DISCLAIMER: I don't own the x-men. I sent a letter to Marvel offering to buy them, but evidently I dont have enough money. Oh well.

The blinding flash covered the whole room, before retreating within itself and imploding, leaving the room once again in semi-darkness. Marie looked around, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Last she could remember, she had been running a diagnostic on a piece of Shi-ar technology that has been found on their last mission. She walked over to the exam table where she had placed the small oblong object. It was empty. As she walked around the lab, searching for it, as well as the adamantium case which held the rest of the recovered technology, she realized something was wrong. The lab was set up the same, but its contents were different. Deciding that her mind was just playing tricks on her, that she simply needed to get more sleep, she walked into her office, stripping off her lab coat to hang it on its hook next to the door. She was surprised to find the hook already occupied by a much larger lab coat. She was even more surprised to find a huge, blue furry creature asleep in her chair, with its feet up on her desk. Once the initial shock wore off, she walked over to get her sweater and gloves out of the desk drawer. She opened it up and found only files. Files which she knew did not belong to her. They were in her uncle's handwriting. She remembered putting the files in the filing room, with the rest of his research two years before, when she had moved into this office. She straightened herself up and decided to ask the only person who could possibly know where her belongings were. Waking the gigantic man up was a tricky thing to do. Very few people knew exactly how. Marie prided herself on having been the first to discover the one and only surefire method in doing it. Lifting herself in the air, she crossed back to the front of the desk. Raising her index finger menacingly, she prepared to attack. With a grin that people said she learned from her father, she tickled the large fuzz ball mercilessly until he rolled over and off of the chair, leaping back up to face Marie, who was laughing hysterically. Hank looked angry, but his face softened as he recognized her.

"Rogue? What are you doing down here?"

"It's not Rogue, stupid. It's me."

His face changed again, taking on both anger and confusion.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

And usually, he took her jokes so well.

"Huh? Uncle Hank... it's me, Marie."

"I don't know any Marie's, and I'm certain that I am not your uncle."

"Of course you aren't my uncle, but I've always called you that. As long as I can remember."

"How did you get in here?"

"Merde. What's up with all of the questions?! I used my card!"

She held up the magnetic key card that she used to get into the lab. Hank grabbed it from her hand and examined it.

"I've never seen this before either."

"Uncle Hank... are you feeling alright?"

She reached out to feel his forehead, but he leapt out of the way and landed across the room, taking a defensive stance.

"Whoever you are, you are trespassing. And you will find that we do not deal with trespassers very well here."

"Trespassing? Me? I've lived here my entire life. From the day I was born!"

"I'm afraid that is impossible. You're coming with me now."

He stepped forward, looking more menacing than Marie had ever seen him, and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of the office. She wasn't going to have any of it though. He hadn't been able to force her to go anywhere since she was young, and she wasn't about to let him start now. She planted herself firmly on the ground, refusing to budge. She knew that she was being childish, but then again, so was he. And he was much older than she was. She grabbed the doorframe, knowing (from experience) that the wall itself would have to move before she did. She checked the door to make sure that she had grabbed it somewhere other than the weakened patch where she had last torn it, and was shocked to see that the wall was whole. There was no evidence of it ever having been ripped in the first place. She gasped as she let go, allowing Beast to pull her out of the lab and towards the elevator.

"Uncle Hank, something's not right."

"How perceptive."

"What's happened?"

He turned her to face him and started to growl a response that she had only believed Logan was capable of.

"Listen, missy, I don't know who you thi—"

He stopped midsentence as he noticed her eyes. Eyes that he had seen only one other place before. As he began to realize exactly who she was (genetically, at least), he let go of her arm.

"My goodness..."

A/N: I have no idea why this is in bold ... meh. Leave me some reviews, Maybe I'll keep going with this.