The room was a mess. Shattered glass from science equipment, books, and blood were everywhere. Logan, Bobby, Storm, Scott, and Jean all walked in surveying the damage.

Four bodies lied on the floor motionless.

"Marie!" Logan shouted running over to her.

She lied in a pool of blood.

Storm put a hand on Bobby's shoulder while Scott hugged a sobbing Jean.

They were too late.

Logan cradled Rogue in his arms. He took off his glove and held her bare hand. He touched her pale face. Nothing happened.

"You can't die." He whispered , " I'm here to save you. That's how it works."

Nothing.

"Come on, kid."

Stillness.

"Marie?"

Silence.

There was nothing he could do. He'd let her down in the worst possible way.

"No!" He screamed, "No!!!!"

She couldn't die. She can't be dead. He loved her. Loved her more that he had loved Jean. Loved her more than he ever though he could have loved anyone. Wasn't that enough to bring her back?

Overcome with emotion, he cupped her pale face in his ands and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Something happened.

A familiar tingling sensation.

Then darkness.

Rogue pushed Logan away stunned to have woken up in his arms. Had he been kissing her? A thousand questions soared through her mind as she watched Logan twitch before her. How many times would she have to watch this?

He was covered in blood, which she soon realized was her own.

She was drenched in it too.

He had huge gashes all over his body.

She was without a scar.

Bobby ran up and hugged her.

He was crying.

She was too.

So much blood.

So many tears.

So much pain and death.

All because of her.