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"After Liberty Island everything was normal for a while, except for the attraction my new highlights caused. A few people were going on about how I was trying to be a martyr for the mutant race or some crap like that, but I just ignored them. Then after a while Logan came back, then that night the mansion was invaded by soldiers, we got out and ended up at Alkali Lake, there Jean died trying to get the jet off the ground. And they've all been blaming me because I was the last one to fly the thing. I just couldn't stand it anymore so I went to Irene, hoping she knew where you were. She did, and that's that." Popping a lemon sherbet in her mouth Rogue ended her story with a cheeky grin and a shrug. She was sitting in Pietro's lap, her head resting on his shoulder and her legs spread over Fred's lap with a selection of sweets resting on them. The other boys were spread over the floor, helping themselves from bowls of crisps and candy.

"Why didn't you come back as soon as you got the psyches back behind the walls?" Todd asked her, looking a little hurt at her supposed desertion, he was a few weeks older that her and they had always been the baby brother and sister. "I had all of the old voices trapped behind the walls, but then there was Magneto and Logan to deal with, and my skin was out of control again. I wanted to get all of it under control before I came back, I would have come sooner but I didn't think you wanted me after I left you." Tears filled her eyes at that, she didn't want to act like this but she had missed them so much. Instead of replying they all piled on top of her, pulling her into a hug, all scolding her for being stupid enough to think that. Suddenly Pietro zipped out from under the group, causing them all to collapse on top of each other. "Letsgoclubbing." He blurred, jumping up and down, everyone stared at him in confusion, except Rogue. "Piet we can't I don't have anything to ,what'dyousay?" During the exchange the other boys had been turning their eyes from one to the other, like they were watching a tennis match. When Pietro grabbed Rogue's hand and pulled her out of the pile of bodies they all collapsed further into the rickety sofa. They all turned their heads in unison to watch as they ran into Pietro's bedroom and all winced at the sound of something falling over. After a few minutes Pietro came running out again dressed in torso-hugging silver shirt and skin-tight black leather trousers, and stood before them, tapping his foot so fast it just looked like a blur. "Whatareyoulotdoingsittingthere,comeongetchanged."

"Huh?"

"Get. Up. Get. Changed. We're. Going. Clubbing." He said with pronounced enunciation. When none of them moved he decided to try yelling, "MOVE!!" They scarpered, each running to their bedrooms and slamming the doors.

Twenty minutes later four very impatient and well dressed teenage boys were standing in the hallway waiting for their newly returned sister. "What is taking her so long yo?" Todd whined, leaning against the wall dressed in grey corduroys and a green button up shirt. Fred nodded in agreement, dressed in an outfit identical to Todd except the shirt was a black and the trousers were a slightly darker grey. "Rogue will you hurry up!" Lance yelled down the hall, he was wearing black trousers and a white muscle shirt. They all looked up at the sound of a Pietro's door opening and closing, and jaws dropped at the sight before them. Rogue was standing there in a red leather mini shirt and a black silk top that fell just below her breasts, it was moulded to her body and the neck was scooped down to the hem of the shirt, the sleeves went down to her fingertips and were extremely wide at the ends. Coupled with thigh high black leather boots she looked devastatingly gorgeous.

Sensing what her brothers were thinking she grabbed her duster and bustled them out of the door. "Come on boys, let's go. I am going to dance the night away. I haven't been to a club in two years." She didn't give them a chance to force her to change, that was the really annoying thing about these boys, they were insanely protective and didn't like her wearing anything revealing, God knows why, they were the ones who brought her this outfit.

"I've got her scent, but I don't get why Marie would be in a neighbourhood like this." Logan looked at the three following him, eyebrows raised in questioning. Storm nodded in agreement, Scott looked thoughtful, "Irene said that Marie didn't really exist, or that if she did it was just a small part of Rogue. I've got a feeling that Rogue had been through a lot we don't know about." Kurt looked away from a window he had been studying and timidly made a suggestion. "Vhy don't ve find Vogue and ask her what is going on?" Ororo nodded in agreement and the group moved on, looking very out of place in that part of town.

