A/N: I know most of you are begging for some real action between Lilly and Rogue. Never fear, it's coming. But you need some of the chapters before it for it to make sense. Hope you enjoy this chapter though.

Shocker (She's Dead)

"In a shocking turn of events, one of the former 'Cure' clinics has been bombed today by irate mutants whose powers have returned. There is said to many injuries but only one casualty, a yet unidentified young woman between the age of 18 and 25. She is 5 feet 9 inches, Caucasian, with blank hair and white streaks. This is a police sketch of what the young woman is believed to have looked like…"

A likeness of Rogue was then shown and the newscaster continued, "If you have any information on this young woman and her identity please contact…"

"It's not true," an ashen Logan whispered. "We would have known. We would have felt it."

"The police report, says that…" Bobby started.

"I said it's not TRUE!!!" Logan snarled. "She's still alive. I know it. We have to keep looking. Storm we need to keep looking."

"Logan, I know it's hard to accept. We'll send a team to investigate it…"

"Don't bother," a new voice intruded.

Shocked, Ro looked up at the newcomer in a mixture of fear, rage and relief.

"Emma. What the hell are you doing in my school?" Storm said frostily.

"Well you were going to call and invite me anyhow, Ro dear. So as I was in New York I decided to drop by and save you a phone call," the blonde said.

"I want you nowhere near my kids."

"Awww, concerned mother, are you? I wonder how your precious kids would feel about you if I gave them some more information on you."

Storm's eyes started to whiten and the sky started to boil as her anger boiled.

"Are you threatening me?"

"No. Of course not! Just giving you a friendly reminder, that's all."

"Well despite all the byplay and tension that's flying across this room, I want to know what you mean by not bothering to check if that's really Rogue. And who the hell are you anyway?" the Asian firecracker asked in her usual bold manner.

The blonde's eyes flashed for a minute and Jubilee felt pressure against her mind; and she instantly brought up her natural shields to prevent the telepath's reading of her mind.

"So you're a telepath?" Jubilee said derisively. "Doesn't mean that you get to play God."

"But your precious Professor could, and be adored for it too," the woman replied.

"Enough!" Logan roared. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? And if you have information for us, give it to me and move on. Otherwise, you're wasting our time."

"Testy, aren't we, Wolverine. But then you always were, even before William gave you your claws, well your adamantium at least."

Frowning, Logan asked, "You know me?"

"But of course. But that's not the question. The question is; what will you give to know what I know?"

"Nothing. Because it means that you're unscrupulous and therefore I want nothing to do with you."

Laughing, she said, "Well if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black. The Wolverine talking of scruples. You who slaughtered hundreds in cold blood, at the beck and call of another."

Logan growled warningly, even as he waged war with the Wolverine for control.

But they did share a common desire to rip the woman apart.

"Do you have information on Marie or not?" the ever diplomatic Hank asked.

"I do," the woman replied.

"Well spill, Emma," Storm said angrily.

"Marie is dead, or out of commission for a while, at least, Rogue is very much alive."

"Make up your mind woman," Jubilee groused. "Is she dead or alive? She can't be both."

"Au contraire, she can. I can sense her life force connected to Wolverine. They are somehow linked in a bond that I myself find unfathomable. However, I can't track it. Not even Cerebro could. Whatever, or whoever has her is very powerful and shield or cloak their whereabouts. That's as much as I can tell you at this point. The rest is up to you."

She stepped out the room, but as she opened the door, she turned back, and turning her attention to Storm.

"Now you owe me. When I call, I expect you to answer," she said coldly. And with those words she walked out, leaving as quickly as she came in.

"Who the hell was that?" Jubilee asked again.

"Emma Frost, President and CEO of Frost Industries," Storm replied. "She's also one of the most powerful mutants on the face of the planet."

"Well I don't care. She's a damn bitch!"

"Jubilee! Language!" Storm reprimanded.

"Well it's true. She's cold. And I don't care if she's a telepath and can probably pick up on how I feel about her. I don't like her."

"Well you should care," Storm said.

"Why?"

"Because you now owe her; and owing Emma Frost is one dangerous position," Storm replied gravely.

So there's your next chappie. Hope you enjoy it. PyroWhore you were right, it was Emma Frost. And we haven't seen the last of her yet, the moral person that she is. (he he he). Next up, action. That is if I can actually get some time to write with my new job. Anyways, enough of my stress filled life. Toddles.