"MISTY!" Rogue yelled as she banged on Misty's door over and over. Finally Misty opened the door to see a girl with tears pouring down her shaking body.

"Rogue what happen, are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine, can we just get out of here?"

"Yeah, no problem", Misty answered her with big smile on her face.

"Logan, Logan what happened, Logan look at me" Storm asked. But Logan couldn't hear her. He could only hear the voice inside his head saying, it's all your fault, repeatedly. Storm then grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him. "Logan, what happened?"

Just then Logan looked up at her and lifted up his blood soaked hand. Stormed looked down at it and held his hand. "Oh my God, why are you bleeding?"

"It's not mine, it's Rogue's, she cuts." Logan mustered out as his voice quickly began to fade.

"Are you serious?" She replied." No, no, Rogue doesn't do that. She's never done that. It's not like her".

"You think I'm lying!" Logan said assertively, as he got up off the floor. "This isn't my blood Storm! I'd rather it be my blood than Rogue's, but it's not mine. She needed me."

"She needed all of us, Logan. This isn't your fault, I mean I didn't hear her cries either." Storm assured Logan as she touched the skin under the left side of his jaw with her fingertips and slowly moved them to the center of his neck. But Logan pulled her hand away, feeling that he was not worth her reassurance.

"I need to find her." Logan said as he marched down the hallway.

"Where do you think she could have gone?" Storm asked Logan as she was trying to catch up to him. Logan kept walking down the hallway looking for any sign of her. He then turned around and grabbed Storm by her shoulders

"Does she have any friends that she could have gone to".

"No, I don't think so". Storm replied with fear in her voice as Logan gripped her shoulders harder. Logan looked at her face and saw that she was scared not only for Rogue but for herself.

"I'm sorry, I just", Logan said as he let go of Storm. He tried to finish his sentence but it felt like all the words were choking him. " I just…"

"Hey did any of you see my car keys." Scott said as he just entered the room. As he looked at both Strom and Logan he could see something wasn't right. "What'd going on?"

"You're missing you car keys!" Logan said as he raced out of the hallway passed Scott almost knocking him over.

" Hey! I'm glad you're concerned but that's no reason to push" Scott scowled as he ran after Logan.

"So how did you get the keys to Scott's car anyway?" Rogue asked as she and Misty walked over to the garage.

"I'm really good with disguises." Misty said with a smirk. She then pointed the keys in the air, and pressed a button on the key chain, listening for the beeping noise form Scott's car. As soon as they heard it they walked over to his car and got in.

"As much of an asshole Scott is he does have a nice car." Rogue complemented as she played with the window button.

"He sure does, I just hope it looks the same way as when we come back". Misty joked as they both laughed.

"ROGUE!" Screamed Logan from across the garage.

"Hey isn't that the guy..."

"GO, GO, GO." Rogue interrupted. Misty then sped out of the garage as Rogue gave Logan the middle finger along with a big smile as they drove away.

"Wow, what was that about?" Misty asked.

"Nothing." Rogue quickly replied.

"Did that nothing have to do with the blood dripping from your arm?"

"Look Misty…"

"Don't worry about it" Misty replied as she put her arm on Rogue's bleeding arm. " I think there might be some first aid stuff in his clove compartment. You should probably disinfect it and wrap it up in a bandage."

" I've only known you one day and you're already the most understanding person I know" Rogue said as was taking off her glove. She then opened up the glove compartment to find a first aid kit, and a pack of smokes. Rogue first pulled out the first aid kit wrapped her arm up and then she reached for the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out and lit it up.

" Hey, I didn't know Scott smoked or that you did".

" Well Scott started ever since Jean died and I started when I found out about my powers. Unfortunately Storm caught me and told me I was too young to kill myself and took all my packs. But I still smoke. I just became better at hiding it."

" There's a little rebel in you yet". Misty said.

After driving for an hour, Misty and Rogue arrived in downtown. They went to the nice part of town filled with boutiques and cafés.

"Uh Misty why are we in this part of town?"

"Trust me you don't want to park a car this nice in the area we're going." Misty replied as they both got out of the car. They began to walk down the street completely looking out of place among all the woman with their tiny dogs and their Gucci purses. All of a sudden Rogue stopped and stared at the coat displayed in the window. The coat was black and reached all the way to the floor with leather forearms and a corset in the back.

"Holy shit, I really like that jacket". Rogue said as her glazed eyes were focused on the coat. Misty watched her admire the coat and saw something within her, an opportunity.

"Why don't you go in there and get it then."

"With what money that jacket must be at least 2000 dollars."

" I never said to go and buy it, I said to go and get it." Misty corrected.

" I don't think a jacket is worth prison."

" Rogue if you wanted that jacket you could go in there and grab it without anybody knowing. Remember you're a mutant you're stronger than the humans. We should have whatever we want and not be persecuted. We are the dominant species, not them. So go in there and take that jacket, it belongs to you, not them."

"You're right why should we have to feel like outsiders, we're stronger." Rogue said while still staring at the window. However this time she wasn't staring at the coat she was staring at her reflection in the glass. And she didn't see the old Rogue anymore.

" I'm glad you feel that way, so do you want to do this?"

"Yes" Rogue said as she turned away from the window and looked straight at Misty who had a huge smile on her face.