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A/N: OMG! I am so sorry. Time is in no way a friend of mine. I am really sorry for the wait! Woot, that was a weird chapter. Sorry about the cliffhanger, really, I am. That ending just worked out the way it did. Please don't hate me! Please? Oh also, I revised quite a few earlier chapters to make the storyline flow a bit better and not make it seem so jumpy.

Gwen's world had been shattered in an instant. The feeling of euphoria had run off as if it had been frightened by something. Her hip, arm and head were aching like mad. Her 'new life', as Bea had called it, was not going as well as she had hoped, or planned. Nothing was going the way she had in mind, not that she really had expected it to get any better. Staring at the ceiling, Gwen recalled how happy she had felt. She sighed, "It was all a lie. I could never be that happy. Ever."

Physically, she was fine, aside from the aches and pains. Dr. Grey said that she most likely fainted due to stress and a (very) heavy mind. The only thing she could remember was the feeling that she had finally found her salvation, but now it was gone, only to be a memory that would never leave her as long as she was living. It pained her to remember how good she had felt, the bliss she had finally found, only to be swept away. She had strained several times during the day to forcibly bring back that feeling, but it was hard, and made her head hurt even more. She had felt a little better when a rather shaky Rogue had been in to see her. Gwen apologized for scaring Rogue, who said that it had been nothing, though she knew better.

The day had been a long one, filled with much physical pain and mental frustrations. She was lying on her bed, staring at the paneled ceiling, as darkness engulfed the school and the world surrounding it. A dim light from one of the girls' lamps cast shadows across the room. She'd had little sleep and was having trouble finding more, though it didn't help that there were some strange noises, copious in number, coming from another room. She was not the only one in the room wide awake. Rogue was on her side, clearly awake. Gwen only assumed that it was for the same reason - those blasted noises. They were getting louder, and more annoying, by the minute. Gwen rolled over to her good side and closed her eyes, silently wanting to chop off the head of the supplier of the infernal racket.

Rogue suddenly sat up in bed, a worried look on her face. She did not notice that Gwen was still awake. Rogue looked at the wall behind her, the wall from which the sounds were emanating. She stood and shuffled out of the room, heading in the direction of the noise. Gwen propped herself up on her elbow, wondering what the hell Rogue was doing. She hoped Rogue was not beating her to a beheading. Gwen debated whether or not to follow Gwen, though she did not have enough will to get out of bed. She plopped down on her pillow, closing her eyes.

A pair of screams pierced the night. Gwen shot up, switching her lamp on. The cries had come from the next room, the room she assumed Rogue was in. Gwen moved her ear to the wall, listening for anything else. She figured that whoever was in the other room was suffering from some sort of nightmare, and startled Rogue enough to scream.

"SOMEBODY HELP!"

Gwen darted out of bed and ran out of the room as her dorm-mates were roused from their deep sleep. Gwen didn't make it through the doorway of the other room. The sight before her was not one that she had been expecting - Rogue was standing before a man Gwen had not seen before. There were three huge gashes in her back.

Gwen watched as Rogue raised her hand to the man's face and gently touched it. Instantly, age lines appeared on his face as he gasped in pain. As she touched him, Rogue's open wounds began to slowly heal. Some more students began to gather around the door watching in both fear and amazement, unable to move.

"What happened?" someone asked.

"Did anyone see?"

No one answered. No one said anything. Jubilee and Franka were standing behind Gwen, their jaws dropped. Rogue's wounds were growing smaller by the secound, and no one understood how. Scott Summers and Jean Grey burst through the crowd and entered the room, closely followed by Storm.

Rogue broke her connection with the man, who fell to the floor.

Dr. Grey ran towards the man; "Scott, grab a pillow."

Rogue turned to Storm, tears beginning to come to her eyes, "It was an accident." Storm clearly had no idea of how to respond. Rogue left the room, everyone jumping back as if she was a carrier of the bubonic plague. "Ice-boy" Bobby watched Rogue go through the darkened hallways with a sort of longing look in his eyes, like he wanted to console her but was too chicken to do so. Gwen was the first to break from the crowd. She ran into her dorm, grabbed something hastily and then sprinted down the hall after Rogue.

"Rogue!" Gwen called after her.

"Leave me alone."

"Hey, hold up."

"I'm not in the mood to talk right now." Rogue replied coolly, turning to face Gwen.

"Who ever said I was here to talk?" Gwen replied. Rogue looked at her, confused. Gwen held out her hand. Rogue looked down and found her long, brown gloves laying on Gwen's outstretched palm; "I thought you might want these."

"Thank you." Rogue took the gloves, making sure to avoid skin contact. She seemed to be sincerely touched by Gwen's consideration.

Gwen did not respond. She started to back away, but stopped. She looked to Rogue, who was running her gloves between her fingers; "If you want to talk to someone, I'm here. I'll listen."

Rogue didn't say anything. She just looked at Gwen as a tear slid down her cheek.

"Hey, if you want to be alone just say so. I understand." Gwen said. She waited for a moment, and then backed away. She walked down the hall, leaving Rogue behind in the dark.

"Wait." Rogue said. Gwen stopped mid-step and turned around; "Stay. Please."

Gwen walked over to her, and nodded. Rogue's tears began to flow down her cheeks. Gwen put her arms around Rogue in comfort, careful to avoid any skin contact. It didn't matter how long it took, Gwen would listen to everything Rogue had to say, and even some things she didn't.

Scott Summers watched Gwen from the doorway to the bedroom. The students had been sent to their rooms, much to their annoyance. Storm had returned to her room, as well. Jean was inside tending to the rather weak and dazed Logan. Jean had been right - there was something that was so familiar about Gwen, though he couldn't tell what it was. He had her in one of his classes, but had not spoken to her for an extended period of time. He too, felt as if he had met her before, even though he had not.

"Scott?" The professor rolled up next to him. He followed Scott's eyes down the hall, where they fell on Gwen who was sitting against the wall, just listening to Rogue. Scott looked down to the professor, "Who is she?"

The professor did not meet Scott's gaze, he just simply looked at Gwen; "She is a girl who needs to be found."

"Do you think that she could be . . . ?"

"I don't know."

"Are you telling me to figure it out for myself?"

"Certainly seems like a logical course of action, doesn't it?"

Just then the door opened and Jean walked out; "He's stable. He'll be fine."

Xavier went into the room, and Jean closed the door after him. She, too, followed Scott's look down the hall.

"Do you understand what I meant now?" she asked.

Scott nodded.

"She kind of resembles - "

"Jean. Don't."

"Scott, we are going to have to confront this sometime."

"It's been so long. What if it isn't her?"

"How couldn't it be? We both feel like we know her, and don't know how or why. What other explanation is there, Scott?"

Scott sighed, Jean was right; "Give it some time, Jean."

"I have, Scott. I've given it sixteen years of my life!"

Scott put his arm around Jean's shoulders, "Shh. Now is not the time to do anything about it. Let's get some sleep."

"Shouldn't we - "

"Just leave it. We'll talk in the morning."

Jean walked down the hall, knowing somehow that they would never get the chance to talk - something very bad was about to happen, she could feel it.

Another A/N: Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! You guys rock immensely.

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Lily - Were you actually asking me to change the character's name in the middle of the story? Hmm, I've never had a request like that before. Anyway, Gwen is not her real name. Her name really is Jade, I mentioned that in one of the earlier chapters . . . Just as a reassurance, I will not be using the name Gwen throughout the whole fic.Remus is Mine - Don't you hate it? Absolutely terrible. Sorry about the late update, I hope you liked it!

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