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Ch 5 Ah wanna try, Ah know Ah can.

Time had passes swiftly under the influence of the drug. Her peaceful slumber was never interrupted by all the comings and goings of the people that visited her in the med lab.

Jubilee, Kitty and Siren had come between giggles and hushes to see how she was doing. They only found her asleep drooling a bit on the pillow holding her head up, no sign of the past injury. That same sign left Gambit dumbfounded when we went down again to see if she was better. He stayed behind, wondering if he had imagined the cut or they had some pretty darn good medicines here. Wolverine came at around the time that she was due to wake up, wondering who the other guy was. They both exchanged glances and stayed to the two sides of the room.

A while after both had been in opposite ends she started to give signs of waking. Oblivious to the fact of being watched, she yawned and stretched. She noted she was still wearing the bloodied blouse and thought it better to head up to wash it.

Enjoy your rest, kid? Logan was first to rise. She answered in their heads. I'm glad; your face looks even more beautiful than ever. Paul praised her again. It was back to normal. She thought back to what Xavier told her: needed to be aware of her surroundings and try not to get swept off the top by them.

Wolverine walked towards her, unsure on what to say.. Gambit still lay against the wall.

"So, you still got a part of me?" he joked a bit. She was not amused.

"Logan, Ah can feel ya inside mah head everyday, you know that. Your psyche reacts for every single fucking thing that AH go trough, your and every bodies thoughts flooding my mind. Your nightmares make me not want to fucking sleep. And Your powers save me every tahme Ah feel that Ah can't take it anymore." She explained, she knew he cared for her, she knew he had changed a lot. But, then again, so had she.

He opened his mouth once, trying to say an answer to her, but he closed it again after he couldn't find the right thing to say. She stood up from the bed she was sitting in. Her glance was no longer leering into him, she calmed herself, somehow regretted getting so emotional.

"I'm sorry." He said, she could sense that he really meant it. You know I care for you, Rogue

"Don't be sorry…" she considered. "Ah'd rather it be you, who want to kick and fuss about every little thing than Magneto who wants to me to die at any option that there could be. It is thanks to you that Ah can make my physical pain match my emotional pain and still live. So, you have no idea what Ah'm going through." She said, yes, dripping bottled up feeling all over the place.

He smiled, she could that he would always be there. She just had to remember to ask for his help, he wasn't a psychic, after all. He hugged her, taking the necessary precautions they both take.

"Rogue, look, I know that things are very hard on you, but you have to try and be strong." He said those words, knowing that it might help and it might not also.

"This coming from you? Ah know Ah have to be strong, it's just that sometimes things get too crowded and Ah, well, Ah can't take it. Everybody has their phases every once in a while. Ya had yours too" she countered. He blinked deeply, she was right. Knowing that he had helped a bit, he remembered of somewhere he needed to be.

"I hope you feel better, I've got to go give a Danger Room session to some of the juniors." He told her. As he went towards the door he looked back. "Take care, you know I'm always there for you" he stated.

"Ya don't know how much" was all she could reply, but he was already gone. After a few second she remembered how bloody her shirt was and started to leave for her room. As she exited, she turned the light off. She was a bit surprised to see somebody standing there besides the door. She didn't hesitate and boldly talked to him.

"Who are ya?" she said a bit too loudly.

"Remy LeBeau, since last he checked." He replied. Why on earth is this freak talking in third person? John complained. She didn't respond.

The guy was no longer wearing a bloodstained shirt, but he had a trench coat that was a bit bulgy in some pockets with too many contents, shades that reflected red and jeans. His hair was dark auburn and his bangs were long enough to end above his eyes, giving him a fairly sexy look.

Rogue laughed. Completely unexpected by him. He eyed her curiously.

"What bit you, p'tite?" he said. Finally leaving his place on the wall. Rogue was laughing even harder from the soundless steps.

"Mr. LeBeau," she said, muffling her laughs and trying to keep a straight face. "Do you always walk around different premises with your slippers? Or is it a special occasion?" she said. But after she finished the continued to laugh.

He looked down to his feet. "Oh, no, chère, I was on'y wearing dis as to not wake le belle femme dorme" he smiled at her, trying to hide the awkwardness he felt from her noticing.

"Well, Mr. LeBeau, Ah must say that's something. Ah'll leave ya now."

"Bye' she waved.

"Where are you going? Perhaps Remy may escort you, chère" he said again.

"Well, 'chère' doubts that she wants an escort, merci" she said mocking him. And left him. Once on the elevator she let her thoughts roam, she knew that they had something to say, as expected voices flooded.

You are just playing him, right, Marie? Because you are my girl. Paul said to her.

Who'd ever thought that the Rogue would ever be so bold? John commented.

She's not thinking straight, she's still got some drug in her system. Bobby tried to reason.

Excellent, more distractions, Rogue, the time is not precisely accurate. Eric also complained.

Kid, I don't like the looks of him. Logan accused.

What just happened back there? Warren was assimilating, good. She smiled to herself, answering to all.

"He isn't mah type! What are ya'll thinkin'" she exclaimed. At exactly that moment he reached the elevator, a knowing smile covering his face. She glared at him and he sad nothing more.

Once on the second floor she was going to go straight to her room, but then she hesitated a moment before entering. She went back to the room she had kept herself in the morning; luckily it was empty. She picked up the dagger and placed it in her back pocket once more. She returned to her room happy.

After being able to change she headed to the library to get the assignments from Kitty and proceed to do them while the rest were dining since they finished early. Afterwards, from a very long math work she went to make herself a vegetarian wheat bread sandwich and a glass of milk. After that she headed upstairs, took a quick shower and started to write in her journal.

A new calligraphy took place when she was starting to doze off. After a while of her hand supposed to be lingering on the paper she stared at it and saw everyone's thoughts. Smiling to herself she placed it on the bed stand and rolled to a side to try and get some sleep. Deep misty thoughts reached her head in no time. Not quite sure who they belonged to, she kept to the dream. It was still only twelve. The nightmares would come soon.

Routine sucked.

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