Title: Chances
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Rating: PG-13
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Rogue screamed as the mutant transferred his power to her. Magneto had finally let her in on his plan. One she had already guessed at. He told her that the X-team would not and could not find her, so she was better off just accepting the inevitable. But Rogue knew better. Her teammates would not leave any stone unturned. Only, she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. Magneto was draining every vestige of strength out of her. She prayed that they would come for her soon. She knew she couldn't last much longer. Not with the experiments that had been and were being done to her. They took so much blood from her. Vials of her blood were lined up like trophies on the wall of their "hospital." That's what they called it. She called it her own personal hell. They said they were helping the world be rid of lowlife humans. As Magneto had said before, long ago to Xavier, "We are the future Charles, not them. They no longer matter."
Rogue didn't agree with him. She also didn't agree to be a martyr for the mutant race. Not on Magneto's terms anyway. The mutant that was hooked up to her at the moment was called Dream Seeker. He was a Native American. His mutant power was power over dreams. He could make a person dream what he wanted, and could decide whether they would remember it or if it would remain in their sub-conscious. It was a form of telepathy. As well as getting their power, she also retained their memories. Dream Seeker's memories had been bright years before. Until the mutant revolution started. His people, their name was lost to her, had been proud of his talent and promise as Shaman. Before they found out that his talent was not from good ancient bloodlines, but from a mutation. When he used his power, his dark brown eyes would become silver, with blue pupils. As Magneto turned on his machine, Rogue felt the familiar wave of pain pass over her. As if something were ripping at all her nerve endings. She screamed, Dream Seeker roared, Magneto laughed.
"C'mon Logan, ah need ya now. Please hurry."
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Logan jumped onto the high-tech jet, and looked at Xavier and Jean. They were still standing on the loading dock. Everyone was already piled in. It was a tight squeeze, but they worked it out.
"Logan, is there something that you wished to tell me?" Xavier asked in his quiet non-assuming voice.
Logan looked steadily at Xavier, his voice strong and sure. "She will be home soon Xavier, you can bet on it." With that he strode into the jet where everyone was waiting. The door to the jet closed, and the engines started. The ceiling opened up, then the jet was gone. Blending in with the black night sky. Xavier gazed up at the stars.
"I know you will bring her home Logan. I know you will. But what to expect when you realize she is no longer the little girl that idolized you?" He looked at Jean who was waiting expectantly at the doorway. He smiled for the first time in a week.