The scent led them to a club called Aria; the queue for the entrance reached round a few streets and music was pounding out of open windows. Logan looked a little ill at the myriad of scents surrounding him. They looked at each other and simultaneously headed round to look for a back door. At the far edge of the building they came across a solid metal door with a huge bouncer blocking it, before anyone could stop him Logan rushed him and slammed his head against the door several times, knocking him out cold.

Cocking an eyebrow at Scott's disapproving look he wrenched the door open and they headed inside. Storm jumped and leaned into Kurt when a body fell over a balcony above them, Kurt looked on in wonder as the person stood and swore at the people laughing on the balcony. Everyone surrounding them was different to anything Ororo had seen. She had grown up in Kenya, and then moved to a rich mansion; occasionally she had entered the poorer parts of big cities like New York, but never into a place like this, everybody had died hair, multiple piercings or tattoos, if not all of them.

Logan shouldered his way through the crowds and the other X-Men followed in his wake. "HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FIND HER IN THIS MESS?" Scott shouted over the din, even with his enhanced hearing Logan had a hard time making out the words. Stopping he turned to Scott and shouted that they were going to go up the balcony, "HER HAIR'S UNUSUAL, MIGHT BE ABLE TO FIND IT." They headed up and once they had shoved their way through to the railing they scanned the crowds, looking for that distinctive streak of white hair. The strobe lights were confusing Logan's sensitive vision, making it harder for him than it was for the others. Suddenly Kurt cried out and swung his arm over the balcony, following his pointing finger they could see all they could see was a crowded table, then one of the dancers at the edge turned and walked to the table and they saw the brown hair with the white streaks. That was all they could see, but it was definitely their Rogue, as one they turned and fought their way down to that table.

"Come on guys, one of you has to dance." Rogue pouted, giving them her most powerful puppy eyes, a look none of them could resist. "I've been away from you for ages and I want to dance." Apparently time had made them more resistant to pleading expressions, seeing a hand move she grabbed it and pulled Lance onto the dance floor with her. "Rogue, I don't dance." He tried to walk off the floor but she grabbed him and pulled him up flush against her. The music changed to a fast sultry beat and she started dancing, "Lance, stop being a jerk and dance with me." Giving up he wrapped an arm around her waist and they started to get back into their old rhythms. These two had always been exceptionally close, as they all were, but although they called each other brother and sister, there was something else. Whenever the five of them had gone clubbing they had always danced closer and sexier than Rogue ever did with the other boys. Wrapping her arms round his neck she whispered in his ear, "I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder." She leaned her hips forward and he grimaced at what she had pointed out. Laughing she flicked her tongue over his ear as he pulled her even closer and their arms and legs twined around each other, hands slid up and down each other and they were just leaning into kiss each other when a large hand descended on Rogue shoulder and pulled her away. Startled, with her face flushed Rogue looked up into the furious face of the Wolverine and the rest of the X-men standing behind him. Growling Logan grabbed her wrist and pulled her out, still dazed from the dance was dragged outside followed by Storm; Lance was stopped by Scott who shoved him over on the ground and followed the other three, followed by Kurt. Dazed Lance just lay there for a few seconds before jumping up and running to tell the guys what had happened.

Outside Rogue shook off her daze of lust and pulled her hand out of Logan's grip, when he turned, growling and attempting to recapture her hand she slapped him. Spinning on her heel when Storm grabbed at her she grabbed the questing hand and threw the weather-witch into a pile of trash bags. When the other two came out and saw the scene before them and rushed to help Storm. Seeing the glares aimed at her Rogue let fly. "What the hell do you think you're doing, grabbing me out of there. I was having fun for the first time in years, how dare you interrupt." When Scott moved towards her she flicked her hands and they all froze, another flick and their heads unfroze. Mouths opened and closed like fish as they tried to figure out what she had done and how. At that point the earth shook as Lance came into the alley, followed by Pietro, Todd and Fred. They headed over to Rogue, quietly asking if she was all right, then they all stared at the four frozen X-Men, a frightening sight if the only thing you can move is your head. "Rogue, what's going on yo?" Todd asked from where he was crouched on the floor.

"That's a very good question?" raising her eyebrow she turned back to the X-men. "A very good question."

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