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Chapter Two- Going Home

Rogue awoke the next morning very sore. She was sore in places that had never been touched during a training session. At least it was Saturday. She could just lay in bed and read, or whatever. No one would really bother her today. They thought she had a cold from falling in a creek in the woods. That is how she explained coming home sopping wet. Why was she late? She went for a walk in the woods after he detention. She forgot about the training session. So Monday she had a one on one with Logan at five thirty if she wasn't still sick. Logan made sure to add that she better not be.

As Rogue headed to the bathroom, she had to fight the urge to take another shower. She had taken an extremely long one last night under scalding water. Even when her skin glowed read from the temperature and her furious scrubbing, she still felt dirty. At any given time she could also feel the rough hands forcing her legs apart…Rogue shook her head furiously. No, she had to get that out of her head. By now she had made it to the bathroom and was staring at herself in the mirror. Pale skin with dark circles that were not make-up stared back at her. She suddenly sneezed. How funny, she actually did have a cold. Considering yesterday, it wasn't that unexpected.

After many minutes of crying, Rogue found herself unable to cry any longer. She could barely feel her fingers and toes and her face had become raw. She stood up and gathered her clothes. They had been torn pretty badly, but she had decorative safety pins from her outfit that helped hold parts together. Over that, she put on her trench since it was still in one piece. She had taken it off for the fight. Then she started walking home. What else could she do? Before she reached the institute she had to walk through a busy part of town. People stared at her as she walked and she knew they knew what happened. They knew she had been touched…used…invaded. How could they not? It was so obvious. Lost in thought she didn't see the older women that she nearly knocked flat.

"I'm sorry," Rogue apologized quickly

"It's fine honey," the women kindly replied. "Are you alright sweetheart? You look sick. Do you need a ride home?"

Rogue didn't understand why she was asking those questions. Of course she wasn't all right. She had just gotten…she didn't want to think the word. "I look sick?" she thought in confusion, "of course I do." Is she just making fun of me? Why is she doing that? Unless- no, that couldn't be it. Could it? Maybe, the women didn't know what happened to her. But how could that be? No, she wasn't there, but still, it was so obvious. The grime was all over her. It stank and burned. But only to her. It was invisible. Now Rogue understood; this woman didn't know. None of them knew. They were staring because she looked sick or disgruntled. They didn't know. And they didn't have to ever know, Rogue realized.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you for the offer," Rogue replied with a fake smile

"Okay honey, you be careful now," the woman said, seemingly reluctant to leave the young adult on her own.

Rogue nodded and continued walking. When she walked past a pharmacy she stopped. In theory her powers would stop her from having a child, but it had never been tested. She had to do something to make sure. A baby? She would die, absolutely die. It just wasn't an option. Inside the store, Rogue went straight to the woman in the back and asked for the day after pill. The smiling Pharmacist started to say that she needed a doctor's prescription but stopped at the look on Rogue's face.

"What happened sweetie?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"It was my boyfriend and ah. We...umm.were doing stuff and the condom broke," she stated turning a little red. All and all, it was wishful thinking. "My parents would kill us if they found out. I'm on the honor roll and stuff. I can't go to the doctor. I'm only 17 and my mother would find out." Would the pharmacist buy it? It sounded so fake to Rogue. It was just so wrong, so far from true. She would never believe it.

"I understand sweetie. Tell you what, I'm going to give you the pills, but don't tell anyone about this okay? I could get into big trouble. Truth is we always have extras just in case. They don't always get on inventory," the woman said quietly handing her the foil package, "Take them both at once, as soon as possible."

Rogue nodded in understanding. As she left the story she opened the package and swallowed them, water-less. They tasted horrible, but it was necessary. She was somewhat amazed as she exited. The woman believed her. She didn't know. No one knew. No one could see her humiliation and shame or weak she was. No one would confirm what she already knew- that it was all her fault.

Rogue was back outside now and on her way home again. What would she tell the institute? She couldn't lie to them. Logan would smell Sabertooth all over her. He would get so angry. That is what Sabertooth was counting on of course. Then there would be the looks. Could she stand everyone's pity? Wait, she already had it. But there would be so much more now. Pity and therapy. Counseling and sympathetic looks. No, she couldn't stand it. What would she do? If only there was some way they didn't know… some way they didn't have to find out.

