(A/N: Sorry again....sorry sorry sorry sorry. Spelling and stuff is crap... I know. This chapter might be confusing.... so if you have any questions....ask away, and Ill see what I can do. "Hello again everyone." =Normal speach. "Hello 'again' everyone"= Speakinf and makeing one word stand out. 'and this means thinking'-------but Im sure you all knew that anyway tho huh?)

Chapter 2: Keys to the past.

Rogue flipped through the file, seeing a mass of cirtificates and sheets of paper. She looked around her room, slightley smelling cigarettes 'Ok...did Kitty bring Lance in hear again or somethin, does Lance even smoke?' She thought, as she returned to the papers. She picked up a small white envalope in her gloved hand, and opend it, seeing a letter, and a small silver locket. She held the locket up in the air and saw an inscription on the back:

To My Dearest Daughter Marie. Happy 4th Birthday Dear, Love You, Mom.

Rogue opend the locket and saw a small picture of a woman with long auburn hair, and bright green eyes, in one half of it, and a faded, unrecognisable picture of a man standing infront of a moterbike, in the other half. She snaped the locked shut and examind it. It had a detailed, celtic cross on the front os its oval shape. She put it on, tucking it into her shirt. Then she pulled out the letter and began to read it out loud.

"Dear Rogue, Because your'e 18th birthday is almost hear. Ah have decided to help you find out who you are, and where you come from. This reasearch that ah have done, is mearley to start you off, so as you can carry on youreself." Rogue paused and looked down at the pile of papers on her bed. 'There all about mah mother' she thought as she paced around her room, not hearing the footsteps outside of her door, so she continued.

"Altho ah could not find out who youre father is, the man your'e mother married is not him, as you can see in the devorse papers. If ever you need anything, ahl be hear for you. Give mah love to youre brother for me.....*mother*!" She said the word louder as she read the part which was sighned benith the name Mystique.

"He is not mah brother! And you are no relation of mahn!!" She yelled as she screwed up the letter and launched it at the wall as she growled and bagan to pace the floor in angar why'll breathing heavily. 'How dare she sighn it that way! How dare she get in contact with me!!!' She thought as she stomped around her room.

Logan opend the door and watched her pace around. She didn't even know he was watching her. She grabbed a piece of paper from her desk and began to tear it up and proceed to throw it down and then kick her bed with a slight scream of frustration.

"Bad 'hour' at school kid?!" Logan growled, as the sound of his voice made Rogue forget her anger and feel stupid.

'Wha do ah even bother skippin school...ah always get caught!' she thought.

"'What' are ya doin here Rogue." He snapped.

Rogue bit her lip and crossed her arms, smileing inocentley. "Ah live hear." She said as she cringed, expecting a loud and painfull assault on her ears. Logan Just growled at her, so she carried on. "Ahm sorry Logan....ah know ah promised ta stop skippin school, but it just bugs meh so much."

Logan shook his head and noticed the brand new book sitting ontop of Rogues bookbag, on her dresser. He nodded at it. "Did'ya get that today?"

Rogue looked at the bag with the book ontop of it. She frowned a little. 'But ah thought ah left it......' She just shrugged it off. "Yea..." Her answer was full of guilt and shame.

Logan looked at the file with the papers spread all over it. Rogue noticed him looking and scooped them up, putting them under her pillow and sat down.

"Whats that?" He said, suspicious of her behaviour.

"Nothin, its just papers fer school."

"Right." Logan said raising an eyebrow and walking away.

"Hey! Does this mean ah can stay hear Logan!?" She yelled after him, hearing a grunt that she had by now, realised was as good as yes. Rogue closed her door and turned back to the file as she pulled it out again.

She picked up a wod of paper that was held together with a paper clip, with a picture on front. She staired at the old, school photo, of an extrordinarily pritty woman, with long spiraled, aubern hair and deep green eyes that showed up strong and bright, even on camera. She pulled the photo away and saw a birth cirtificate for a, Stephaney Connor, whos pairents were both unknown, and was born in Mississippi. Behind it was a death curtificate for a, Stephaney Whyet.

Rogue frowned in confusion at the name difference, and then noticed the marrage and devorce papers, for Stepheney and Benjamin Whyet. According to the papers, Stephaney was 18 when she married 26 year old Benjamin, and 19 when they devorce. Rogue frowned again at the dates on the slip, as compared to the date she was born. Stephaney Connor, was onley 16 when she married Benjamin, and 17 when she was, legally devorced. 'She faked her age ta get married!' Rogue thought as she scanned through the papers, eventually picking up another birth cirtificate for a, Marie Whyet, mother Stephaney Whyet, and father unknown. It was her birth cirtificate.

The birth curtificate was issued 4 years before the womans death curtificate, and 3 years after the devorce paper. 'Well benjamin ain't mah father' She thought with a shrug, and picked up the picture, looking at it again.

