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Twin Problems

"We're losing her!" the doctor yelled.

The heart monitor went on overdrive. The doctors were hovering over the general's body.

"Cardiac!" one yelled.

"Stabilize, Rogue. Please." Jet yelled.

"Please."

"Gah!" Rogue yelled, sitting up and aiming her pistol at the door. She shot three times in a triangular shape: where a forehead is supposed to be. She heard a squeak, then someone opened the door.

"Hey! Easy, Roguester!" PH exclaimed, "It's just me!"

"What is it?" Rogue sighed, putting down the gun.

"It's breakfast time. Are you gonna eat or what?" PH asked, resting her hand on her hip.

"Yeah yeah... whatever." she said and stood. She found a black shirt with the silver EPF outline on each sleeve. She placed it on, and walked out.

"Do we have to add in Joshua Helixon? I mean, I killed him already." Rogue groaned.

"Nope. He's still alive." Ezra said, giving her a file. Ezra gave her "the glare", and she knew that she already talked to Leni about it.

"Alright." Rogue sighed, skimming through the file.

"Did you sleep well?" Cory asked, sitting down in front of her.

Rogue smiled wanly, gripping the hot mug of coffee in her hands, "You can say I did."

"Alright." Cory said, eyes looking at her suspiciously, "I'll trust you on that."

"Yeah yeah..." Rogue said.

"Why did you shoot at PH?" Cory asked.

"One, she was behind a door. Second, she scared the living daylights out of me." Rogue said, "Finally, you know me. I am very, very edgy."

"Ah." Cory said.

"Is that all?" Rogue asked.

"I guess so. See you, Rogue." Cory said and walked off.

Rogue sighed, and continued sipping on her coffee.

She threw punches on the punching bag. The air was filled with the rhythmical thump, thump, thump of the punching bag. Sweat was beading on her forehead, and the punches were slowly becoming faster and stronger.

"You alright?" a voice said behind her.

Quickly, she went into a defensive stance as she spun around. Jason's grip on the thermos of coffee tightened. She relaxed, and stood normally.

"Yeah." she said, forcing a smile.

"I've been your partner for 6 years, Rogue. I know you too well." he sighed, walking to her to grip on her tape clad hands. Something felt off about them, though.

"Hm..." he said, feeling the tape.

"Laurenson, what're you-" Rogue was interrupted.

"Let me see."

"There's nothing wro-"

"Let me remo-"

"Laurenson I am fi-"

"Rogue stop mo-"

"Jason-"

"Rogue!" he raised his voice, taking both of her wrists with one hand and unwrapping the tape with the other. Slowly, the tape revealed that Rogue had scratches, scrapes and cuts on her hands. She winced a bit when he touched one of them.

"I'm fine." she said quietly.

"That is not fine." he frowned, then looked around, "You've been doing archery."

Somewhere in a far off corner was a target. It had tons of cuts from arrow tips piercing it. Beside it was a quiver with strangely all of its arrows missing.

"I'll heal." she deadpanned.

"You're unstable. I highly doubt that." he sighed as he placed rubbing alcohol on the wounds.

She flinched and tried to pull away. His grip on her tightened while he continued placing rubbing alcohol on her wounds.

"L-Laurenston s-stop-" she stuttered.

"Why? What's wro-" he stopped when he turned to look at her.

Her eyes were glinting with unshed tears. The bottom part of her eyes were a bit red. His gaze softened and he placed the bottle of alcohol down and allowed her to sit down. He crouched in front of her, trying to force her to look at him.

"Rogue... what's wrong?" he asked.

She turned away as he got her chin and made her look at him. Her usually green eyes were now amber, and she was trying hard not to cry. He wiped away a tear and smiled.

"Hey. What's wrong? You're not like this, I know you too well. You're Rogue Tvarkov. You don't just cry." he said, smiling.

"Shut up." she said, drawing her knees to her chest. Her head sunk into her knees, and only her eyes were seen.

He sighed and sat down beside her. He slowly placed her on his lap and placed one hand across her back, and the other holding her under her knees. She buried her face in his coat. He could've sworn he heard her sniffling.

"Is this the instability at it again?" he asked.

She only nodded quietly and he patted her back.

"You'll get better." he said.

"I-I'm getting shots t-today." she whispered.

"Shots? For your instability?" he asked.

"D-Da." she said.

"Well, I hope you get it. I hate seeing you like this. It's horrible." he said and patted her back.

Slowly, she fell asleep.

She woke up with a start. It took her a solid minute to remember why she was on her couch, in her bedroom, in the EPF.

Punching bag. Laurenson. Breakdown.

She jumped from her couch and shivered.

"Laurenson got me here..." she murmured in a low voice, then squeaked when a new voice was heard.

"Right you are."

She turned around and immediately tackled that person.

"Hey!" Leni squeaked.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, standing up and dusting herself off, "What're you doing here?"

He raised an eyebrow, and she cocked her head to the side. He wiggled the silver suitcase in his hand, and both of her eyebrows raised.

"The shots!" she exclaimed and scrambled to get them from him. He simply gave it to her and she opened it with great force and took out one vial of green liquid. She quickly drank it with one swig, and shivered a bit at its taste. She sighed, and that was when she felt it.

First, she grew pale. Second, she felt her hair rise in temperature, as if it was on fire. Third, her eyes felt like they were being stabbed. Finally, it all ceased as feeling returned to her numb body. She walked to her vanity desk and immediately dropped the vile in surprise. Her eyes were a dark shade of green and her hair was now in a short, curly red state.

