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Chapter Four- Silken Dreams Are the Best Kind...What Are You Waiting For?

There was an insistent tapping upon the delicate fringes of her mind, playing and dancing about the waltz of thoughts as she tried to organize, file, and label them before the voices would takeover and try all at once to do it for her. Her eye's burned and screamed to be shut as her body protested against her pacing of the room. She was struggling to stay awake and it was getting on Kitty Pryde's last nerve.

" Keep walking and pacing, but you're not winning no marathon, " the younger girls voice rang from under her covers. She was tired and annoyed and the zombie-girl wasn't fueling the feelings more and more with every step.

Without another would, she roughly shoved the covers away from her body and stood, moving toward the older mutant, her nightgown slightly swaying against her delicate and fragile thighs. Unceremoniously, she shoved Rogue down on her own bed and moved behind her, crawling on the bed until her hands were on Rogue's shoulders and she heard the girl sigh.

It was a small ritual the two had performed for the two years that they had known each other. Kitty's fingers began to work themselves within her skin, massaging the taught muscles expertly, causing Rogue's head to lean on the younger girls shoulder. Kitty in the past had always thought Rogue to be too stressed or tensed and she remembered the first time she had offered to relieve the knots. It took some convincing but in the end, Rogue became pliable and even easier to talk to even though things now were a bit strange and different for the two sense Kitty's ordeal, but sisterly love was still there.

It was no different even now, excluding the convincing. Their understanding of one another made their friendship all the more great and easier. Rogue was beginning to fall asleep, the very thing she had tried to escape which was ironic as Kitty had attempted to try to relieve her of the stress she was trying to run away from and putting herself in.

" You're afraid of the dreams he makes you, aren't you? " The question was calm and tranquil as Kitty eerily leaned into her, whispering breathily against her ear, causing her to shiver. " I see how he does it. He lets me watch. "

Rogue moved away from Kitty's hands as she turned and found the girl smiling down at her, leaning closer until their lips were mere centimeters apart, " I open the window and he comes through. He lay's with you in your bed, strokes your hair, and saids the sweetest things. "

" You let him in? "

Kitty nodded fervently and proudly.

" Why? How…how does he do it? "

Kitty's smile flashed even brighter and she became exciting and enthusiastic, like a child being paid very special attention by a beaming parent, " His used his empathy to shift and change your moods, channeling through your desires and begins to play with them. Like a master puppeteer, he get's to move the strings to his most prized and beautiful marionette. "

Kitty's voice and diction frightened her. She doesn't talk like this. " Kitty? "

The younger girls face fell, then turned to sadness, and shifted to pity, " You don't want him here, do you? I'm sorry. He's probably still waiting right now. I can keep watch if you want. I won't let him, I promise. " She hurriedly said, like a child trying to make amends to keep a friend.

Rogue smiled, even though it was fake, cracked, and making her face hurt, " Do that, will you? "

Kitty smiled and nodded once more. The two shimmied down under the covers in Rogue's bed, holding each other's hand, grinning at one another. One of them thinking how fun it would be to play a trick on the thief tonight, the other worried and disturbed by her falling friend that was spinning down a whirlpool and leaving her sanity behind, little by little.

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(flashback)

" I...understand the circumstances under which the accident occurred. But Logan...if she sees fit, you may have to leave the institution and could possibly be set with charges. Her parents may take her from the school and have the authorities after you. "

Logan nodded his understanding, too ashamed to meet the professors eye's.

" The former chip in your head had once suppressed your mutation and with the turn of a dial, it could be heightened, leaving you without control. But now-"

" What are you saying, Chuck?, " the wolverine cut him off roughly, turning in the man's direction as Xavier sat in his chair, his hands set firmly and tightly in his lap as he looked at the man with pity in his eye's. " Bestial instincts are a part of your mutation. They have always been suppressed by the chip, yet now that the chip has been removed, it shall run it's course. As you've already seen, it is not common for it to be so enhanced as to take over your mind, but apparently, it can..."

Logan's legs felt weak and he began to grab something for purchase. " Logan?, " Xavier's voice questioned in worry as his friend began to lean on one of the walls for support. " Is there a way to stop, " he grounded out, not wanting to believe that he actually felt that way for the girl. According to what Xavier had said, his instincts had become stronger, enhanced was the word, but it could have only been enhanced if he had wanted Kitty in the first place.

' No...not her, ' he could never have initially wanted the girl physically. He had cared for her in an affectionate way, ' but never like that! ' he tried to mentally deny. But he had remembered the occasions where his mind would war with himself when he would be repairing his motorcycle and Kitty would accompany him for what he thought was an " Talk Logan into insanity, " session. She would sit a foot away, talking about school, and friends, gossip of people he had no clue no ever wanted to know.

" And you know what she did? She- " her ramblings would continue and he remembered the way his eye's would travel along the soft curves and textures of her exposed legs, his eye's moving up until they met the frayed cut of her shorts, working toward her-

Then he would catch himself and berate himself senseless, ' She's only seventeen! ' There would be times when she would be running out of the shower in only a towel, screaming at the top of her lungs, which had once made him kill over in pain due to the sensitivity of his ears, chasing Bobby for flushing the toilet, making the water cold. None-the-less, she had tripped and fallen over Logan, her towel becoming askew as she fearfully had tried to readjust it.

" Oh my gosh, like, I'm sorry Mr. Logan. You didn't see anything, did you? I- " her face was flushed as she had scrambled to fix her towel, apology after embarrassing apology was made. He had helped her fastened it up, and at the feel of his touch, she had stilled and looked in his eye's with surprise, still waiting for the screaming lecture from the wolverine. But he had not given her one, " It's okay. Don't do it again, " his voice was husky and low and he hadn't meant it to come out that way. She blush deepened but her eye's were reading something warm and gentle. She smiled at him, reaching to her tip toes and smacking a small kiss on his cheek, " Thanks, " and she had run back out of the hall. The image of her form had plagued his dreams for many a night afterward and he had not really known what to do.

So yes, it was there. He did have feelings for the girl, hell, he still did, but now that didn't matter. It seemed as if nothing mattered anymore.

" We could construct another chip. One that would only suppress those instincts. You would suffer from constant head-aches, but- "

" Stick it in, Chuck, " Logan said, hurriedly standing and making for the door. " Whatever it takes, I'll do it. " And he left.

(end of flashback)

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Logan had remembered that conversation with Xavier about what Kitty would decide. It was a strange thing indeed that the girl had not pressed any charges and had insisted that Logan remained at the institute. He had been surprised and a bit confused but every chance he had to talk to her, she had always turned away. ' Why...why does she want me here? '

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Gambit looked through the window longingly at Rogue, his fist clenched and shaking as his eye's met Kitty's form who was wide awake and merely looking at him through the window, no expression written on her face. It was clear that she wasn't letting him in tonight. He knew he would have to leave soon if he wasn't going to be given entrance, because Logan would eventually detect him and who knew how that ordeal would go about? He glared threateningly at the girl before he turned, making his way down the balcony ledge and through the yard, ignoring the sticky, crimson liquid that was dripping from his clenched fist.

A/N: I know, I know, there's not much Romy in this one. But there will be in the next chapter. This was just a filler chapter, sorry for the suckiness. Please please please review, plllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase! Then, I can post the next chapter which I am currently working on. Hope you enjoyed and pllllllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaassssssssse review! C'mon people, let's make it past 60!

-Sable