Hey sorry this took so long, been trying to get a job and get reaccustomed to being home. I hope you guys enjoy. I will hopefully be able to update at least once a week from here on out. I didn't proof read this one like I normally do so if something doesn't make sense I can go in and fix it jsut let me know. And please REVIEW! I would like to know how everyone is liking it! Or if I have made any mistakes.

Chapter 5

Well, let's see what's wrong with you, Bentley, Clarah thought as she popped to hood on her navy blue 1950 Bentley Mark VI. Shit, time for another overhaul…it was supposed to be another couple of years. Well maybe father pushed you harder than I would have…no knowing until he gets here. I think this would be something the class would enjoy, or rather it would be educational for them… "What?" she said as she sensed a strange thought from Storm.

Clarah then began to investigate from afar what was disturbing Storm, then she sensed a stack of new mail being opened. She looked at the clock, 10:15 am. Wow, last night disappeared quick. She then went back to searching through the mail for the one that bothered Storm. Then she found it. Well if that's the way you want it, fine. Upon thinking this her eyes went a vibrant red and she strode off to her room in search of some fitting clothes for the occasion.

Storm was sitting in her office debating telling the news to anyone or whether she should leave it as a surprise when she heard a car coming up the driveway. I think I know who this is! But wasn't he supposed to be gone for a bit longer? She glanced down at her watch for the date and saw that it was about one and a half months since Clarah had joined their staff. Wow, I guess not. Then she checked her appearance in the mirror before heading down to the front entrance thinking about all that had happened since Clarah had arrived.

Over the past month things had gone rather smoothly with Clarah taking over classes and repairing the roofing and other odd jobs that needed done around the Manor, it was like the woman never slept. She also had begun a change in disciplinary measures that were much more effective than those that Charles Xavier had left in place since he started the school over twenty years ago. The students had become accustomed to hearing rock, classical, and assorted other types of music playing around the house as Clarah inevitably had them playing wherever she was. They had all also become so accustomed to her idiosyncrasies that Dr. McCoy thought it was safe to leave them alone with her for a weekend so that he could go do a bit of catching up at the office.

Clarah was not the only one who was for which things were becoming normalized. The students down in the infirmary were becoming familiar with each other beginning to show symptoms of their previous powers along with intense pain or violent tendencies. And as such they were giving Logan a hard time but things always seemed to go his way when the students who were causing trouble came face to face with metal spikes aimed. He and Storm had come to an agreement that he could do what he needed to keep them down there even if it meant that he had to use force. So far most of the 'cured' students had successfully finished their transformations. Of the half dozen that remained only one still had not begun her transformation, Rogue. Logan and she were getting fairly good at playing chess and other games. Speak of the devil, they were engrossed in an intense game of pinochle when Storm arrived at the front entrance, right above them.

Ororo was just opening the door when a nurse wheeled in Charles Xavier. "Professor! I thought it was going to be some time before you were able to come back. Not that I'm not happy to see you…" he held up a hand.

"You're babbling, Storm. I am happy to see you as well but I sense some changes here. What have you been up to?"

"Well…"

"You unbelievable bastards!" shrieked Demon from the balustrade across from the entrance on the second floor. "You could at least have let me know, either one of you! I have half a mind to kill you again." At which she launched herself over the railing and landed flat on her feet in her stiletto boots. She began walking menacingly towards Storm and her father.

"Demon, you won't harm him," stated Storm.

"You're wrong, Storm, she has every reason to harm me. As well as the ability to should she so desire. Clarah," he waited for some response from her other than the click of her heels on the marble floor. "Clarah!" he shouted verbally and psychically causing several of the students who had gathered around to wince. "This is not the time or the place for this argument."

"Yes, it is. It has been the preordained time and place since you threw me out of my own house," she rasped in a deep, rumbling, growl-like voice. "You chose to ignore the conditions you agreed to when I said that I would come protect the school from within and as a result I am what you see. I should have known that this would be the normal course of things for my life," she continued. "The least you could have done would have been to not board up my room," she said in her normal voice. She turned to Storm and said, "You now have your precious Professor, it is time for me to go," she said before she spun around and began striding to her room to pack.

