Disclaimer: Not mine, except Siannagh and Salla.

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"He didn't rape her," Rogue said. Xavier looked up in surprise as the Goth rushed into his room, without even knocking. It took a second for him to register what she was saying, by which time Rogue had already continued speaking. "Ah know. Ah think Siannagh thinks it was Logan, but it wasn't."

"What are you talking about?" he asked through her rambling. He hadn't told anyone this. He knew Logan wouldn't talk voluntarily and Ororo had gone straight to bed after supper to clear her head, so how did Rogue know? "Who was it?"

"Does Siannagh think it was Logan?" she asked. "Does she think he's the father?"

"Yes," he confirms. Rogue was near to histerical. Something had obviously disturbed her; she never spoke this much. A thought dawned on Xavier, the same thought Rogue had pushed away earlier that day. "Rogue, what do you know?"

"Ah was thinking," she explained. "Ah was tryin' to figure out where Ah'd seen Siannagh before, then Ah realised Ah haven't seen her before and what Ah was getting were someone else's memories. Really, really sick memories. Ah'm not sure who, but yah know Ah can take people's memories by accident? Ah reckon that's what's happened. It must have been someone Ah touched recently."

"Have you no idea who?" he asked, suspicions slowly building. Now, who did he know that could appear as anyone they wished? The person he had in mind certainly fitted the discription and was definitely twisted enough to carry it out. "Was it -"

"Mystique," she cut through. She had jumped on the same train of though her Professor had. "It was her, it must have been. That's disgusting!"

"Do you remember what happened?" he asked, moving his wheelchair closer to her. Rogue shook her head and took a seat, knowing what the next question would be. "Can I read your memories?"

"You can't touch my skin," she reminded him.

"It is not necessary," he said, raising his hands to a centimetre or so away from her head. "It makes the thoughts clearer, but this is perfectly fine. Just try to relax."

She felt him in her head instantly, as if he had walked over a mental bridge into her memories. Xavier explored her mind, avoided conscious thoughts; that only led to embarrassment on both their parts. He had learnt from experience not to delve deeply into a teenage mind.

He reached the memory he wanted, and steeled himself for what was to come. It seemed out of place with the dark memories of Rogue's and if memories could be coloured, this one would have been blood red.