Charles Xavier was resting. It had been a hectic day and night to say the least as the constant apologising to everyone involved had really taken it out of him. Logan was scowling in the corners; not just in one corner, either. Whatever rooms Xavier retreated to, Logan appeared, full of scowls and dark glares. Eventually Charles knew he had do something to stop it, he was feeling more and more uncomfortable every moment.

"Logan, why don't you locate Mystique?" he suggested. "She's the one you should be glaring at, not me."

Noiselessly, he had left in his full uniform.

Now for that extremely wobbly bridge he had mentioned to Rogue before. Siannagh. This could definitely be a problem.

As Rogue walked past him, he beckoned her closer. "Rogue, I want you to find Siannagh for me. I believe she is in her room. Would you tell her-"

"Yeah, Professor," affirmed Rogue. "Listen, Logan said something about Salla having two mothers. Ah know Mystique is a girl and all, but is that possible?"

"From the evidence I believe it is indeed possible."

"That's fucking twisted."

"Rogue."

"Sorry, Professor, but it is," Rogue shrugged. "It makes me queasy jus' thinking of it, you know?"

"I do indeed, but that is no excuse for profanity."

With a grim smile, Rogue carried on to her ascent of the stairs to find Siannagh. Just like the Professor, really, to make it look like he was doing all the work but actually shove all the effort onto everyone else. She grinned to herself, hiding the rare smile quickly.

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Siannagh heard three distinct taps on her door and placed her child on the ground with intense maternal care. Salla whined momentarily, but soon received a gently kiss on the forehead and settled down on a tiny beanbag chair.

"Who is it?" she called to the door, taking a step toward it. She couldn't hear what was being said on the other side of the door as it was too muffled and her hearing wasn't the best on the planet, but she recognised the tone as that of Rogue. "Oh, Rogue, come in."

The door clicked as it opened. Siannagh noticed that was slightly indistinct too, and wondered if she should get her hearing checked again.

"Hey Rogue," she smiled, placing herself back down on the bed, motioning for Rogue to sit on the chair by the desk. "What's up?"

"Not Logan, that's for sure."

Insert stunned silence here.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyebrows forming creases on her pale forehead as she frowned. "It's not the sort of thing I'd like to talk about at the moment, I mean, Logan is that... Man, that you mentioned. I was in a good mood."

"Ah'm sorry, but it's important," shrugged Rogue. "It wasn't him."

"What wasn't him?"

"He's not the father," she explained, taking a deep breath as soon as the sentence was over; she hadn't breathed properly since she had entered the room. "Mystique is...well, not the father, but..."

"What do you mean?" she repeated. Her face was a picture of bafflement. "Isn't Mystique that woman Kurt was talking about at dinner, his mother? The-"

"Shapeshifter," Rogue finished for her, staring pointedly. Siannagh blanched. A glass of water on the windowsill began to put on a very spray-filled display. "Don't panic...It would explain why her mutation is visible at birth. Ah mean, look at Kurt."

"It was a girl...?"

"I'm sorry," she pulled a grim smile. "At least she has siblings now, though...Me and Kurt."

"Maybe she doesn't want siblings," Siannagh growled, gathering the scared-looking child into her grip. "Get out. Don't come back here, tell the same to Kurt."

The next thing Rogue was aware of was the door being slammed in her face. After a couple of seconds of stupefied blinking, she grinned.

"Well, that went well," she commented, and for an instant Mystique was stood in her place, her blue face filled with malevolence.