Disclaimer : I forgot to put this in my last chapter so yeah, I dont own X-Man or any of these characters.

Another Nightmare

"No!" Rogue screamed. She sat up in bed, gasping for breath. It was the third time this week she had woken up in a cold sweat from the same dream. No, nightmare.

It had been a month since the death of their brave comrade. Everyone had taken her death hard, but as time went by, everyone learned to accept it and move on. All except Scott and Rogue.

Scott Summers, fearless leader, had lost the love of his life that day at the base at Alkali Lake. The first two weeks he had locked himself in his room, drinking booze. He never left his room for anything. So three times a day, Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) or Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) had to take food into his room, since Kitty was the only one who could walk through walls, and Kurt could teleport. They would always just leave a tray of food and leave, knowing it was best to not start a conversation with Scott.

Eventually Scott left his room. He didn't talk much though, just grunting and one worded sentences. After a week of this he finally realized it was best to confide in his friends, namely Storm and Xavier.

Logan was sad real deep down, but tried not to show it. He was trying to be strong for Scott's sake. He helped around the Institute, constructing parts of the Mansion that had been destroyed by William Stryker's attack. After a while, he and Storm healed.
Unfortunately nobody knew Rogue was hurting too. She kept having the same nightmare, and once she woke up, she never could get back to sleep. She never told anyone because she didn't want to seem selfish or like she was in need of attention, so she kept it to herself. What else she kept a secret was that she felt guilty of Jean's death.

She blamed herself because she flew the jet to the others, but crashed it when she tried to land. In doing so two of the main engines went out. Rogue had been trying to help when she flew the jet to the others, but succeeded in having Jean sacrifice herself for everyone.
Rogue tried to tell herself if she hadn't flown the Blackbird to the others, everybody would have died, including her and Bobby. She also tried to herself that Jean made a choice.

Nobody blamed her for Jean's death, in fact, the thought probably never crossed the minds of the other X-Men, but deep down she was still feeling guilty.

Rogue sighed and looked at her clock. It read only 4:30. She looked over at her roommates, Jubilation Lee or Jubilee and Kitty. They were still fast asleep, meaning they didn't hear her scream.

With another sigh she crawled out of bed. Keeping the lights off, she opened her drawers and pulled out a pair of blue jeans, a green tank top and a black sweater, and walked into the bathroom she shared with her roommates.

She took off her sweat soaked pyjamas and turned on the shower. As she stepped into the water, she let her thought wander to the dead telepath again. Jean had always been so loving and caring, and Rogue knew Jean wouldn't blame her.

Rogue inhaled deeply as the tears fell silently down her cheeks. The shower was the only place she allowed herself to cry. She didn't want anybody to see she was in pain. Whenever somebody asked if she was alright, she would put on a fake smile and tell them she was okay. Everybody bought it, except for Logan. He would always let it go, but she knew that he knew something was bothering her.
After rinsing her hair, Rogue turned off the shower, and started drying herself and got dressed. She got out of the bathroom and put her pyjamas in the laundry basket she used for dirty clothes. She looked over at the clock and got slightly annoyed when she noticed only a half hour had passed. She brushed her hair, and put on some earrings then left her room.

As she made her way to the kitchen to get something to eat she heard two people in the family room talking. She stopped walking and listened in on the conversation.

"I have to go back to Alkali Lake" Scott said. "I have to find Jean." He looked as though he had been crying.

"I know, you miss her. We all miss her, but nothing can ever bring her back." Storm tried to comfort Scott.

"There had to be another way Storm, there just had to be. I can't believe she's gone." Rogue watched as Scott started to cry onto Storm's shoulder.

Poor Scott. He still hadn't gotten completely over it. To hear him begging and crying for Jean to be alive, just made Rogue's guilt go deeper.

gRogue left her teachers and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a yoghurt from the fridge and sat at the island in the middle of kitchen. As she sat on the stool eating a yoghurt a familiar BAMF announced the arrival of Kurt.

"What are you doing up so early Fraulien?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep." Rogue stated simply.

"You want to tell me why?" Kurt asked, sitting down across from Rogue.

Over the past few weeks Rogue had really taken the time to get to know Kurt. Even though he was a teacher and she was a student, they had an easy friendship. She knew she could tell him, and that he wouldn't breathe a word to anyone else.

"It's...It's just, I keep dreaming about the day Jean died." Rogue confessed. "And I can't help but feel... It's my fault she's gone."
"Why would you think something like that, Fraulien?" Kurt wondered out loud.

"I crashed the jet, when I was flying it towards you guys." She said as tears formed in her eyes, but refused to let them fall. "If I hadn't crashed the Blackbird, Jean would still be here."

"When you brought the jet to us, you saved our lives" Kurt told her gently. "Jean made a choice. If you didn't fly the jet, we would've all died."

"I know" Rogue said. She got off her stool and hugged the teleporter. "Thank you." and with that Rogue left the kitchen leaving behind a very concerned Kurt Wagner.

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AN plz review its my first actual story