"I can't, I'm not ready," she ran, "I can't lose control again!"

"You must," the woman reached out, "Rogue this is your destiny. You are more powerful than anyone can imagine. You can't fear this. Sometimes to gain control, you must lose control."

"Who are you," Rogue stopped, facing the woman, "How do you know so much about me?"

She smiled, "Look inside you. Deep down you know who I am."

"No, I don't," Rogue shook her head, "So answer me! WHO ARE YOU?!"

"I am power," her accent shifted, "I'm the future. The ultimate power that will stop Apocalypse. More powerful than any other mutant. I am untouchable, poisonous."

"No," Rogue's eyes widened, "You, you're…"

Rogue shot up. A dream, just a dream. She slowed her breathing. It had felt so real. She looked down at her shaking, gloved hands. What was going on with her lately? She looked to the man next to her. She was surprised to see him looking back at her, his head still on the pillow. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark of her bedroom.

He stroked her cheek, "You alright baby?"

"Yeah," she lay back down, "The Chinese must not have agreed with me is all."

She snuggled back into him, careful about their skin touching. She couldn't shake the feeling this dream has left her with. She'd looked like an angel. Her hair was long with white framing her pale face. The rest was deep brown, stopping mid-back. Her face was pale and perfect. Her eyes were a deep emerald with black eyeliner, lining the bottom of the wide eyes. Her eyelashes were long and covered in black mascara. The expression in her eyes was serious, like her face yet playful like her wavy hair. Her nose was small and straight, her lips full and pink. Her body was fit with curves in all the right places. The outfit she wore hugged her every one of them. Colored red and black like Remy's eyes. The shirt was made of leather and had cut outs along the stomach. The top of the shirt was low cut, hanging off the shoulder. The sleeves were made of silk. They were long and fluid-like, hanging loosely with slits up the front. The back of her top started just above her lower back. The rest was bare, due to a pair of beautiful, black wings coming out of her back. Her pants were made of black leather, there were cutouts along the calves and thighs. She wore leather combat boots. Everything about her was perfect. The face, the hair, the seductive outfit and the wings.

She pulled herself out of bed first thing in the morning. Dressing herself quickly as Remy slept. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before tiptoeing out the door. She took a deep breath before knocking on the Professors door. It took a moment before he answered, telling her to enter.

He smiled at her, "Good morning Rogue, what brings you to my office so early?"

"It's silly," she let out a small sigh, "but I had a dream last night. It wasn't bad but it felt so real. I just, can you…"

He wheeled himself in front of her, "Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I can help."

Rogue leaned her head forward, "I think it's something I can show you better than tell you."

Professor nodded and placed his hands on either side of her head. His breath caught in his throat as images passed through his mind. He saw each person she absorbed, their memories. He saw her memories, her dreams, felt her pain. She smiled at him as he suddenly came to a stop. She crossed her legs and sat in front of him.

"Hello Professor," she greeted him, "It's been quite some time now, hasn't it? You haven't changed a bit."

"Rogue. You look well," he smiled, "Is this how you imagine yourself?"

She shook her flawless head, "Now we both know it's not. You've seen the future. Seen what's to become of Jean and I."

Professor sighed heavily, "The future can change. It happens all the time, do not give up hope for that."

"You know that's not entirely true," she pointed to his head, "I have the power to help Jean, make it so she doesn't have to suffer the fate that awaits her."

He thought, "And you? I'm sure we can find a way to…"

She smiled, "You know the only way for that to happen is for me not to fight. We both know that if I sit this one out then we lose, and he will be free. Saving one life is not worth risking thousands of others. You taught us better than that."

She stood slowly, touching him gently on the shoulder. Her hand felt hot like fire yet cool like ice. Professor looked up at her, a sadness rising in his chest. She held so much potential, so much power. She smiled even more, exposing two rows of perfect, shining teeth. She gave his should a small squeeze before turning to walk away.

He looked after her, "We will find a way, I'm sure of it."

She laughed, "Whatever you say," she turned and gave a half wave, "See you around Professor."