Title: Adjusting Roles

Author: Mango

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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After a quick shower Rogue changed into a pair of jeans and a red sweater. Looking into the mirror she decided she was decent enough to have dinner. She picked up her long black gloves and slid them over her skin before heading downstairs.

She was caught up in minutes with people either remembering her or those who heard about her. The reunion with Bobby was probably the most awkward.

"Hey." He had said, before she had even seen him. And there he was, standing right in front of her.

"Bobby. Hi." She said. Searching for anything to say to make him not so cold, but failed miserably.

"You're looking well." He observed, glancing quickly at her gloved hands.

"As are you." And it was the truth. He had grown into a man that she knew was inside somewhere and it suited him.

He nodded curtly and turned away from her, predictably.

Logan's gaze fell hard on her shoulders but she did her best to ignore it, while socializing with a number of young students who were somewhat in awe of her.

When dinner was served the chatter continued and Rogue withdrew from the conversation, hoping to escape the gaze of the others as well. No such luck. "Rogue." Xavier said, succeeding in getting her attention. She turned to him in silent acknowledgement. "May I see you in my office after dinner?"

"Certainly, Professor." She answered, her smile growing genuinely. She was looking forward to being honest, for the first time in almost three years.

* * *

She knocked on the oak door that she knew all too well. She opened it slightly peering in. "Professor?"

"Yes, Rogue, please come in. I look forward to talking with you." He stated. When she opened the door she found him at his desk reviewing some files.

"Actually, so do I." She responded, blushing slightly.

"Please, take a seat." He gestured.

"Thank you." She said while taking a seat in the push black leather chair in from of her.

"Still wearing the gloves, I see." He said, looking at her hands that were currently fidgeting with the corners of the fingers of her black gloves.

"Yeah." She paused, pondering, perhaps, why she did. "I guess they're kind of a comfort. To remind me of the times that I couldn't control it."

"Are you confident with your abilities to control your power?" He asked, gazing directly at her, as if to catch any hesitation.

"Yes." She said, firmly. It had taken her two years to perfect.

"Show me."

She slowly removed her gloves. Second guessing herself she shook off her insecurities. She had done this hundreds of times. He extended his hand across his desk and she met his with hers. There was nothing but flesh on flesh. No powers, no death and no fear.

* * *

Hours later she sat on the counter in the kitchen cradling a glass of cool water. She was curled with her knees to her chin and staring out the window, although the darkness made it impossible to see past the patio.

Jubilee entered, wearing bright colours and a wide grin. "Hey, Rogue."

"Hey. What are you up to?" Rogue asked, hoping for a distraction from her dark thoughts.

"Nothing. Just thought I'd see what you were up to before heading to bed." She responded. She knew that Jubilee cared about her, and was sorry for missing so much of her life.

"Want to go for a walk?" Rogue offered.

"Now? It's late, Rogue. Some of us have training in the morning." She said, half teasing.

"Right." She said, smiling lightly. "Maybe next time."

Jubilee left after saying "Goodnight."

Logan entered the room stealthily but she sensed him, damning herself for not doing her brooding elsewhere. She rose instinctively and placed her glass in the washer before attempting to leave the kitchen.

"Where are you going, Kid?" He asked, half mocking her.

"A walk." She said, unlocking the door joining the patio.

"Not by yourself."

"Jesus, Logan. You forget I'm twenty-one years old. Open your eyes." She dramatically took off her gloves and tossed them onto the table. "Besides, I'm the last person you have to be worrying about walking in the middle of the night." She said, opening the door and stepping out into the cool air. She shivered instinctively and pulled her arms tight around her before continuing to walk.

"Damn it, Marie." He said, she jumped a little, not realizing how close he was. "You aren't invincible, you know. I've saved your life before, I was there when you almost died."

"I know." She stated solemnly gathering her arms tighter around her as if to ward off the memories.

"Put your gloves on." He said, passing her the silk gloves. She sighed and slipped them on.

They walked for a good hour before returning to the school where Rogue went straight to her room after whispering goodnight to Logan.