Disclaimer: Well, I've got the document ready to send to Stan Lee, so i'll be mailing it soon... til then, Xmen belongs to him and Marvel Entertainment, and since this is Movie Rogue I should talk to Fox too... Oh! I next to send a document to them too. So, not mine... yet.

CH 1 They're mah thoughts now

She woke up before dawn, still grasping her pillow slightly. She tried to locate herself; she was not in the streets, but then again that time had been so long ago. She was still in her room at her home, if she could call it that: Xavier's Institute; it was a home… for the moment. It was still too cold to get up on such a cold blistery spring morning. But there were classes later on; she might as well try to awaken.

School's bullshit, it ain't worth my time… She never hated school, but this morning that thought flooded her mind, it wasn't a secret who thought that. She grabbed the mattress and covered herself. Standing up, she cautious to not wake up anybody went to the bathroom all the five girls in the two adjacent rooms shared, Jubilee and Kitty were both deep sleepers, so not much to worry about on this side, but she knew that Siren on the other side would awaken easily. She opened the bulletproof door slowly. Once inside she dropped her protective aid and turned to the mirror.

Marie, you look better than ever! Paul insisted she kept looking great. But her face was too sullen, I gotta get out again. She didn't want to leave this place, it was exceptional, and now she knew what the streets were. Washing attentively, she rubbed all her sore spots in an attempt to make herself get more color. Another bad night, too many memories. And too many nightmares.

After finishing with her face she stared blankly at her palms for a few minutes, the temperature had them numb, and the color was uneven, yellow and red everywhere, they were clean, but unsettling. Then she turned to the tub and decided fast that she'd take a calming hot water soak. After opening the door and getting it warmed up, she paused to take her ear to the doors, to make sure the rest were still asleep. The time still remained hers. After a few minutes of filling it up and she inspecting her bruises, after a few weeks, she continued cutting herself with her nails to prove that Logan's power, at least his powers, were out of her. She then lowered herself into the hot water, her hairs on her arms and belly stood on end before dipping and getting used to the temperature.

Too hot! Exclaimed Bobby's voice, but she ignored it. It could be hotter, John's voice added in as an afterthought. She considered both thoughts, but it was just okay. She submerged and allowed for her mind to clear up. Soon enough, the voices faded, she started to need some air, but she remained a few more seconds, to enjoy the unusual silence… But it was short, too short. I can't die, no matter what I try. That was her first thought afterwards, by now she grew accustomed to all the voices being part of her, that didn't meant that she didn't feel the difference between hers and others.

Lingering, the tub was always calming. At least there wasn't any noise from out of her, just inside. Soon, the relaxation would be interrupted.

"You have to go back; your mother misses you like crazy. I miss you like crazy" Paul's words rolled of her tongue.

"Ah can't, they don't know me anymore" she found herself answering, her monologue wasn't a monologue.

"Remember, kid, I'll come back again." Logan reassured her.

"Yeah, right, she has enough to deal with to be thinking of the big bad Wolverine." Bobby answered.

"I love you, the rest doesn't matter, you're inside my heart and I'll be inside your mind" John whispered through her once more.

"Ah believe ya'll, but Ah can't help thinking that this is only a part of y'all." Rogue replied, fully conscious now. The voices dissipated a little.

You're a fool, there is no land of tolerance, mark my words, soon enough they'll be after all of you again. Eric had a different definition of good, and a different view of how to get his self-esteem up. However, she didn't bother to reply. She knew he was right. She got out and dried of the best she could. The towel was too new to do much.

After doing the best she could, she wrapped the towel on her torso. Taking the mattress, she rolled it on her shoulders, over her towel and kept her arms inside it. Taking one out to open the door, she shivered once more. She after opening it quickly retrieved it and pushed the rest of it with her shoulder, softly to not bang it. Kitty was still asleep, her alarm clock should've buzzed by now, but it was easy to see that it was ruined, it still read yesterday's hour since she had phased through it again. Jubilee moved to one side and the other of her bed. It was still safe.

She grabbed her hair clip and put it on the towel wrapped around her to avoid it from falling and made her bed. She almost knocked her journal of her nightstand, but some ice spit out of her hand to stop it, she made a shushed yelp. But this wasn't unusual, whenever something extra sensorial occurred, another person's powers would respond. If it had had a bit of metal, Eric would've lent a hand.

After finishing up, she headed to her section of the closet, she was able to check the hour on Jubilee's watch, and she wasn't a time person. She preferred not knowing, seldom did she ask. However, she noted that it was already 5:30 a.m.

