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Chapter I:

Third Person on Omniscient :

Rogue walked down the path away from The Brotherhood. A breeze blew against her. She bundled up cold and alone, without anyone.

/'Ah'm alone now, always alone'/, she realized.

Her lavender scent washed away down the path to The Brotherhood. It was the gift set that Pietro got her for her last birthday. He was the only one to notice that she liked lavenders. She looked up at the large building the path had led her to. It was The Xavier Institution. As she walked up, the gates swung open. Logan, Professor, Ororo, and The group welcomed her solemnly. She walked up to the room that she and Kitty used to share. She walked in to see her bed was still unoccupied. This would her room from now on, instead of the bed she slept with in with Pietro. Not in the way lovers' share a bed. More like friends. He often would comfort her after she would have an upsetting dream. Rogue sighed as she thought of the way he would affectionately stroke her hair being carefully not to make contact with her skin. She would miss him something fierce. It made her question why he forced her to leave.

/Was it something I said or did? / Rogue speculated mentally.

She was so caught up in the mystery that is Pietro that she didn't hear the Professor knocked. It startled Professor went up to talk to her. He pointed out if it was too hard to say what was bothering her, He could just probed her mind, psychically. Rogue cut him off, annoyed with him. She knew he wanted to help, but she just wanted to be left alone.

/Like Tha' Brotherhood left mah' alone/, she reflected sorrowfully.

"Ah don't want to explain why Ah'm back Ah just am, and Ah hope you can except that ah am." Rogue informed him. The Professor nodded, then began to walk out of Rogue's room. He stopped in order to ask her one last question.

"I take it you are here to stay and won't be returning to The Brotherhood." The anguished look in her face was enough to answer his question. He knew as much as he loved Rogue like a daughter, she was not meant to be here, but replied anyway,

"When Kitty goes to see Lance just ask her to pick up your stuff. She should be in here soon, with the others to see if your o.k." Rogue was about to advise him to ask the other students to stay away, but it was too late because as he opened the door everyone entered her room, teachers included. She was bombarded with everything from greetings to nosy inquisitions as to why she left. She told them she didn't want to say and The Professor told them that that would be enough questions as they left she did say she wouldn't be returning to The Brotherhood, which peaked all their curiosity, but they let her be. Rogue requested that Kitty get her stuff. Kitty nodded thinking about asking lance about what went down. Rogue looked gloomier than ever. As they left Scott waited for everyone to file out of the room.

"Glad to have you back Rogue, he smiled, as he left.

"glad to be back" she answered plastering a fake smile on her face. She was in some ways glad to be back, but she missed The Brotherhood. Ah well, Ah don't want to be where Ah'm not wanted, she thought. She perked up slightly at the notion of the complement.

/Maybe Ah'm wanted here, Maybe Ah do belong here/' she pondered.

Her pondering turned to those of her time at The Brotherhood, and of Pietro's harsh words. They still wrung clearly in her head;

/"Why don't you get the hell out, because you're not wanted here!"/

Tears began to slide down he face as she remembered happier moments. She cried until the sobs lulled her into sleep.

She slept soundly until she was woken up by a dream, in a cold sweat. Rogue glanced at the clock, and was surprised to see it was two-thirty in the morning. Deciding she was thirsty, Rogue got up to get a glass of water. She made her way down to kitchen in The dark, swearing as she forgot were various pieces of furniture were. She grabbed a cup and filled it to the brim with water. After adding some ice cubes, she swore again as The cold water ran down her arm, as she made her way outside into the chilly October air, and The cold water chilled her arm. Even though it was cold and she wished she'd had a jacket, she welcomed the feeling. Rogue remembered the dream so clearly, even her every thought, like she was reliving the moment:

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Rogue's Dream:

It started out like a memory, taking place just like it did this summer, around July. The Brotherhood, took their 'little sister' on their usually camping trips. Joking around Pietro who had had a great deal of sugar, which made him even more wired, whisked Rogue off her feet, and sped away.

