4. Alone and Watched

I sat alone in the kitchen un-able to sleep. I always found it strange that I couldn't sleep some nights, where other nights I could. I was never tired after those nights of no rest, which made things even more puzzling. Professor Xavier said it was probably just part of my mutation.

I sighed and took another scoop of ice cream. I remembered that last time I had done this the mansion had been attacked. I had quickly jumped behind the counter as the soldier's gun went off while Logan fought him. I snorted as I looked to the fridge, Logan's claw marks still dented into the metal of the door. After the soldiers had come, all of us had fled as quickly as possible.

I felt like crying as I remembered what my brother had done to me.Mom and Dad wouldn't punish Ronny for what he did. Ronny was their birth child, I was not. Besides, I don't think they really supported mutants anyway.

I had lived such a great life with my family before I became a mutant, even if I had been adopted.

The story was that some kid brought me into the adoption agency wrapped in nothing but pillowcase. The kid told the lady my name was Bobby Grey. My parents names me Robert Grey Drake, but they still called me Bobby, they just thought 'Robert' was more correct.

"Bobby." I looked up startled. Rogue was standing in the door way sleepily.

"What are you doing up Rogue?"

"I had a nightmare, I just need something to drink."

I silently watched Rogue as she poured herself a glass of milk. After Alkali Lake, she and I had broken up.

There wasn't any emotional strain when we made the decision; we just got back to our lives. I guess we weren't as attached to each other at everyone, including us, had thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Rogue asked, turning to me.

"I was thinking about my family...and John. I keep wondering why he torched those police men."

"John wasn't happy. Fire is what made him feel real."

"How would you know this," I asked sullenly. I knew the answer to that question, so she did not answer.

She once explained that when she touched some one she did not only borrow their powers, but also got a glimpse at their memories and feelings.

We sat quietly at the table for about half an hour. Rogue stood up and walked out of the kitchen, without a word said. She had been like that a lot lately. Going quietly off on her own, failing to communicate with any one.

She was sometimes caught talking to no one in particular. This made a few kids nervous, but at a school for mutants, not much could surprise or scare anyone.

I went up to my room and lay down in my bed. I dozed off into a light sleep, still aware of my surroundings. I figured this was better than being alone and awake.

Rogue sat in the window seat in her room, gazing dreamily out at the moon. She listened as the Eric inside her head recited a poem about the moon.

"That was beautiful Eric," she said, when he had finished. "I'd like to be left alone for awhile."

Sweet Dreams Dearest

"Sweet Dreams Eric." Rogue whispered.

Jubilee moaned and rolled over in her sleep. Rogue kept still, but continued to stare out the window.

Something at the edge of the forest moved, and the Logan inside her head alerted her that something or someone was out there.

Rogue shivered and pulled her blanket around her shoulders. She would leave whatever it was alone.

Quietly I sat at the edge of thee forest, the cold wind blowing into my dark clothing. I always got the crappy jobs, but this one sure took the cake.

All I got to do was watch the mansion, seeing how many were awake during the night. I let out an aggravated sigh, knowing I would have to do this every night for the next week.

My fingers itched to flick my lighter open, but I had been given strict orders not too. Magneto told me that I might attract unwanted attention to myself if I dared to light up a flame.

I scanned the windows with my eyes. Bobby's light was on in his room, but it soon flicked off again. I remembered that when I used to share a room with him he would sometimes wake up in the early hours of the morning. A trait I defiantly didn't miss about him.

I looked from window to window and in one I saw a pale face looking out in my direction. My heart skipped a beat and I froze. Peering from behind my bush, I studied the face in the window. It was Rogue.

She was staring out into the night with her haunting brown eyes, not seeming to be focusing on anything in particular.

She looked in my direction for a few minutes, before leaning back in her seat. I watched her for a half an hour, she seemingly had fallen asleep sitting up.

I crept quietly out of the bushes and into the open, hoping to get a better look at her.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she stared calmly at me.

A watched as her lips mouthed the word 'John'.

This made me angry, I was no longer John. 'Pyro' I mouthed back. Rogue just shook her head and leaned back again, closing her eyes. I thought she would have reported me, but she didn't move.

The sun began to slowly rise and I knew it was time to leave. But I would be back again tomorrow night.

The next morning two people stood at the edge of the forest, looking at the mansion.

The first person was a woman. She stood tall, with long black hair and electric blue eyes. She was dressed in many different shade of blue and looked no older than 19. But if you were to stare into her eyes, you would see that looks were deceiving, she had more life experience than many.

Standing closely behind her was a man in his twenties. He too had black hair, but his eyes were not blue, they were red on black.

"What do you think Remy, you gonna come in with me?"

"Remy thinks he will stay here until Mon Cherie sends for him."

The woman nodded and marched confidently out of the bushes and up to the big building. She didn't knock when she reached the front door, but walked right in.

No one was in the entrance, so she headed down the empty halls to the classrooms, it was obvious she had been here before.

Since the doors led to the back of the classroom, no one saw her enter, accept for one boy with blonde hair who turned to face her.

Scott looked up from his desk and smiled broadly when he saw the woman. " Marina!" he called, startling the students. This was the first time he had smiled since Jean had died.

"Hey Scotty boy."

Scott walked up to the woman and embraced her warmly. "Its great to see you 'Rina. Are you looking for the professor?"

" Yes, you know where he is?"

"Down below. You know your way down."

Marina nodded ad waked gracefully out of the room. She went to the nearest elevator and headed to the lower levels of the mansion.

She heard voices coming from a medical lab, so she let herself in.

The professor had already faced the door, a smile on his face, and a handsome man with a grim look standing beside him.

"Ah Marina, it was good of Scott to tell you where I was."

"Hello Professor," said Marina with a grin. She hadn't been around for 4 years yet she was being treated like she had never left. That was so like the Professor.

"This is Logan, also known as Wolverine, he is a newer member of the team. Logan this is Sarah Jane Montgomery, known by all as Marina Ocean."

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