"You turned me back?" she asked, spinning to look at Leni.

"Y-Yeah..."

She sighed. When she was born, she was a red head with dark green eyes. She almost never changed back to her original form, since it reminded her so much of the Moscow House Fire incident. She looked again at the mirror, and forced a smile on her lips. At the corner of her eye and mirror, she can see Leni smirking.

"I had no idea that you were a ginger with green eyes." he said, laughing as his hands appeared from behind his back. He held a small chocker necklace that had a blue pendant.

"You didn't have to-" she was interrupted by him shushing her.

"I do what I want. Besides, I missed 14 of your birthdays." he said as he clipped the chocker necklace on her. He frowned when he noticed something.

"You have a tattoo?" he asked.

Quickly, Rogue straightened, and the tattoo disappeared.

"Tvarkov thing. Don't you have it?" she asked.

"No. Not to my knowledge." he said.

"I never knew I had one until I got hit on the back of my neck in one mission..." Rogue said.

As she adjusted the pendant, she noticed that it was a teardrop gem. The color was as dark as the ocean, but felt as light as the clouds.

"Do I have to wear this all day?" she asked, "Because the last time I used one of your gifts, I was caught."

"By whom? And which gift?" he asked.

"Heather. The chocolates." she deadpanned.

"Ah." he smiled.

She sighed and looked at her outfit, then at her watch. "I should start working. Thanks, Leni. You are dismissed. Please, stay away from me if you don't want to get both of us in trouble."

"Of course, Rogue." he said and kissed her cheek, "Bye!"

"Bye."

She sighed as she walked in front of her vanity desk. She wore her usual uniform, but had a few modifications. Her tie, medals, and shoulder marks were nowhere to be seen in her outfit. The first two buttons of her military styled white polo were unbuttoned. Her polo was tucked into her skirt. She sighed once more and felt the back of her neck. It was as if she can feel the tattoo there, which was now gone. She sighed again and walked out of the door.

"Hey Ro- woah... what's with the..." Tyler stuttered.

"Loving the view?" she asked sarcastically, crossing her arms on her chest.

He grew red and shook his head quickly.

"A-Anyways, we've got a meeting with all the generals now." he said.

"Yeah alright..." she said and walked to the conference room.

She knows all too well that nearly everyone's eyes in the corridor were on her.

Two hours, 3 mugs of coffee, and a meeting later, Rogue was in the ATD Main Office. She was in her station, in the railings. Her semicircle station had multiple controls which allowed her to control and scan through the large screen in front of the whole office. She could still feel eyes on her, though.

"Hey Rogue... you look rather stunning today."

She turned around to look at Adrain Hepson, who looked rather amazed at the sight of her.

"Expect me like this for the next few days, until I stabilize." she smirked.

"A-Alright..." he said.

She smirked again, dark green eyes giving him a gaze any man would've fell for and what any woman would get jealous over. Adrian blushed hard, and immediately walked off. She laughed quietly.

"Oh joy..." she said between small laughs.

She shook her head before proceeding to going back to work.

As Rogue was doing paperwork, she heard a knock on the door. She raised her head, and locked eyes with Jason. He immediately went red, and gripped his coffee mug tighter.

"Good evening." she greeted.

"Good... Good evening." He said, "Could I just say, Rogue, that you look... stunning."

Rogue laughed, causing shivers run down his spine. Is it shivers of fear? Or maybe... No. It shouldn't.

"Thank you, Laurenson." She smiled, "Hm... You look rather flustered."

"Frankly, I am." He chuckled, walking and sitting down on a chair. Only she allowed him to sit on the chair without her permission. She trusted him, allowing him through her walls of stoicalness, "What's with the outfit?"

"The shots." She sighed, running a hand through her curly hair. "They are doing this."

"Whoever made your shots has a great sense of fashion." He smiled.

"No... This is default me. I was born as this." Rogue said.

"Then why do you...?" He asked.

"Why did I shift to black hair?" she asked, then paused. "I didn't want to remember... the incident."

He sighed, hearing her whisper the last two words. She still couldn't get over it, despite the training and work that distracts her from the thoughts.

"Alright." he sighed and was about to walk off when he heard her call, "Yeah?"

"Why did you... Go here?" She asked.

"Well, I just wanted to say..." he said and paused.

"Well?" She asked.

"Happy... Anniversary." He said slowly.

"Anniversary?" She asked.

"Y'know... It's our sixth anniversary... For um... Well... For being partners in the EPF."

"Out of all the years..." Rogue began, standing up and walking to him, "... that the day occurred, you chose this year to celebrate it. Why?"

"6 is a rather big number if you look at it in this way..." he said.

"I don't see how 6 is a big number." she sighed.

"Well, it is for me." he said.

"Fine..." she smiled.

"Good night, Rogue." he said and walked off.

The wind came out of her in short puffs of smoke. She ran quickly.

"After her!" one of them yelled.

She ran on and on, feet sinking slowly into the Russian snow before popping back up. She kept on running forever and ever until she felt someone touch her shoulder.

She screamed and sat up, sweating beading her forehead. She looked up to look at Leni, whose face was clouded with concern.

"Hey. You alright?" he asked.

"As much as I hate to say it... no." she said slowly and began to rock in her bed.

He sighed and kissed her forehead before caressing her.

Haha! Some Leni x Rogue fluff and Jason x Rogue fluff :3 I ship the two pairing like Fedex... is that bad? lol. Anyways... the sneak peek!

"Haha! The Joker strikes again!"