"Clarah! I need you to come help Logan with one of the students in the infirmary. I can't tell what is wrong…"

"Rogue," she said before she sprinted down the hallway towards the elevator to the infirmary grabbing a loose plank of wood from a statue on her way.

"Storm with me, everyone else to their rooms, classes are cancelled for today!" he said as his chair was lifted up into the air and began flying in the direction that Clarah had run. They get there just in time to see Clarah finish forcing the doors open and jump through them down the elevator shaft.

"Rose!" shouts the Professor. "We have to wait for the elevator or we risk killing her."

Meanwhile, Clarah has gone through the rising elevator and forced open the doors to the infirmary. She begins running down the hallway to the other end where the injected students were being kept.

Storm and the Professor climb into the elevator as soon as it arrives and begin sending it back down. "Storm, it would be faster if I just float us there. Now, would you please hold onto my wheelchair, it would make it much easier for me." The elevator arrives and the Professor floats them at over 75 mph to the other end causing them to reach the door at the same time as Clarah.

"Don't interfere old man. This is something only I can take care of," states Clarah.

"As you wish, Rose."

"And stop calling me that, use my real name," she finishes saying right before the door opens for them to enter. Clarah steps in front of them and sees Rogue is fighting against Logan restraining her to the bed and trying to tie her down without touching any of her skin. "Logan, let her go. I can handle this." Logan let Rogue go who then sprints for the other side of the infirmary and begins to beat against the wall trying to escape. Clarah walks up to Logan and hands him the piece of wood that she grabbed on her way down here. "Logan…." she waits for him to respond. When she sees he is just going to watch Rogue she grabs a hold of his face in both of her hands and begins again. "Logan, if you see any muscle in my body seize up I need you to hit me as hard as you can across the head with that piece of wood, DO NOT touch my skin if this happens, always use the wood…"

"Why?"

"My power is the same as Rogue's just much more powerful and I have better control but, I may have to abandon that to stop her. If you have to hit me make sure that you knock me out, I can heal like you no matter what so please don't be afraid of hurting me, any hesitation longer than 10 seconds and she will be dead." At saying this she released him and turned to Rogue. "Rogue."

"NO! I must stop the pain!"

"The only way to do that is to sleep. Let me help you.

"No." Rogue then charged at Clarah. Clarah reacted instantly, crouching down into a fighting stance. When Rogue reached her she came up quickly lauching Rogue in the direction of her bed. Once Rogue was in the air, Clarah began running to the bed to prepare the waistband that would hold Rogue in place for her to aid her through the transition.

When Rogue landed the wind got knocked out of her, giving Clarah enough time to strap her in at the waist and surprisingly also one of her wrists. When Rogue again had air in her lungs she began screaming "No! I'm supposed to go kill the source of the cure! NOOOO!" While she was also struggling with the bonds and flailing her other limbs around in an attempt to prevent Clarah from strapping them down. However, regardless of her attempts she managed to get a hold of Rogue's other arm and strap it down. Once she had managed this she around to Rogue's head and taking a deep breath she put both of her hands on each of Rogue's cheeks.

'Rogue. You are not going to kill anyone. I won't let you,' Clarah said to her psychically.

'You must. That is my purpose.'

'No, its not Marie. You don't know what your purpose is yet.'

'Yes I do, I am a killer.'

Clarah's eyes open and she shakes her head to clear it and her eyes suddenly change to a vibrant red and she looks at Logan and nod for him to come stand near her, in case there is a problem.

'Marie, you are not a killer I am. Have you ever seen my past? Did you ever look into it? You and I are the same, if you are a killer then look at what I have had to do since I am a killer.'

Marie's eyes open in horror as she looks up at the apparently sleeping Clarah. Suddenly, Rogue's veins begin popping out on her face, Clarah's hair changes into an above shoulder length layered bob that is a honey blonde with white streaks in it like the one in Rogue's own hair. Clarah's entire body became rigid. One…

"Logan, knock her out!" screams the Professor. Two… "She's going to kill Rogue!" Three…

Logan hesitates. Four…Five…Six… He pulls the plank of wood up into a batting stance and screaming, he swings away right at the side of Clarah's face. Seven…

The plank connects and Clarah drops, completely unconscious.