The professor showed up then, which was a good thing since Scott looked like he was gonna start blasting now and ask questions later. "Why have you come?"

Piotr talked for the group. "Now that Magneto's gone, and Apocalypse is loose, we're going to have to combine our strengths to defeat him. We can only win if we fight together."

"Cause that worked *so* well last time." Evan muttered

"They do have a valid point though. Maybe if we train enough, we can find a way."

Scottt became very frustrated the Professor was actually considering letting the acolytes join. "C'mon Professor, Magneto probably forgot to give them keys and now they need a place to stay. They can't come here! They'll probably end up killing us."

A huge argument started, but it was nothing compared to the one going on in my mind. It felt like my head was going to explode. I staggered upstairs, and luckily it seemed everyone was too busy to notice. At least I wouldn't have to explain the Voices to them.

By the time I reach my room, I had claws, was half shape shifted into Mystique, and levitating things. I fell through the door and halfway through the floor.

"You guys have to calm down, or you're gonna kill me!" That shut them up pretty fast. I had managed to pull myself up through the floor before I became tangible again, but the heel of my boot got stuck. I began unlacing it, since it wouldn't just come off, when I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway.

"Not good, I don't want anyone to know!" I thought, causing the Voices to try and come to my aid. My head was already throbbing as it was. At least Logan was sensible enough to remember that I still had his claws. I sliced it off my foot as the door opened.

"Now ya gonna have t' go shoe shoppin'." Gambit was in the door with his usual smile, but he suddenly because serious. He lowered his voice. "But really, are ya Ok, petit?"

I was getting some of Jean's telepathy, but I couldn't really get any actual thoughts, just emotions. He did seem genuine though, which surprised me. Usually it just seemed like he liked messing with my mind; something I *really* didn't need. But still, should I tell him. My head throbbed violently again. I guess I had to tell someone. And Gambit was the only one who had noticed.

I sighed. "You know how apocalypse made me absorb everyone?" He nodded. "Well, they're all in my head now. All of them, even you. They all fight to get me to do stuff, and argue, and it's driving me crazy. They never shut up, I don't know how to make them and I can hardly ever sleep anymore. And now their powers keep showing up, without warning. You could probably have figured that part out though."

He pulled me over to the bed, still wincing at his injuries and motioned for me to sit down. "Maybe ya should tell th' professor. Didn't he help last time?"

"Well, - Hey, how'd you know? You weren't even around then."

"Er, well."

"Remy knows lots about his petit." Gambit's Voice said.

"Nevermind. After it happened, the professor said he couldn't wipe out the psyches. So he already tried, but they won't go away. And you better not tell anyone. I don't need people avoiding me anymore than they already do."

"Remy doesn't avoid ya'"

"I mean, no one does it intentionally. Well, unless I'm angry. But people are afraid of what happens when I touch. I already know to be careful! I've been dealing with it everyday since it started. And you should see people around here when my gloves are off. It's not like I'm gonna go around touching people." All the Voices started arguing about how it wasn't true. It felt like my head was about to explode again. Good thing I was already sittinng. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my hands to my head.

I heard Remy's voice (the real one) from far away. "Rogue, you Ok? They doin' it again?" I felt him rap on my forehead. "Listen up in there, you leave ma Cherie

alone."

It sort of worked. At least they were quieter now. "How come they only listen to you?" I joked weakly.

"Well, whenever you need someone t' boss them around, just come find Remy. The professor is lettin' us stay here."

"Great, now you'll be annoying me all the time."

"Remy certainly won't mind. Think of all the girl's he'll get t' watch train. Not t' mention his cherie."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off the bed. "Ow, not so hard Roguey. Remy's still injured."

"Aww, you're fine."

"No I'm not, I've got a bruise. Wanna see?"

"Eww, no, keep your shirt on!"

"Well, Remy's gotta move his stuff t' his new room. He'll catch you around."

"Just promise you won't tell anyone."

"Of course Cherie." And he left with a wink.

That guy really knew how to get me angry. But still…maybe next time I should let him show me his bruise.

AN: yay! Another chapter. I'll try and update regularly and ive got a good plot idea in mind, so there shouldn't be too many writer's blocks. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I didn't think id get any at all. (cries happily cause people read the story)