Pietro laughs as a dripping wet Rogue emerged from The Lake he zipped her to and quickly tossed he in. He stood there in the water, doubled over from laughter. She could feel her makeup running down her face.

"Rogueyyoushouldseeyourface,youlooklikearacoon!," he laughed, talking his usual mile a minute. Rogue responded angrily to his reaction.

"Keep laughin' Speedy, Ah'll slap yah so hard, you'll wish Ah absorbed tha memory an' knocked yah smartass out," she began but began to see The absurdity of this situation. A smile spread over her face until a laugh erupted from her face.

"You'dhavetocatchmefirst" He said in his voice and smile full of self- confidence, bordering on cocky.

She tackled Pietro who in a flash, stepped to the side. Rogue became even more drenched than before, and was laughing harder than ever. Laughing so hard he didn't see Rogue sneak up behind him and push him down, with a triumphant look on her face. She smirked at the look on his face as if to say 'how do you like it now'. He frowned then bust out laughing. They walked up to the bank of The Lake, using each other for support. They collapsed laughing, on the bank huddled together. When they stopped laughing was when Rogue appreciated how serene and appealing the place looked with its weeping willows hanging over the picturesque lake. She also didn't fail to notice how appealing her companion looked. Pietro took off his shirt, unveiling his tight wiry, lean, strong muscles he had. His body was sleek and thin with unbending muscles. He unconsciously ran a hand through his wet silver hair, slicking it back.

/Damn, he actually is pretty hot/ Rogue mentally judged the teen standing before her, opinionatively.

/God what am Ah thinkin', he's like my older brother/, she chided her feelings.

Pietro caught her staring and she blushed shaking off the strong fluttering sensation that suddenly filled her stomach. At The time she had no clue what that feeling meant. Pietro made a self-centered comment about everyone staring at his hot body, causing Rogue to snort, breaking her view about the attractive young adult standing in front of her, and sending them to the twerp she grew up with.

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A gust of wind broke her thoughts of the dream. And sent them to the person responsible for the dream. Pietro.

/Even tha' wind reminds mah of him'/

She thought with contempt. What did this mean? She looked out on the horizon. The people wouldn't up soon, for another couple of hours, since it was Sunday. The sun was slowly rising over the treetops guiding her attention slowly wafted back to the dream:

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Rogue's Dream:

He asked her a personal question about her if it was hard to never be able to make contact. She gave him a sad look but didn't answer; he knew the answer and apologized. Pietro abruptly stood up and took her hand, pulling her up. She become conscious then, that he was taller than her, a great deal taller. He hugged her closely, and then walked away. Anyone watching the scene would mistake them for lovers. Rogue looked up at him bewildered.

"What was that fo?" she wondered aloud. Pietro responded without turning back.

"Because Marie, everyone deserves compassion." Rogue was slightly taken back with this comment .He was the only one, other than Mystique, Logan, and the professor who knew her real name. She was silent as he pulled his shirt on over his head, until he turned around and gave her this grin, with his ice blue gleaming with mischief.

What are you planning now, Piety?," she demanded, using his old nickname, that only she was allowed to do.

" O.k.Roguey,raceyaback,onyamarkgetsetgo!" he replied speedily, and he took of leaving Rogue to find her way back to camp.

/Damn it Pietro, this is so like yah. Lull mah into a false sense of security and screw mah ova'/.

She ran back, to the camp, arriving just before dusk. She promptly called him an ass and walked swiftly to her tent, leaving the other three boys to question what he did.

/Once an ass, always an ass/,

Rogue fumed to herself. Pietro proved this point when he woke her up at five in the morning with a mischievous look on his face. Rogue rolled over and groaned, wondering why he had to annoying her further.

"What'd yah want now Pietro" Rogue murmured, trying to sleep. He looked at her slyly, but didn't answer. He picked her up and sped her off to a place she had never seen. It was a cliff overlooking The Bayville campsite.

"Why are we her'?" Rogue asked suspiciously. Last time he carried her off she ended up soaked to the bone.

