Well, I've started a new fic! Who Knew doesn't really appeal to me anymore…I think it's extremely poorly written. And I think this is better. Heh. Soo…This chapter is kinda angsty. As of yet the coupling is not decided, I don't even know if there will be one.

Disclaimer for the whole fic: I don't own X-men. Satisfied? You've broken my heart! cries

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"Once upon a tahm in a far away land there was a dragon named Lockheed. But one day, Lockheed go' stuffed. Now wah was tha'?" Rogue asked as she held Kitty's precious stuffed dragon in her hands.

"Because…like, dragons are cute and they need to like, be cute little stuffed toys?" Kitty asked meekly.

"No. Wrong answer. Stupid fundahmentahlists like yerself though' it would be cute ta make a stupid stuffed dragon. Well d' ya want ta know what Ah think of it?" Rogue asked with fire in her eyes. Her hands slowly moved to Lockheed's throat and the top of his head. Kitty, being the Valley Girl that she is, responded without thinking.

"Y-yes.." Rogue's eyes shined with malice as she tore the head from Lockheed's body and dropped it to the ground. Kitty cried out and fell to the floor sobbing, holding the fallen body of her precious stuffed animal.

"Now stay outta mah stuff!" Rogue shouted as she stomped out of Kitty's room and into her own. 'It had ta be done.' Rogue thought as she slammed the door to her room, Kitty's sobs still penetrating the thick wood. 'Ah mean, who dose she think she is going through mah wardrobe an' taking out all of tha "Clothes tha' scare li'l kids."' Rogue turned to her fallen wardrobe and saw that in reality only a few articles of clothing were missing, albeit her favorite ones. Rogue fell to her bed and shoved her head under the pillow.

The last few days her psyches have been increasingly difficult to control. After only two weeks of the Apocalypse drama her psyches decided they didn't like being controlled...and that posed a problem for Rogue. A big problem. For you see, having no place to go a certain Acolyte had joined the X-Men and wouldn't stop bothering her. Adding on to the stress of not being able to control her psyches Rogue's temper was on its last strand, which was broken by Kitty. Rogue silently cried as she heard Kitty's sobs and the help that eventually came to her.

"Wah did Ah do tha'?" Rogue asked herself out loud. She hurt Kitty, someone who only tried to make her feel welcomed…Rogue sighed as a disgruntled Scott Summers started banging on her door.

"Rogue! Open up this door right now and explain what you did!" Scott shouted through the door. Rogue rolled her eyes. Scott, ever the grownup.

"Go away!" Rogue shouted. Scott's banging increased, as did her tears. She closed her eyes as the voices inside her head decided it was an ample time to taunt her.

"…he'd never love you.."

"You are such a loser…"

"Like, get a conscious why don't you…"

Hearing all of this at once was too much. Rogue sat up and threw the pillow to the side of the room. The door slammed open and Rogue began to turn.

"Ah said...Go…AWAY!" Rogue screamed as she fully faced Scott Summers. Scott gasped as he saw her tear ridden face.

"Rogue…" He began. Rogue opened her eyes and an optic blast raced out to meet Scott right in the chest, sending him flying through the opened doorway and through Kitty's wall. Rogue closed her eyes and reopened them to see the damage they caused.

"Oh mah gahd…" She whispered as the rest of the X-men began to fill out into the hallway.

"See...all you do is destroy…like he would love you now..."

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That night Rogue had to report to the Professor. Now not only did she have extra training sessions with the Prof. and Logan, but she had to sew the toy back together. 'Ah deserve tha' though…' She thought. She sighed as she sat down on her bed holding the disfigured dragon. "Well, no tahm lahk tha present…" Rogue began to stitch the head back on to the body of the dragon as a knock rang through her room.

"Chere…Gambit thou' ya would like some help wit' dat…" Remy said through the door. Rogue could just see his self satisfied smirk on his cocky face.

"Go away Cajun! Ah don' want or need your help! Now wah don' ya get tha' smirk off your face an' go do somethin' t' help mankahnd, like jumpin' off tha roof!"

"Aww, Chere, dat hurts Remy. Bu' if you want Remy t' go, he'll go..." Rogue sighed as she heard his footsteps receding down the hall. 'Damn Cajun...'

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Soo…what do ya guys think? Review please! Is it written OK? Constructive Criticism wanted!