She picked flare trousers, though large ones. Her knee-high silk socks tried to fall, but she pulled a bit more to avoid such thing. She put on her short heeled boots; those were the ones she always wore. Choosing her shirt was the hardest part, she never wanted one that was too exposed that she still possessed. Laundry day was close, so the options were limited. In the end she decided for a deep purple Express shirt that covered just to her elbows, however, the turtleneck would allow her not to use scarf today. Sexy, my love. Last, was the gloves, she never loved wearing gloves, but it was already becoming part of her, her hands were always where the most danger lied, so it had to be used. For the few weeks that she enjoyed the cure, grabbing things without gloves was one of the simplest things that gave her an enormous pleasure, simple things that people take for granted. She decided for her dark green leather one's they were the one's that allowed her to write better.

Not having anything better to do, she reviewed what she had written the night before in her journal. At the beginning it was odd to see all the different calligraphies, depending who was thinking, her calligraphy changed to reflect that. Most of the time there were a masculine elegant letters in a neat file on the paper, Eric's. The next one to be very easily found was her own, clumsy and half finished letters. The rest were easy to differentiate, but weren't very common. John's lettering was tiny, barely legible. Bobby's was scabby but rather large. Wolverines at first sight looked similar to toddlers print, but the complexity was to another level.

She decided against focusing on what she wrote the night before and flipped occasionally to see the different prints that she was able to do. It was a gift, she could easily forge their signatures, if Bobby ever by some strange reason asked her to do a work for him, Mrs. Monroe wouldn't notice it was her if she really thought hard to use his handwriting. Like I'm the irresponsible school guy! However, Bobby didn't talk to her anymore. She broke up shortly after the Alcatraz incident, she noticed how infatuated he was with Kitty that she decided it was best to let him go than to make herself unhappy willingly. Even with the cure, she knew that he just didn't see her that way.

"Not yet… Aun tengo siete minutos" Jubilee had awoken, but she didn't seem to want to get up. Rogue was oblivious to whatever the Latin Asian girl had said, but she decided to close her journal at that moment. She turned her light off. She headed to the bathroom once more. The fact that they couldn't, or could they still?, touch her still didn't get in the way of her flirty nature. She applied some mascara; it helped her to not have such a dark sullen face. She glossed her lips and profiles her eyes with a little dark pencil. Her eyelashes were naturally okay, so she decided against curling them. However, she had to do something with her hair. She combed it, with her part to the center. She wasn't convinced with the way it looked, so she moved it a little to her left side. It was okay; she still had a bit of white on both sides, which made it still seem almost still dead center. What about more on those lips? It wouldn't be so bad to just touch them… Darn John, he kept being a bit too bold, but deep inside, she liked being his risk.

Sometimes she wanted to cut her hair,. Her hair remained at breast length; she used to want it short, still somehow wanted it, but noticed that if she did so, she'd have her exposed neck to worry about too. So, that was the end of that.

"Ugh! It's too early." Jubilee exclaimed as she threw over the pillows, since the door remained ajar, Rogue heard her. She exited; quite pleased with how she'd managed to control the face again, her eyes were impossible. But people were accustomed to her crystalline gaze.

"Buenos días, chica" Jubilee said slipping past her for a fast hot shower. Kitty was stretching, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Mornin', Rogue" she said through yawns. Rogue looked her way in response and continued to the door. She was met by Dr. McCoy.

"I believe Katherine had asked for a wake up call. She mentioned that she phased through her clock, and might need waking a few days before the obtains another one" He was a morning person, one who actually enjoyed getting at six all days.

"Outta mah way, bu-" Rogue covered her mouth. She realized a second to late that she was thinking too much of Logan.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Dr. McCoy tried to keep talking. Rogue turned

"Kitty, wake up call." She said slowly, non responsive to the thanks she got from her and McCoy.. Rogue turned again and walked past him down the aisle. She took the hidden stairwell to the first floor, the long way to the kitchen; she wasn't in the mood for elevators.

She arrived and looked for some fruit; there was papaya, orange and grapes in the fruit. She took some papaya and cut a piece for herself. She rummaged through the drawers for some honey or sugar to add, she found it and headed to the table. She seated herself and started to drop honey. After a while, the papaya was soaked and she started to cut it and eat it. Ugh, where's the cereal? Bobby wasn't a fruit person. A sudden bamf cut through her line of thought.

"Gutten tag, Rogue" Mr. Wagner appeared next to her. Not at all startled, Rogue acknowledged his presence by glancing at him; she still had a bite in her mouth. He started mixing waffles for the little kids. It was his special Friday treat for the small guys.

She didn't look at him after that. He's just plain weird. God, John. He was a good teacher. She gave him that. Soon enough the kitchen started to be filled up. Scott was there shortly after his wake up calls and the older students crowded in soon. She exited after the fourth person entered, not wanting to take too much risk. She didn't do well in crowds.

"Does anyone know where the spare milk is?" was the last thing she heard, Milk? The question is where the beer is. There was that voice inside her again. Just another day was about to start.

Translations:

Aun tengo siete minutos--- I've still got seven minutes.

Buenos días, Chica--- good morning, gal

Gutten tag--- good morning

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