Could she just not tell them? Could it be that easy? No, not with two telepaths and Wolverine. It was just not feasible. However, Rogue had mental shields now. She never wanted to be messed with again after apocalypse. She could just put up her shields and lie. But she still smelled like Sabertooth. Logan would smell her on the friggin' driveway. There was no way she would make it up to the shower without his knowledge.

Rogue had reached the edge of the mansion property at this point. She looked up the long driveway as if she expected her solution to come barreling down it. No such luck. There was a chance she could go in the back and not been seen, assuming she wasn't taken down by the security system of course. All she had to do was follow the street until she passed a deep creek and follow it up the property. It led straight to the backyard. Then it her. The creek. How simple and obvious. Dogs couldn't follow prey that went through rivers. Water stopped smell.

Rogue raced down the road to the creek. It was shallow here, but got pretty deep farther into the property. She reached a spot where it was halfway to her knees. She removed her boots and tentatively put a foot in. Freezing was an understatement in describing the temperature of the water. It was like a thousand pins being shoved into her foot. If she wanted no detection, she would have to submerge her entire body fully and completely. Even the smallest trace would be detected. It had to be done. Rogue went to take of her other boot and coat but paused suddenly. What would she say, that as she fell in her coat and shoes magically came off? Not to mention they would smell too. No, they had to stay on.

She slowly dipped a foot in and grimaced when it reached a point where water started to leak in. She continued to dip her leg in, pulling it out each second in cold shock. Three minutes later, one knee wasn't even in. This method would take an hour to complete. Rogue had to bite the bullet and just go in.

She took a deep breath and step in, nearly crying out. It hurt so much. For no purpose but fear, Rogue closed her eyes as she laid her entire body in the water. Before her own body forced her out of the creek, she put her head under. She stayed under like that for about a minute, moving about to make sure there was no smell left.

Getting out of the water was worse then being in, Rogue found out. The needles that had been piercing her skin were now knives digging into her. Oh, to just stop moving right now. To just lie down and never get up again would be bliss. Rogue couldn't do that of course. Instead she dragged herself to the back door and entered the building.

The questions where a blur now. There were many from various sources. There were concerned ones, confused ones, and suspicious ones. To all she explained how she had gone for a walk after he detention because she felt like it. She had fallen into the creek on the way in. Sometimes people just get really lost in thought. Yeah, she had forgotten about the session. Yes not telling anyone was irresponsible. Yes she was sorry. Yeah, she didn't feel so well and would like to lie down after a hot shower. Even with a towel around her, she was freezing. She didn't want to take her jacket off; her clothes had gotten ripped in the fall. Rogue was proud of that response; it was completely on the spot.

She turned the shower scalding hot. Maybe Rogue hoped that she could burn away the skin that betrayed her so. It didn't really, but it sure felt like it could. IT wasn't enough though so she picked up the washcloth and started scrubbing as well. She scrubbed until it felt like there was no skin left. Then she collapsed in tub. Sitting under the head pouring still hot water over her head, she thought about her situation.

The horrible irony of the situation was that Sabertooth hadn't taken her for a simple rape. As he told her, if he wanted sex, he would have chosen a prettier girl. Her only use was that she was close to Wolverine. She was only a tool in revenge. Look at that, used again. She was worthless as a human being. Her existence was only to help others in their ambitions. Her mother had used her; Gambit had used her, and now so had Sabertooth. All he wanted was to make Wolverine angry, to hurt him by hurting her. There lay the silver lining. Wolverine would never know. Rogue actually gave a bitter laugh. She would never tell Logan. Sabertooth failed. He wouldn't hurt Logan, because he would never know. It was brilliant. It was perfect. Rogue won. It was that simple. She won, she won, she won. She had the power in the situation and she won. What an empty victory it was.


A/N

There is the second installment.

The third might be a little bit because I am graduationg high school today, but I will try.

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