Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day.

Thomas Jefferson

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Kitty stayed awake the rest of the night by listening to the cars on the nearby street go past. There weren't many, but when they did go past they were loud.

   She also counted the money she grabbed from the cupboard. There was over $300 in that jar. Someone was obviously saving for something. Kitty had to swallow back her guilt, as she pocketed the money and tossed the jar into a nearby dumpster. She also organised all the food she had in the bag. All the while careful enough not to wake Jean. Though she really didn't have to worry, as Jean was in such a deep sleep that she doubted that even a foghorn right next to her ear would wake her.

   The sun was just beginning to turn the sky a lighter shade of Grey when Jean woke up. She groggily blinked her eyes for a few seconds, before fully realising where she was. "What time do you think it is?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes.

   "6:00 maybe? We should start looking for a Clinic." Kitty told her, standing up and stretching her legs. She then helped Jean stand up. Her foot didn't look much better than last night.

   As soon as Jean was standing, she pulled a jacket over her grey uniform, and Kitty helped her pull on the track pants. They were a tightish fit, as they were pulled on over the other pants Jean was wearing, but she didn't complain. Kitty surmised that Jean was either too tired, or in too much pain to complain at all. In fact it was probably a mix of both. About 10 minutes after Jean woke up, the emerged from the alleyway. Kitty supporting Jean with one arm, and carrying the bag of food with her other hand.

   The walked, or hobbled down the street about 3 blocks, until they came across a diner. It wasn't the greatest, and cleanest place Kitty had ever seen, but it was the sort of place they were looking for. A little bell went off as they closed the door.

   An oldish lady, who was wiping down the counter looked up when they entered. She smiled faintly at them, before throwing her cloth in the sink behind her.

   "Hello sweeties, what can I do for ya today?" She said, grinning a toothless smile at the two girls. Kitty helped Jean to sit down before sitting down herself.

   "An orange juice for both of us please." Kitty said politely. The lady grabbed two glasses and poured the orange liquid into them. She then placed them in front of the two girls.

   "A bit early for two young girlies to be out in this part of the City."

   "Yeah well, my friend here hurt her leg real bad last night." Kitty explained to the old lady. She nodded.

   "Why didn't ya go to the hospital? There's one just down the road." She asked concern creeping across her face.

   "Jean is terrified of hospitals." Kitty said, "We were going to look for a local doctor. Do you know a good one near here?"

   "Yeah there's Dr Harris, his clinic is around the corner. He'd probably be open in an hour or so. Been having trouble with the missus lately he has. Going to work early to escape her yelling," the old lady behind the counter winked. Kitty smiled faintly.

   The lady glanced up at the clock on the wall, it read 7:02. "Oh! The news is on," She said, and grabbed a broom handle which she used to switch on the TV above their heads.

   "Mutant activity has been rising steadily over the past few days says Senator McPherson, a Presidential candidate who is for the Mutant Registration Bill that the senate are going to vote on at the end of this week, told the public in a press conference last night that the Mutant Registration Bill is for the good of the country, and it provides the means to monitor all mutant activity.  However around the country Protests with over 200 000 people have taken place, against the Bill." A Blond haired woman popped up on the screen. "What if one of your children was a mutant? Would you stand by and watch them be monitored for their whole lives over something they have absolutely no control over?" A cheer went up over the crowd she was preaching to, she paused then continued.

   "Then why do this country's politicians and leaders persecute people over something they can't control. Doesn't our own Bill of rights say that everyman is equal and shouldn't be judged unfairly? Then why are should we stand back, while our own brothers and sisters. Our friends and Colleagues, Our Fathers and Mothers and Sons and Daughters are forced to suffer this cruel fate?" The screen flicked back to the newsreader, who began talking about the results of last night's Basketball Game.

   "Who was the lady?" Jean asked softly, after finishing her juice.

   "Don't ya know her? That's Marie Denver; she's been organising rallies all over the country against the Mutant Registration Bill. She's worked up quite a following. Rumours going around that she's actually a mutant herself. Ya must've been living under a rock not to know about her. She's been talk of the town for weeks now."

   "We've been backpacking in New Zealand for a year." Kitty lied quickly.  The lady frowned.

  "Ya look real young to have been back packing." The lady looked pointedly at Kitty.

