huge hand.

"Do not worry about that my dear, Mystique already divulged that information," he reassured her, smiling a toothy grin.

"I got the feeling that they are planning something. Jean knew that I was there before I passed out in the danger room but she didn't know it was me. She was screaming inside my head because she was so angry," she cringed inwardly remembering the pain in her head as Jean seemed to try and rip her identity from her soul.

If only she had been there long enough to find out what they were doing.

"Magneto was having everyone prepare to leave but I was back here before I knew why or when,"

Hank seemed to have taken over the professor's job of nodding his head and was standing in a kind of daze though she knew he was listening to every word that she was saying.

"Tomorrow a team is being assembled and sent in," he told them, coming out of whatever he had just been in.

"There is going to be a satellite pinned to the site of Magneto's hide out so we will know if they leave,"

"By 'going to be' you mean…"

"It hasn't been located yet. But it should be by the morning,"

She was so angry with herself.

"We will have to keep a close eye on Alcatraz," Hank mumbled thoughtfully, talking more to himself than to anyone in the room.

"He knows of the child and his connection to the production of the cure," Hank continued while Marie just soaked in the feeling of being home and back in her body now that she was not needed to speak.

Yeah, she might have been annoyed with herself for not getting more information but she wasn't so annoyed that she would willingly go back into the proverbial lion's den.

She breathed in a deep and heavy sigh of relief that Jean had never sensed her there in the crowd. What would she have done if she had? Would she have been able to defend herself? What would have happened to her body if something had happened to her while she was not in it?

She cut her thoughts of not wanting to go any further down that avenue of thinking and instead focused on the heat soaking though her back from Logan and the gentle rhythm of his breathing and heart beat as she sat propped against him.

She felt him run his hand up and down her arm slightly and she knew that it had more to do with reassuring himself than her. But she didn't mind. All she needed to feel safe was him nearby.

Marie closed her eyes and allowed the words of the conversation to blur together. It didn't matter if she listened anyway did it? They weren't even talking to her anymore.

And then just as she hit that point where she was about to fall of the cliff that led to la la land…

"Rogue!"

She shot awake from her half asleep state and blinked her eyes rapidly, her vision blurred.

Someone had called her name.

She heard running feet.

"Rogue,"

Someone grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to their chest and away from Logan's. Which judging by the grumble that came from him he wasn't too happy about.

She looked up, her eyes bleary and she just made out the black and white glasses of Scott.

She mumbled a hello as he pushed her away from his chest but kept a hold of her arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked desperately, his worry and concern coming through loud and clear in his panic filled tone.

She looked at the professor, feeling a little annoyed that he hadn't told him that she was OK.

She must have been thinking a little too loud because the next thing she heard was a warm chuckle in her head.

"Rogue, I told him you were fine when you woke up. He is only anxious because he had to remain in class instead of coming here where in first happened. Storm is getting the shopping with Bobby and Kitty and there was no one to take over his class,"

"Scott I'm fine. All my limbs are still attached and no broken bones. I am fine," she told him putting as much conviction into her voice as she could.

"And now, if it is alright professor, I am going to go and lie down,"

She added a silent plea in her mind, desperate to lie down.

At the professor's nod and with help from both Logan and Scott she managed to get herself of the table and soon both she and Logan were curled up on the bed, safe in the cocoon that was their room.

Logan was holding her so tightly that his grip was very nearly stopping her breathing as he inhaled her scent.

"Logan, I'm fine. The professor will help me with building the wall in my head and it won't happen again. I'll be fine,"

"You just added another hundred years onto my life darlin', let me worry a bit longer if I like," he grumbled into her covered neck as he wrapped himself around her even tighter. His breath sending shivers through her as it hit the delicate skin of her throat.

She stroked his back gently and just waited for him to let her go.

"You really need to stop doing this to me baby," he whispered as he pulled away from her slightly and pressed a fleeting kiss to her lips, just quick enough for her skin not to drain him but long enough for her to feel his love for her.

"Well if it is any consolation I would have quite happily lived a very long life without ever having done that," she giggled, trying to lighten the mood and alleviate some of the worry that was still deep in his eyes.

It didn't work.

He levelled her with a glare.

Concentrating she blocked her skin and leaned into to him, pressing her lips firmly to his.

By the time she pulled away they both gasped for air.

"Logan, I am fine. You should know by now, it takes a lot to hurt me,"

He shook his head sadly as she snuggled back into his arm, her back against his chest and his chin resting on the top of her head.

"No darlin'," he sighed.

"It is killing you that is hard. Hurting you is still far too easy,"

So here you are guys.

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