"You'll see. I just wanted to do something special for my 'Little Sister'", he enlightened her. She sat there looking out to the black horizon, waiting for the sun to rise when a blast of cool air chilled her to the core. Despite the fact that it was summer, without the sun to warm her, and Rogue still clad only in a block tank top and loose black pants, felt it.

Without her usual loads of makeup and her amber and white striped hair pulled back in a ponytail, no one at her school would recognize her as the School Goth. She also had on her daily worn gloves, which she almost never took off, in case something like this happened. It wasn't uncommon for impulsive, reckless Pietro to come up with some crazy, spontaneous, irresponsible scheme, which Lance; even though The X-men, Kitty included, assumed he was troublesome one; ended up stopping them. Lance was like an older brother to all of them, keeping them in check. And Pietro the self- acclaimed "Leader" needed to be kept in check the most. He was one of the most hotheaded people Rogue knew.

/That was Pietro. But he was also sweet and caring. Like a brother. Maybe more./ she considered but shook the thought.

Pietro noticed when Rogue shivered and in a flash he went and got a blanket for the two of them. He draped the blanket around the two of them and watched as the sun rose over The Mountains, turning the sky different colors. Pietro, who was fully dressed in a tight sleeveless black shirt and jeans, pushed a stray strand of hair, from her face without touching her skin. Rogue looked up into his eyes, which shone with a bright intensity that bore into her. She couldn't help it she leaned her head on his masculine chest. He instinctively put his arm around her. Everything seemed to wash away, and the nothing seemed to be there except for them. A strange feeling filled the pit of he stomach. Rogue didn't even realize it was so much more at the time she thought it was just a sisterly love she had for him, at least that's what she forced herself to pretend it was. She couldn't pretend anymore. She didn't realize it then but it al seemed so clear now.

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"Ah'm in love with Pietro", Rogue said, coming to this startling realization as if it came to her in a dream, which it did. She pondered what that meant, and wondered how long she'd really felt like this about him.

/Always/ she thought, smiling to herself.

/And I've known since that moment/ Rogue mused mentally.

It was there she realized that she loved him, even if she didn't admit it until now. Rogue blushed slightly as the consideration of how the rest of the dream went. This was completely different. It took place in winter and was a bit more racy. Only than she was thankful that The lights at The Xavier Institute were all out, and neither of The two telepathic borders could read her mind. Her blush turned deep scarlet as she remembered:

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Rogue's Dream:

This was when the dream began to become less of a memory and more of a fantasy. It wasn't like the other one. Instead of taking place in a hot July setting it was winter, December to be exact. Though she was once on his team she was now a member of the X-men, they were now enemies. She knew they shouldn't be together, but everything just seemed to disappear as she stood there nestled in his arms. They truly belonged together, even if no one approved. Almost all the members of the X-Men, except Kitty who was becoming serious with Lance, and her little brother Kurt, as he called himself had protested her getting back together, whether it be as friends or as something more. She remembered Scott's harsh words, when she dumped him for no apparent reason.

"Your dumping me for that loser, Bastard of Magneto, aren't you?" Scott had questioned furiously.

Rogue, who had had every intention of denying that accusation when it came up, forgot her defiance and quickly went to Quicksilver's defense, proving Scott right. He quickly went to the Professor who didn't seem to mind, which angered the already heated Scott. The only thing that he benefited from this was that little Ms. Perfect was right there to help mend his broken heart, and quickly disapprove to the relationship. She hadn't had time to wonder why the professor had not said anything because that day Pietro had flashed into the Institute and left a note around a purple, almost white lavender, asking her to meet him at the place were they realized they loved each other. It was signed, Piety. Rogue smiled to herself as she made her way to The Bayville Campsite.