   "I'm actually 19, and Jean is 21, we went straight after I graduated." Kitty lied again. She didn't know exactly how old she was anymore.

   The lady didn't say anything else to that, just looked back up at the Television which was beginning to show the weather.

   Kitty looked up at the clock on the wall, 7:38. She sighed and began to stand up.

   She asked for directions to Dr Harris's clinic, which the lady kindly gave them, and they went on their way. It didn't take them long to walk to the Doctor's. It really was only about two blocks away but it wasn't open when they got there, so Kitty helped Jean sit down on the stairs outside.

   Kitty herself stayed standing, but leant against the wall and closed her eyes in an attempt to save off the drowsiness. It didn't work very well, and she caught herself drifting off several times.

   "You can go to sleep if you want to, I can keep watch." Jean said, snapping Kitty out of her semi-conscious stupor.

   Kitty shook her head, and stood up straighter. "No, I'll be fine,"

   She looked at Jean, who was looking at her anxiously. "Really, I'm just a little tired. I'll be fine."

   "If you say so,"

   A car whizzing by at a speed that definitely not legal, distracted her. It was then that she realised the Doctor's Surgery was situated on a fairly busy road, and they were in plain sight.

   In a quick panic she quickly scanned the area. There was a man walking his dog across the street and a woman with a pram walking slightly behind him. In the apartment building down the street, one window had its curtains open, and a half dressed man walked by it, brushing his teeth.

   The traffic wasn't that thick, only a few cars every now and then. But there was enough to start getting worried.

   "Jean," Kitty said quietly to her friend who was using her telekinesis to manipulate a coke can so it looked like a man, and made it dance around the ground.

   "Hmm?" Jean answered not taking her mind off the dancing can, which was now doing the Macarena.

   "Can you scan the area? I'm worried."

   Suddenly the little Can-Man fell to the ground unceremoniously, and Jean's head tilted up, her eyes still closed.

   "There is a guy thinking about how Pet food is getting expensive; A woman thinking about her how to tell her husband she wants a divorce and…" Jean trailed off, a frown on her face.

   "What?" Kitty panicked, "Who else is there?"

   "I dunno they're hard to read, it's… weird."

   "Dig deeper,"

   "I am," Her frown increased with concentration, until her hand flew to her head, her eyes opened and she looked at Kitty. "She kicked me out!"

   "Kicked you out? You mean she's a telepath?"

   Jean shook her head. "No, but… god that hurt!"

   A Black Mercedes pulled up in front of the Surgery and a vaguely Blond woman stepped out of the car.

   "Ok, who's the telepa—" she began before looking at Jean properly. She frowned "Jean?"

   It was then that Kitty recognised the woman; it was Marie Denver from the Television.

   "Have we met?" Kitty asked nervously, drawing her attention away from Jean and onto her. "I know you from TV and all, but I don't think we've ever seen each other before."

   All of a sudden Marie brought her into a huge warm hug. Kitty stiffened, and waited for her to pull away.

   When she did, Kitty just looked at her warily. Jean was looking on closely, her hand still held to her head.

   "I've hoped so long for this moment, so have Logan, and Kurt, and everyone else. Oh, I'm so stupid you won't even recognise me!"

   She bowed her head, and all of a sudden a bright light engulfed her body. A few seconds later, the light disappeared, and standing where Marie Denver was standing before, was Rogue.

   She had grown. Now she was the same height as Jean, who before was always a head taller. And she had let her hair grow out. She held a sense of something around her. A sense of Power, however her green eyes, were still the same as Kitty remembered. She was still wearing gloves, which Kitty noticed vaguely. But the biggest shock was that she without her gothic makeup, she was barely recognisable.

   Kitty took a few steps back. "Rogue?"

   "Ah got better at controlling my powers …took some of Mystique. Need Ah say more?" Rogue said in her old Southern accent, while she shrugged her shoulders, her, now long double tinted hair bouncing up and down with every move her head made.

   "Why are you here anyway?" she asked eventually, actually realising that they were outside a Doctor's surgery.

   Jean nodded at her foot, which was still rather swollen, and was now turning some very strange and interesting colours.

