A/N: Cookies to whoever can guess where I got the idea for the first scene! And a really odd look to whoever doesn't know.

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"James." Rogue whispered softly afraid to touch his bare shoulder with her bare hands. He shimmered in sweat, his face scrunched up in fear caused by whatever nightmare plaguing his mind. "James." She whispered again and suddenly his eyes snapped open.

A sudden sense of deja vue swept over Rogue as James lurched forward, claws sinking into her chest like it was nothing.

James' eyes widened in horror, "Marie!" He gasped retracting his claws.

Blood poured through the three holes in her light green nightshirt, her hand reached forward touching James' face.

It was the first time he had actually felt her bare skin against his for this long. Fear clutched at his stomach, and then suddenly his face started to go numb. At first it was only where her fingertips touched his bare skin. But then it began to spread, over his whole face, down his neck, across his chest and back, arms, fingers, legs, and toes. It didn't hurt, or burn, but coldness began to take over canceling out the numbness. Even during all of this he noticed the blood slowing and the gashes healing and thought, 'She'll never forgive me…'

Rogue flinched back pulling her hand away from James' face and watched as he slumped forward falling from the bed.

"Logan!" She cried out dropping down to his side as he convulsed, his eyes rolled back into his head, "Oh my God, Logan!" Her head pounded and her vision wavered with all of the new memories that had been forced in. The situation before her wasn't exactly helping any either. Quickly she grabbed the sheet from the floor covering James' shoulders with it as she rolled him over onto his back and held him down.

After what seemed like forever he stilled, his breathing slowly returned to normal and his eyes closed. Rogue carefully covered the rest of his torso and legs with the sheet, before leaning back on her heels and allowing herself to cry. She had had no idea of all the things that were going through James' head. And now all the memories, some that couldn't possibly have been his, raced through her mind in one gigantic migraine. And that didn't even include his mutations she absorbed as well.

"Marie?" James breathed softly, if it wasn't for her sensitive hearing at that moment she would have missed it, "I'm sorry…"

She rocked forward dropping to her knees and hesitantly touched his sheet covered shoulder, "No…" She shook her head, "No, I'm sorry, Logan… It's not yer fault, ya didn't know I was there." Her voice had taken up a bit of his accent as well she noted absently.

James tilted his head her way and smiled weakly before passing out again.

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Wooden floors only warm because of your body heat are not the best thing to wake up on, especially with a hangover like feeling sweeping over you swift and hard. I scrambled to my feet and just made it to the toilet before I promptly threw up whatever was left of dinner last night.

Not a great way to start the day that's for sure.

As I sat there on the floor, my forehead resting on the (thank God) freshly cleaned toilet seat, Rogue walked in and knelt down next to me. She was already fully dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black hoody, and black gloves. I tilted my head towards her not lifting it from the coolness of the seat, despite my shivering form, and smiled weakly at her.

"You okay?" She asked softly reaching around me to flush the toilet and then rub my back soothingly, like my mother used to do when I was sick… that was so long ago.

I lifted my head and stood up turning on the sink, "Yea," I grunted, my voice raspy. I waited for the water to clear up before dunking my head under the spray and rinsed my mouth a few times. When I stood back up Rogue handed me a towel with a hesitant smile. I wiped my mouth and tossed the towel onto the counter before moving past her into the bedroom where I searched the floor for my clothes, since I was only in my boxers. Finding my blue jeans and black T-shirt, I quickly pulled them on and turned finding Rogue still standing in the doorway.

She stepped forward her hands fisted at her sides, "I'm sorry." Her voice was low and uneasy, like she was just waiting for me to snap or something, "I didn't mean ta touch ya last night, or scare ya. Ya just… just…"

"Marie," I cut her off, damn it, it's my fault that any of this happened anyways, "It's not yer fault." She stared at me with large green eyes, "It's not yer fault."

"Her name," She said suddenly changing topics, "Was Rose Marie…"

I stared at her for a long moment, "What?" A chill went up my spine as she approached me staring me dead in the eye.

"Her name was Rose Marie," She said slower in a much more hushed voice, "And she was my mother."

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A/N: Dear God can this story get any weirder? Yes maybe…

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