"I'm sorry I took so long," said a woman I presumed to be Ororo, as she entered the kitchen.

"There was a dispute among the students and I had to settle it out." She took a seat next to Logan, and I noticed the quiet look that passed between them.

"Did ya manage to settle it?" asked Logan, offering her a muffin.

"Not quite," she paused to take a bite. "But Gambit made short work of it. He managed to convince Pyro to not harm Kitty…and vice versa. I still don't know what has gotten into those two, but ever since John got that letter from home they have been constantly arguing."

Logan smirked slightly. "Trust those kids to get into trouble."

As I rinsed some dishes at the sink I took the time to think about Logan and the immaculate but charming Ororo.

They would probably make a nice couple. I had to smile as I "saw" the surprises that awaited them in the future as they discovered each other and their mutual love.

My smile immediately faded as I caught "sight" of Ororo saying "Hello, Remy. Take a seat, these muffins are delicious."

I spun around and faced the doorway.

Logan saw my precocious stance and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Expecting someone, darlin'?"

"Yes," I answered simply. I had nothing to hide from this man. It was "Gambit" that I was worried about.

Judging by his name, he was used to throwing chance around like it was a basketball, and judging by the pain he was going to cause me he was a heart-breaker as well as being careless…and probably selfish.

I narrowed my eyes as I saw the shadow of a figure approaching, and then sucked in my breath as a vision assaulted me.

This time I did not "see" what was going to happen. I felt it.

It was a pain so deep and endless that I could not help but cry out as I sank to the floor, the cold tiles reaching up to greet me as I fell into a protective, crouched position, tears springing uncalled to my eyes.

I gasped, more and more tears gathering in my eyes and streaming down my face as the pain kept on going. I couldn't breath, the emotional pain was too much, too great and overwhelming.

Both Remy and Logan were by my side and Ororo was making an emergency call to Hank over the intercom.

As I looked up into red-on-black eyes, the tears still coursing down my face, I cried out in unleashed agony.

"What will you do to me, Remy!"

Then my eyes closed, and my mind began to go black from exhaustion.

But before I gave in completely to the darkness I heard Logan say,

"If you ever hurt her, I'll kill you."

And my last thoughts were "Oh stranger, I only wish that you will heed Wolverine's warning."

I awoke some hours later when Hank entered the room I was sleeping in.

It was a nice room, with beige and very light pastel green walls, darker green paint on the balcony doors and simple but tasteful décor.

The bed was soft and cozy and I felt rested, even though I knew that my eyes must look red and swollen.

"Well, my friend, I see that you have had a rather hard time with your powers. How are you feeling right now?"

I saw that he was carrying a medical kit, and he opened it to retrieve a little flashlight and a bottle of pills.

He quickly shone the light in both my eyes, then handed me the bottle of pills.

"These will help you sleep," he explained hastily, putting them on the side-table next to the bed.

"What are they?" I asked, and tried to "look" into the future to "see" what he was going to say.

I yelped as a sudden pain shot through my head, leaving my whole skull tingling.

"It is for when you attempt to do something like that and the pain proves to be too much. I will explain," he added hastily as I glared at him.

"When you were in the kitchen and tried to predict the future you went too far and too deep, and for some reason you…" he paused, searching for a word. "Well, short-circuited your system, for lack of a better phrase. You now have no control over your abilities. I am afraid that if you attempt to use them you could, besides suffer a great deal of pain, also inflict brain damage on yourself."

I felt the horror of the situation creeping up on me, even as the pain throbbed in my head.

It was something that I feared…not being able to see beyond, not knowing what was going to happen next.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, seeing in my mind the car as it braked suddenly, skidding on the road, even as it hit them, crushing them to pieces. I remembered crying out to them, screaming insanely for them not to leave me, hugging their lifeless bodies before I was dragged away.

And even as I closed my eyes, once again filled with tears of remembrance, I closed my inner "eyes."

I would no longer be able to see beyond.

I no longer had the future.

All I had was a pain-filled past.

"I'm sorry," I heard Hank say.

When I didn't answer he left the room, creeping silently out on blue-furred padded feet.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

My parents had died when I was thirteen.

They were actually my foster parents, and I had loved them dearly.

Three years later when I discovered my powers I had been overwhelmed with guilt that I had not gotten them sooner, and so have been able to predict the speeding car that had hit them.

It had been my fault.

We had gone to a restaurant to celebrate my mother's birthday, and my parents had consumed rather more than their share of red wine.

Finally we had decided to leave, and to take a short-cut we had crossed a dark, near-empty road.

I had been trailing behind because I had been angry over something…

Ah, yes, that we were going to give one of our neighbors our kitten, because my father was allergic to them.

I had looked up, in time to see the car brake, but still barrel forward and kill the only people I had ever known to call parents.

The paramedics had had to use brute force to take me away from them. I had known right away that they were dead, but for the life of me I would not let them go.

After going to alternate sessions of therapy and psychological meetings I had managed, to a certain degree, to heal, but I was only ever at peace after I developed my powers and learnt to always be able to see what was coming…to never have to cross dark roads…never be hit by a speeding car, and never lose those that I loved.

Lying in the bed, I had lost track of time, and I could not remember if I was hungry or not.

I had been too busy cooking before to eat; now I had been sleeping for some time, and now I was drifting off again.

I didn't care.

I could no longer see. That hurt more than anything.

I could no longer see what would happen to me and Remy. And right now I could no longer care.