Her powers were growing. She sat in her room, turning her hands over and over. She felt them, all the personalities, as she rested on the bed. It had been almost a day since she had kissed Scott and she still had to wear the visor. His power was staying and it was scaring her. She fell asleep with the optic blasts and almost created a new skylight when she woke up. She didn't understand. The power should've been gone. His memories were still with her, but she knew that would happen. The only things that faded eventually were the powers. Well, the only things that used to fade eventually were the powers.

She needed to figure out if it was just Scott…or maybe others too. She stood up and walked over to her desk. She picked up a pair of scissors, but that's where she hesitated. What if she was wrong? What if touching Scott for a long time had been the only reason she still had his power? She shrugged. She was about to find out. She opened the scissors and placed one of the sharp edges on her open palm. Before she gave herself enough time to chicken out, she pressed and lightly cut her skin. The pain was small and she was glad it was like that. She wouldn't pass out from it and the shallow cut would heal quickly if she was wrong. She hoped she was wrong.

She stood there, staring at the small line of blood, willing something to happen. When they had gone to pick up Mark, she was sure she had been able to use Logan's healing power on her shoulder and she hadn't absorbed him since that night a couple of years ago. She squinted at the cut, waiting. Nothing, it just kept bleeding. She let out a sigh and wiped the small line with a tissue. "and maybe they're not growing. Dummy." she muttered to herself, looking desperately for a band-aid on the crowded table. It made a bit more difficult with her world tinged in red, but she eventually was able to locate one under a picture of her and Logan. She picked both up and stared at the photo.

It had been taken right before Jean had died. Logan came back from a 2 month absence and she had missed him miserably. She let out a strained chuckle. How apparent her like for Logan had seemed then. She had snapped the picture quickly, holding up the camera and tugging Logan towards her. He had given it one of his smirks, but in his eyes, she saw the brotherly-love. She threw the picture down, disgusted, as the memory flashed through her mind. She shook her head, this time shaking her own memories away, and went to open the band-aid. That's when she noticed the cut on her hand was gone, the blood seeping back into her body.

"Wow." She muttered, staring at her unmarked hand. There was no way…

She rubbed her temples, the headache starting to form again. "There's no way…" she repeated, drilling her fingers into her skull. This thing needed to disappear. She reached up to rub her eyes and was stopped by Scott's visor. She let out a growl, grabbed it and threw it on the desk. She rubbed them thoroughly and without thinking, opened them.

And…

Nothing. No blasts. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was a moment ago she could've sworn she felt the sting behind her eyelids, the pain and now…nothing. She leaned forward and stared. She placed a finger underneath one of her eyes and stretched. Her eyes were brown. The color she was looking at in her pupil was definitely not brown. Swirls of green seemed embedded into the brown. She blinked and it was gone. Just regular brown again. She leaned back and pursed her lips.

Something was happening to her. She glanced over at the pair of scissors and Scott's visors again. She bit her bottom lip and wondered. She went over to the window and opened it. The wind teased her white strands but the only thing she was looking for was space. Nice, open, space. "Ok, Rogue. Focus." She muttered to herself. She closed her eyes and slowly felt Scott's presence fill her as she dredged it from the corner she sequestered it to. She let out a small breath and pulled him out a bit more. She avoided the memories and just focused on his power. Up and up it came until she mentally grabbed for it with her mind. The sting came first and then the pain behind her eyes. She drew her brows together and slowly opened her eyes. If she could see herself, she would've noticed the green glow before the red took over. She pulled back on the power, reigning in the blast and stunned herself by being able to control it.

She pulled back more and watched as the red beam shrank, growing smaller and smaller. Eventually, she was able to stop it completely, but still feel the growing pain behind her eyes. She blinked and let out a breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. She closed her eyes slowly and began to place Scott's personality back into his corner. She mentally opened the door and shut him in. She waited a moment before she opened her eyes again.

The pain was gone and the headache had lessened. Her knees became wobbly and she gripped the ledge of the window to keep herself steady. She could control them. She could control their powers. She was under control…

She slid weakly down to her knees. She leaned her burning head against the cool metal of the window. She could control them. She repeated the phrase over and over in her mind. "Rogue…?" Someone asked from the doorway. She turned around, startled, and slapped her hands to her eyes when she saw Scott. Sure enough, the pain began and she snapped her fingers, pointing at the visors on the desk. She heard fast feet and in five seconds the cool visors were slipped on.

"Ok, so not complete control." She muttered to herself. "I'm sorry, what?" she heard Scott ask, and she raised her face to meet his. "Nothing." He looked at her, a worried look apparent on his face for a second, before he gave his visors a nod. "You still need those?" he asked and she nodded. "I'm not an expert on your powers or anything, but, shouldn't mine be gone by now?"

"it depends on how long the contact was and if I've ever touched the person before. The more times I touch them, the longer the power holds. I think this is your 4th time if I am not mistaken." she told him, leaning against the wall for support. Scott sat back on his heels and looked at her. He didn't say anything and behind his visors, Rogue had her eyes closed. Controlling the powers seemed to drain her of energy. It would explain why she had been out cold the first time she had used the healing and the optic blasts, unless she was slowly losing her mind-

"don't tell me you regret it, Rogue." Scott suddenly asked, interrupting her thoughts. "What?"

"Don't tell me you regret what happened between us." he said again. She opened her eyes and stared at him through the red-tinged screen. It was a moment of silence before she spoke. "The first boy I ever kissed, Scott, was in a coma for 2 months. I can still hear him in my head if I really focused. It's the same way with you. You…you're in my head, constantly. I can feel your personality, your memories, right there underneath my eyes. I have your memories, your thoughts, Scott. I see…everything." she stopped and hesitated. "Jean." he finished for her, and when she nodded he let out a sigh. "I can't take back what I felt for her, Rogue-"

"You loved her, Scott. You don't just stop loving someone."

"But you can start liking someone else. It's been a year and 2 months, Rogue, I…I loved Jean, yes, but…" he held up his hands and let them drop. "Did you like being able to touch her, Scott?" She asked, keeping her gaze on his. "Did you like being able to kiss her, to hold her, without the possibility of dying? Did you like a normal relationship Scott?" He remained silent. "Please, remember Scott, I can kill you if you hold on to me too long. I can't have a relationship. Not like the one you want. You can't touch me, Scott."

"I kissed you in the Danger Room-"

"And you almost died. I can still feel you in my head a day after I touched you. Next time, you might not be so lucky."

"Why is it so hard to believe that I just want to be around you?" his voice roared, startling her and himself. She pressed back against the wall before she spoke. "I know what guys want in a relationship, Scott. They want to touch, to feel and to kiss. Soon, just being near me won't be enough."

She watched as Scott's jaw worked and his mouth opened and closed. He was trying to find something to say and she revealed in the fact that she had made him speechless. He stood slowly and her eyes followed him as he began to walk to the door. He was walking out, about to close her door, before he turned slightly. "You don't know a damn thing, Rogue." The door clicked as he closed it.

i am so excited to say this story is moving along well! I can't wait to type out my ideas and i have to say, i love writing about Rogue. Sorry about the grammatical errors, i sometimes read fast when proof-reading and don't catch some things. .

thank you to every one of you who review, i love reading that you're taking time out of your day to read this ^^

And here we go :3