Chapter six : Unexpected visitor.

Logan stured in his bed. Another nightmare plagued his dreams, causing him to grow breathless and uneasey as he moved around on his pillow, before wakeing up with a gasp, he shot up straight in the darkness. He looked to the clock, 3am, and then acrubbed his hair in frustration, 'Damn dreams, never give me a minuets peice!' He thought as he took in a deep breath and brought his hand to his neck, glanceing at a movemeant in a darkend corner of his room.

He instantley jumped and fell backwards out of his bed with a large thud and growl. He stood up and leaned his hands on the bed as he caught his breth.

"Crist stripes!! What are ya doin in my room!" He yelled quietley as he looked up towards a scarred looking Rogue who sat on a chair with her knees hugged tight to her chest as she shaked.

"Ahm sorry Logan, ah just.......ahl leave." She said as she put her bear feet onto the wooden floor with her pajamas brushing against her toes, ahe walked passed logan who roled his eyes.

"Whats up kid?"

"Ah just couldnt sleep ah guess." She shrugged as she walked back to Logan's bed and sat on it with her legs pulled up. There was a silence that lasted a why'll before Rogue spoke.

"Do you have any kids Logan?" She said hearing a chuckle as Logan stood with his arms folded over his chest and an eyebrow raised.

"Nope." He chuckled again. "Why?"

"Cos ah recon you'd be a good parent." She said quietley as the shakeing began again.

Logan looked to her, noticeing something was obviousley wrong. She never wen't to his room. Never unless she was terrafied of something, which had onley ever happend twice before, the first time being when she had lost controle of her powers, and the second being that dream that shook her up for weeks afterwards, but then he was in her room. He grew concerned, why was she interested in parents all of a sudden? It must have been the fact that she'd been learning more about her own. Either way it made him concerned.

Logan sat next to Rogue, and she leaned her head on his arm, protected with her hair. He could feel her shivering, so he picked up a cover and wraped it round her.

"Whats wrong stripes?" He said softley.

"Ahm scared Logan." She said as Logan pulled his feet up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Rogue shifted over and lay down beside him, useing his chest as a pillow.

"What of?" He replied, slightley on edge with the closness, it made him more concerned. Since when was the Rogue so scared that it made her insicure?

"Ah cayn't figure out wha Mystique keeps cummin to me and talking to me. Ah caynt fihnd a motive.........and its scaring me ta death, cause ah wont be prepaired if she tries anythin."

Logan smelled the salt from a tear that slipped out of her eye as she wraped her arms around his chest and held on tightley.

This realy wasn't her, not like her at all.

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Rogue grogiley walked through the empty coradoors. It was 5am and she had just woken up in Logans room, and was quite confused about her surroundings at first. But when she got her bearings, she decided to go back to her own room, her heart feeling, for some strange reason, heavy and frigile. 'Why can't the other adults be like Logan, so helpfull and compleatley strait with you, not treating you like you don't understand anything. Unlike Ororo and Hank, and the proffeser who just patrinise you.' She thought as she opend her door to see Kitty sitting on HER bed reading through her things.

"What the hell!" Rogue shouted at Kitty, who dropped the birth cirtificate and news article that she had printed out. She walked over and snatched back the papers with a snap.

"Wow, like calm down Rogue....... Youre so morbid y'know." She giggled. "Like, why are you collecting clippings of dead people and thair missing Kids?" She said as if it was all a joke.

"You have NO right ta go thrrough mah things Kitty!"

"Don't blow a fuse god.......Why are you so uptite its pathetic."

"Its about mah mother and sister you idiot!!" Rogue imediatley gasped and coverd her mouth, mentally kicking her self for being so stupid and letting it all slip.

Kittys smile dropped and she blinked a few times as her cheeks began to glow scarlet.

"Oh.......... Rogue, Im like totly sorry......"

"Whatever kitty." Rogue growled quietley as she picked up her files and walked out of her room, and down to the kitchen. 'What the hell was she doin up so early. what the hell was she doing routin through mah things!' She thought as she slapped the thin files onto the table top, and turned to a cupbard, pulling out a box of serial, and pouring it into a bowl.

She put the box back into the cupboard and brought the bowl back to the table, withought a spoon or milk. She looked at the newspaper article as she poped small pieces of the sugary serial into her mouth and crunched down. Her eyes flickerd to the pickture in the article, it was Stephaney. The same school picture, in black and white, as the coloure one that she had.

The article was a front page story. "Young woman found Knifed to death in an ally at the back of her home." The story continues in amaller print. "The body was that of Stephaney Whyet, from culdicott county (A/N:however you spell it), Mississippi, who appeard to be takeing out the trash around 10pm on thursday night, when a gang of people saw three men surround her as she fell to the ground. The witnesses said thay did not rcognise any of the men, but Mrs Whyet seemed like she knew them somehow. Mrs Whyet, devorced, left behind a 4 year old daughter, Marie Whyet."

Rogue didn't read on anymore, she had read enough. She closed her eyes and tried to push back the images of her mother being attacked when she was just doing her chors, but the ache in her throught and eyes wouldn't cease. They came back over and over again digging at Rogues emotions, makeing her show them, show that she had them, show that she could cry. But she was confused, how was she so upset when she hardley knew the woman?

Rogue then scanned the picture of Teren, she looked so young, but her eyes held a secret, Of what tho she wasn't sure. Teren, in the picture, had long, shiney black hair, this was styled in the same way as Stephaney's in the scool picture. Teren had the same bright green eyes, and pale complection as Rogue, with a mischivous look about her.

Where had she dissapeard to so long ago? So many questions, buzzing through Rogues head, it made her dizzey for sleep. She snapped closed the file, tucking everything safley inside as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen, and agin to her room, where Kitty no-longer hoverd. 'It's unnatural for someone to be up so eirly, how could Kitty do it?' Rogue put her files into her top draw and closed it, locking it and clipping the key onto her clove before slipping into bed and pulling over the soft, fresh sheets, with the cotten caressing the exposed skin on her feet, she didn't go to sleep though. She p[lanned on going out around 6:30, so she had half an hour.