Rogue silently made her way to the cliff were she found Pietro already waiting for her, a blanket on the ground and another to wrap around her shoulders. Rogue smiled to herself. He was already there, but then again since his little change of heart he's always there for her, just like old times. He made the mistake of pushing her away once, and he promised her he'd never make the same mistake again, that he'd always be there to protect her. She walked up to him and he put his hands on her shoulders fixing his eyes on her, tracing over her facial features, as if trying to memorize them. She and Pietro had been sitting at the exact same spot were she unknowingly realized she loved him, not even a half year ago. A gentle snow began to fall and a snowflake fell on her cheek. Pietro who had been sitting next to her on a blanket, cradling her in a loving hug in his arms, brushed a stray snowflake that landed on her cheek, with his gloved hand. Instead of moving his hand away, he cupped her cheek staring into her eyes with his own burning sapphire blue eyes. Rogue could tell what he was thinking because it was the same thing on her mind. But unlike her, Pietro didn't care if them being together was wrong, or if people contested their relationship. Being in his arms Rogue was starting to forget about right or wrong. All that mattered was that they were together, and that she loved him. They had an unspoken agreement to never say 'I love you' out loud, because they didn't want to complicate their relationship any further. Besides, it didn't need to be said ,she could tell just by looking into his eyes, and him into hers. She looked down at her feet and then out to the horizon as the sun this time set this time on the two star-crossed lovers. Rogue closed he eyes and moved closer into his embrace. He pressed his lips upon her forehead, not caring if he passed out. To his surprise, he stayed there full conscious. Rogue looked up at him, avoiding his deep eyes that she seemed to get lost in, stunned at the fact that he didn't pass out. Rogue didn't' have time to wonder. Pietro passionately urged his lips against hers covering them with his long-desired kisses. Rogue wanting this as much as he did, welcoming the touch, pulled away. Though he tried to hide it, Pietro was hurt by her retreat.

"Pietro," she began, still avoiding his eyes. 'As long as Ah don't look into those haunting blue eyes ah'll be alright', she deliberated, as she tried to tell him that this was a bad idea. Only first she'd have to herself that this was wrong. She grasped her rational, logical, explanation but didn't realize how weak it sounded until she said it. " This is Wrong," she whispered submissively. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. Pietro tipped Rogue's chin up and she found herself face-to-face with the sapphire blue eyes she had forced herself not to look into. Rogue could feel herself slipping away. She couldn't help it she spoke the exact same words that he began to say.

"I Love You" Pietro murmured as Rogue said the analogous response.

Rogue closed the gap between their faces and passionately kissed him. He hands began to slide up his chest as she tried to pull the shirt over his head. She was tired of right from wrong. She wanted him. Now. She didn't care about anyone's opinions. All she wanted was to be with him. She began peeling his clothes off which he gladly followed suit, and began slipping her cloths off. She wrapped her long white legs around his waist and he hoisted her up, placing his finger deep inside of her in the process. She began moaning and they began to lie down on the blanket next to them. As he slipped out of her she moaned disapprovingly but then got a wicked look to match his. She slid down lower taking his member in her mouth and sucking him to a peak. Soon they were locked in a heat that absorbed them, and this time it wasn't battle, but love. Rogue was lost to him, and she was never leaving him again as she soared to knew heights he entered her and they both climaxed. He was hers and she was his. Nothing mattered at this point and Rogue knew that nothing else would matter from this point on except them. They both had a change of heart and it was a change for the better.

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Rogue closed her eyes and shook her head as if trying to shake the image from her head. She was startled by a bamf, letting her know her brother was there.

"Rogue, the professor vould like to see all of the students in an hour."

Rogue told him she'd be there but she needed some time to herself. Her brother merely gave her a sad look and left without her.

/Damn it Pietro, why did things have to end up this way. Why did I have to fall in love with you of all People in Bayville?/ Rogue silently made promised to herself on the rising sun. She would never fall in love, and it would never be with someone who hated her, even though in her heart she knew she already broke the promise she'd just have to make herself have a change of heart.

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Okay the love scene could have been a lot better but I would be kicked off the site if I did it (Or rather THEY) how I wanted to (or wanted them) do it.

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///Wolverine