   Rogue winced. "That'll need a cast. Come with me, and we can do something about that. And we can talk, and catch up on things." With that she popped out a small mobile phone. She pressed a few buttons and began talking into it.

   "—Yeah Nightcrawler? Ah've got some people that you'll be real happy to see… yep… Get Logan and everyone else together to meet me when Ah get there… Ah know they won't like being woken up, but this is one thing they'll be real happy about... Yeah, see ya soon" She clicked the phone off.

   "We've been looking for ya'll for a good 4 years."

   "Has it really been four years?" Jean asked shocked.

   "The longest four years of my life. Things have changed a lot since you went missing. Ah'll tell you all about it when we get back to base." Rogue smiled. She did the same trick that she did before, and her whole body turned bright white. A few seconds later she was Marie Denver again, wearing her beige business suit.

   Rogue opened the door of the Mercedes and guided Jean in. Kitty got in next, and Rogue after her.

   The car ride to the 'Base' wasn't long; only a few minutes. The whole time, Kitty spent her time, trying to stay awake. Rogue, still in her Marie form, had a huge smile plastered on her face.

   When they got there, Rogue hopped out first, and told them to wait inside. She closed the door after herself, and Kitty and Jean waited patiently.

   The door opened, and Marie's face appeared, "Ok you can come out now." She said smiling. Kitty did as she said getting out of the car. Rogue helped Jean out of the Car as what Kitty saw in front of her, had her stunned. Because, there standing in front of her, was everybody. Kurt, Logan, Lance, Todd, and a few other people she didn't recognise.

   Kurt and Lance both yelled out her name at the same time, and ran at her, enveloping her in a huge hug. Everyone else just stood back and watched on smiling. Even Logan, who she never knew to be a loud and outgoing person, let out a large 'Whoop!' and grabbed her in a large hug.

   Jean looked just as happy to see everyone else as they were to see her.

   When everyone settled down, Rogue stepped in and said, "Ok guys, they both need medical attention and probably a lot of rest, so let's let them go." She said smiling. Everyone reluctantly backed off the two newcomers, and one of the people that Kitty didn't recognise stepped forward. He was tall. Very tall, 7 feet at least. He was dark and Asian, but his hair was black, but had a blue tinge to it.

   "This is Chase, he's our resident doctor here. He'll fix your leg Jean, and help you get good nights sleep."  He nodded and smiled. He then walked over to Jean and asked.

   "I don't want you to stress your leg anymore than it already is, so will you allow me to pick you up?" Jean looked slightly shocked, but nodded. He smiled and lifted Jean up with ease, and nodded at Kitty to follow him. She complied, and followed him inside the big modern building.

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Disclaimer: (oops, forgot to do one last chapter …⌐.⌐… heh heh heh… nobody is to snitch on me… ok?) Any characters you recognise from the Television show X Men Evolution probably do belong to the makers of the Cartoon. Not exactly sure who owns it though? (Little help?) Warner Brother's maybe? Or Marvel… hell, it might even belong to Cartoon Network, but I find that highly doubtful, since they haven't even bought the rites to Series 3 in Australia… grrr… And I'll leave my bitching to the Authors notes. Yeah, but the little dancing coke can is mine… MINE!  Well not really. It's from a movie I like. (Lets see who can guess what movie it's from… tehehehe)

A/N: Ok… here the bitching will begin… Actually I can't be bothered to bitch anymore. So I'm just going to say a big THANKYOU!!! To the 10 people that reviewed. I honestly didn't expect that many reviews, I thought it was a bit average, but apparently other people think otherwise. Strange…

Another Note: I know I said that there will be Romy in the story, and don't get me wrong there will be. It's just that it doesn't come in for a while… like at this stage 7 chapters, and even then, it isn't the main focus of the story. The plot does NOT revolve around the Issues Rogue has with her powers; I think that storyline has been a tad overused. This is why I decided to make a story that wasn't Rogue/Remy centric, even though they are my favourite characters. I'd like to think that *if* people do like my story, they like it for the actual *story* and not because of a particular character pairing.

Yeah, that's it, and I suppose half of you didn't even take a second glance at that little rambling of mine, and you're probably saner for that. Good for you.

Now review in the little pull down bar down there *points to the review box thingy*… pretty please??? Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms, even flames are. They keep me warm in my oh so cold bedroom.