I'm watching the small girl in the center of the bed quietly, considering her responses to my questions. I have always known that hers is a difficult mutation. The power of simple touch is very strong. To be without that ability, such a basic need for all of us. I shudder slightly. It's then that I notice she's looking around.

"He's not here." She whispers. "Not here either." She grins, and I notice her eyes are green. "They left her alone!"

"We are not alone." I say carefully.

Her eyes meet mine. "Ororo Munroe. How quaint." She whispers.

Professor. Carol Danvers is controlling Rogue. I call out quickly.

Be careful, I'm sending in the Beast and the Wolverine. Catch her off balance if you can, to my knowledge she still finds Rogue's body awkward.

Yes professor. "I want to talk to Rogue." I attempt, even as she rises off the bed gracefully.

"Rogue's not he-ere." She chants mockingly. "She's hiding."

I stand quickly. "I want to talk to Rogue!" I shout. "Rogue, I know you're in there! You need to hurry. Logan is on his way."

Her eyes narrow. "That was stupid." She clips, flying at me. I duck, and she slams into the wall of the room.

"Marie!" Logan's voice sounds from the hall.

She launches into the air, and her head turns to face the door. "Marie's not here Wolverine! Go away!"

I clench my fists. "Don't make me do this to her!" I shout, feeling my powers surge, and building up the lightning.

The door crashes open, and she falters slightly when her eyes land on Logan. I watch her eyes flash from green to blue, and she falls to the floor with a crash. Instantly, Logan is by her side, along with Hank.

"She's all right Wolverine." Hank says calmly. "The wounds are superficial, Miss Danvers has a very strong – dear lord, she's healing." I look down at her and watch as the slice on her arm from the broken mirror finishes stitching itself together.

"Perhaps she was right in saying that as she begins to make peace with those inside of her she will acquire their active mutations."

"So long as she doesn't get claws."

"The Wolverine's claws are not natural Dr. McCoy." Phoenix offers from the door. She glances at me. "Forgive my intrusion. Your call to the professor was quite loud and panicked. I wanted to be certain I was not needed."

Rogue shifts softly on the ground, and groans. "Ugh." She mutters. "You should'ha told me how much that hurts Logan." She mutters, smiling up at him.

"You alright darlin'?" he asks. "'Ro called out to the professor that Carol found you out."

She nods. "She saw when I was talking to you. Used that moment of confusion to take over. You've been there for so long, it was odd not havin' you just, you know, there anymore."

"Whaddya mean?" he asks.

She hesitates, and glances at us all. "I'll explain later. But…if Phoenix is up to it, I'd really like to keep goin'. I have to face Eric next, and…I could use the reassurance that she's right there, just in case."

He lifts her carefully, and sits next to her on the bed. "Magneto or not, I'm not leavin' again."

She bites her lip, and glances around the room. "The door." She whispers, and looks at me. "Would you go and get the others? If he's gonna' insist on bein' here when I face Eric, I want to know there are enough people here to make sure I don't hurt him too bad."

I nod, and move to the door. As I pass through the arch, I pause, and turn back. "Bobby?" I ask.

"If he agrees, then sure." She says. "Let him know that its up to him."

I nod, and move out.