She realised how familiar the face was. Familiar, because she saw it every time she looked into the mirror. 'Mystique cayn't be liein' about this....its too real..' She thought, and then put the picture down again, picking up the adoption papers.

These were issued to Raven Dalkholm, who adopted Marie Whyet, and changed the name to Darkholm. Also in the file was a small black book, with leather covers, and on the first page was: Stephaney Whyet's Jornal.

Rogue closed the book when she heard her stomach rumble. So she set it down and wanderd out of her room.

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Rogue wanderd down the silent coradoors, rubbing the locket between her gloved fingers, as she fell into deep thought. Letting her mind take her away as her feet walked. She pictured a beutifull woman in a long white dress, sitting on a picnic blanket, as she smiled and held her hands out to her, seeing the picnic basket and beer on the cover. Beer? She wasn't thinking of beer.... Was this possably a memory of hers? No, it wasn't.

Rogue shook off the thought and looked at her surroundings. She found herself in the kitchen stairing blankley at the surroundings. The air inside was warm, but not clamy. It was freshend by the open window, running fresh air into the room like a filter.

She looked around the cupbords for some crisps, but couldn't find any, so she climbed on top of the counter, and held on to the shelves with her gloved hand.

Logan walked passed the kitchen, and then stopped a few stepps down, and then stepped backwards as he saw Rogue.

She patted around for a space to cling onto, but lost her balence and fell back clenching her eyes closed, expecting to feel the tabletop on the back of her head. But when she opend her eyes, she found herself draped over Logans arms, like a sheet of cotten. Logan raised his eyebrow as a smile turned his lips.

"Looking for something kid?" Logan said as he stet Rogue down onto her feet.

"Crisps." She said plainley, feeling quite stupid for climbing up there in the first place.

Logan, reached up, without looking, and pulled a bag from the shelf, and handed it to her.

"How did you--"

"I hide em' so the elf don't get em'." He said with a slight smile.

"You like Dorito's?" She said looking at the packet, and then at him with suprise.

"Yea,.....What.....my diet dosent compleatley consist of just beer you know. Even tho it is a big part of it."

"You say 'consist'?" She said again supprised as she sat on a seat at the table.

Logan smiled and turned, walking to the door.

"Arn't ya gonna stay and help me with these?" She said holding up the bag as he turned.

He didn't show it, but Logan was happy of the offer. He always pushes people away, meaning that he's always alone. Like at christmas when he played pool...alone..... instead of staying with the proff and Hank. Mostley, he liked spending time with Rogue, because she wasn't intimidated by him, like everyone els. Sure its great to be feard, but it mean't haveing to stay alone, which he'd gotten used to, but didn't like. Being with Rogue, was like haveing family, and that meant allot, seen as he knew nothing about his own.

He took a seat across from her and took a Dorito from the bag, and they sat in the same comfortable silence that they always did, whenever they were hanging out.

"What was that file you hid from me eirlyer?" He said after a whyl.

"Nuthin'" she said plainley.

"Don't lie to me Rogue."

"God damn it Logan! Caynt you just leave it alone."

"No, cos it's buggin ya.....and it's buggin me cos yer hideing it away."

"Ahm not tellin ya, cos ya'll ull' kill me!"

"What did you do?!" He growled.

Rogue ran her hands over her face in frustration with a growl.

"Its just..........Mystique come to see me today." Logans face turned at the name. "And she gave me the folder........It's" She struggled with the words, trying not to make Logan mad. "Its information on mah mother."

"Ireen?"

"No, not her or Mysique......Mah burth mother." She said as she clutched the locket and looked away.

"Why did she give it to you?"

"She said it was for mah birthday....cos ahm gonna be 18."

"When?"

"Saterday. But don't spread it around cos ah don't wont anyone ta know."

Logan nodded and questioned Mystiques gift in his mind, but didn't say anything, because it looked like she was tearing up inside enough as it was.

"So, can ah stay home tomorrow." Rogue said changeing the subject.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Logan!"

"No!"

"Wha not! Ah won't tell, and the proffeser aint hear so...."

"Yer just tryna get me fired again aint'ya stripes..."

"No. Ah just wonna stay home....please, ahl do anythin like" A smile turned on her lips. " Like clean yer moterbike....or make sure youre bike works bah takein it inta town."

"No."

"Logan please..."

"Alright." He sighed, defeated. "But ya aint takin my bike.....And you put an extra houre in with Scott in the dangeroom tonight."

"Its a deal!" She shouted as she stood up and walked over to Logan, putting her head on his coverd sholder. She huged him slightley and then walked back upto her room as Logan thought 'Damn kids makein me soft!'

Rogue wasn't usually the kind of person to 'hug' a person, but with Logan it was different. She wouldn't admit it, but, she 'loved' Logan, she had the same feeling as he did around her. Family.

(A/N i think thers most definatley spelling mistakes, but i also think that whatever mistakes there are, are easy to read.....hopefull..... sorry, im still working on that spellcheck, but I just wonna get on with the storys.)