AN:Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews. I am planning a sequal to this. I'm kinda thinking it'll be a trilogy, but I'm not sure yet. We'll see how it goes.
Enjoy!
Chapter 6: False hope
"So you're saying the cure's not permanent?" Kitty asked, seated on the couch in Storm's office.
"No," Raven answered. "Not according to Erik. He's slowly regaining his control of metal. That's what he managed to tell me before I told him where he could shove it and hung up on the bastard."
"I knew it!" Beast shouted. "There's no way to reverse what one's body considers the norm without years of treatment. How could anyone assume that mutation wouldn't reject treatment anyway?"
"I wondered that myself," Storm stated from her seat behind the desk. She looked at her friends around her. Colossus, Psylocke, and Kitty all seated on the couch. Hank in a chair, and Logan at his usual perch on the edge of her desk. Raven sat on a chair just to her right.
"What about you? Have you experienced any signs of your mutation returning?" Hank asked.
Raven stood and approached him. At first, the change was so minor that no one noticed. Until her eyes turned to their once familiar bright yellow. "That's all I can do so far."
"Remarkable!" Hank shouted.
"Funny. I thought the same thing," Raven said.
Ororo still wasn't sure why they were trusting this woman. "Why come here? Why not run to Magneto?"
"He betrayed me. Just like my family." Raven glared. "I knew you people took care of your own, mutant or not."
"What about Rogue?" Psylocke stated, "Shouldn't someone tell her-"
"No!" Raven shouted.
"Yes, they should," Ororo said. "She could hurt someone, without even knowing it."
"Why are ya so upset about Rogue?" Logan asked glaring at the woman. "She seems ta be your concern here."
"I-. You're not going to believe this," Raven looked at the floor. "She's my daughter," she said quietly.
"What!" Logan shouted. "You tried to kill your own daughter? You've got a strange sense a family, lady."
"I'm not clear on this," Ororo said. "Rogue's your daughter?"
"Well, foster daughter. I adopted her when she was about five." Raven explained.
"That's the real reason you didn't want her at this meeting. You used your human form when you were her mother, correct?" Hank asked.
"Yes," Raven answered. "I'm not ready to tell her. Not in this situation."
"And just when were you plannin' on tellin' her?" Logan asked, glaring at the woman. Raven didn't answer.
"To make things right," Ororo chimed in, "I think it should be you to tell her about the cure and the truth about your identity."
"Give me a few days to spend some time with her before I tell her." Raven rose and headed towards the door.
"If she wants to spend time with ya." Logan growled. "My guess is that she'll be so pissed she won't want anythin' ta do with ya."
"I hope Logan's wrong, for your sake," Storm stated.
Rogue sat on her bed reading a magazine. Her radio was on, playing an old blues CD Logan had let her borrow when she heard a gentle tap on her door.
"Who is it?" She called. It's probably that damn swamp rat again. When no one answered she thought she might have been hearing things. Her curiosity got the better of her and she went to answer it.
Raven Darkholme stood on the other side of the door, nervousness flooding through her entire system. The door slowly opened.
"Mama!" Rogue shouted. Her eyes were wide and her heart was pounding. "What are ya doin' here! How did ya find me? Oh mah Gawd!" She pulled the woman into a bone crushing hug.
Raven smiled. She doesn't know. She sighed. "I started missing you so much I thought I'd come to visit."
"You're prob'ly gonna ask me what I'm doin' here in a school for mutants."
"It's okay, baby. I already know."
"You do?" Rogue asked, her heart sinking.
"Yes." Raven said, smiling. "I know about the cure, too."
"So you came to scold me, right?" Rogue asked.
"No." Raven ushered Rogue into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Rogue did the same. "I came here to tell you something."
"I gotta say, you don't look a day older than when I-" With that, Raven changed her eyes to their true color.
There was only two people Rogue knew with eyes like that. One was Kurt Wagner. The other was Mystique.
"What the-?" Rogue leapt from the bed. "You're Mystique?"
"Calm down, honey, I-"
"No! You tried to kill me. Several times! And now I find out you're the only mother I've ever had?" Her heart was pounding. She looked around the room frantically.
"I never intended to kill you. Erik did."
"Oh, that's a load of bull if I ever heard one!" Rogue was nearly in tears.
"Marie, please-"
"No! Don't you 'Marie' me, Mystique,or who ever you're calling yourself these days."
"Do you know how much it hurt every time I saw you?"
"I don't care!" Rogue shouted and did the only thing she could think of.
She ran.
