Disclaimer: See Part One.
"We'll have to keep a eye on her. She and Jubilee share a room. Jubilee will be able to monitor her," the professor answered.
"Logan can be very... tenacious," Jean added. "Jubilee might not be enough."
"Speaking of which, what is Logan's condition?" the professor asked.
"Very bad," Jean answered. "Right now he's on a respirator. He has severe burns around his skeletal structure from the electrical heart stimulation. I had to increase the voltage because too much of the electricity was being diverted away from his heart to do any good. He's unconscious now, and given his prior experience with Rogue, probably in a coma, although I haven't had a chance to assess that yet."
"Will he wake up?"
"Probably, although I can't be sure. It will definitely take longer than the few days it took last time. If he had held on a few seconds more, I don't think he'd be alive."
"Jean, just get him better. That's all I ask," Scott said. "Get him healed and out of the med bay. Then I'll kill him."
"And I'll help," Storm added.
Rogue sat rocking on her bed, hugging her pillow to her chest and staring across the room at nothing.
'Why did you do it, Logan?' she thought to herself. 'Why did you touch me?'
A tidal wave of memories flooded her mind. Bodies, death, stench, blood, guilt, pain, hate, the scenes kept changing every second, getting more and more graphic and horrifying.
She fell back on the bed, clutching her head and screaming, "NOOOO!!! Stop!" at the top of her lungs. Just as quickly as they appeared the images stopped and she was back in her room.
'Sorry, darlin'.' apologized Logan's voice in her head. 'Can't control the memories.'
"Rogue, are you ok?" Jubilee asked.
Rogue could smell the fear and concern wafting from her friend, and she couldn't tell if it was her or Logan who answered, "That's a stupid question."
"Yeah, uh... sorry. Why did he do it, touch you?"
Rogue shuddered as the memories tried to break through. "Don't ask me right now, Jubes. Ok?"
"Ok. Should I go get Remy? He really wants to..."
"No! I won't have no pansy-assed, French-speaking geek around my girl!"
"Uh... Rogue?"
Rogue rubbed her head, trying to regain control. How could Logan think she was his girl after he'd left her for three years without so much as a phone call?
'Because you are, darlin',' he mentally replied.
'No, Logan,' she corrected. 'You may have saved my life, but a lot has changed while you've been gone.'
"No!" Logan/Rogue screamed. Rogue jumped from her bed and started pacing the room, clearly agitated. Her knuckles itched terribly, and he/she just wanted to beat someone up.
"Well, if not Remy, maybe we could get the professor. You seem a very upset," Jubilee said in a slow voice, trying to calm her friend.
Logan was furious. He just wanted to be left alone with Rogue. The professor might be able to do something to mess this up. Using her body, he jumped Jubilee. Holding up a fist, he replied, "You've never seen me very upset, little girl." Then, he released his claws.
The pain in her right hand brought Rogue's personality back into control of her body. She looked at it in shock. Three nine-inch bone claws were protruding from between her knuckles.
Looking into the shocked face of her friend, she said, "Ow."
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