A/N: 2 chapters in 2 days! My muse is on a roll!!!! Woooohooooooooooooooooo!!

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He was an idiot. A stupid, full-blown, idiot. Of course she'd be with Kitty. They had been best friends, and she was Brian's god mother. Where else would she be? It didn't matter that he was looking for Piotr, his best friend and the father of his god son. He should have known. Idiot.

Gods she was beautiful, although he'd have preferred to see her with her original hair colour, that white streak a vivid contrast to all that beautiful red. But her eyes were the same, and her lips…snap out of it LeBeau! He shook his head mentally, and watched the shock on her face change to one of appreciation, as she gave him a once over.

"Well, well," she purred, running her hand over his chest. "They do grow them fine here. What's your name, handsome?"

Gambit opened his mouth, to say what, he didn't know, when he realized her eyes were not the bright green they were a few moments ago, but a clear blue. "Rogue?" he asked uncertainly.

"Not Rogue," she answered. "But you must be Gambit." She moved closer. He moved back. She grinned, a predatory grin that terrified the male in him and moved forward again. He stepped back. "Now I can understand why she keeps thinking about you. You are yummy. It must be in the water. Even that guy with the red glasses was hot."

His back hit the wall, and he gulped. A voice in his head was taunting him. The infamous Remy LeBeau, slick thief, charming ladies man, was terrified of the woman in front of him.

"Why so scared, sweetie?" she asked. "I promise I won't hurt you…much."

She tilted up to kiss him, eyes fluttering close. And in that moment, she looked just like the Rogue he had loved that he leaned down, his lips almost touching hers, when she collapsed, her hands holding her head and gasping with the pain.

"Rogue?" he bent down, intending to help her up, when she pushed him violently away, sparing one anguished look before running towards the stairs.

Remy just lay where he'd fallen wondering how her eyes had turned back to their natural green.

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It hurt to breathe, Angela thought in surprise as she burst out of the mansion. She ran into the woods, needing to get away from emotions she thought she'd buried along with her old identity.

Who are you kidding? Carol asked snidely. You've always been Rogue. Angela was just the Band-Aidon that wound.

You don't know me!

Unfortunately I do, Carol responded. I've been in your head for more than two months. I think I know you better than you even know yourself. So I know that, as much as you're trying to deny it, you're still in love with Gambit.

Because she hadn't sounded like the bitch she generally was, Angela slowed down. How do you know that? She wondered.

I'm with your thoughts for company all day. Carol snorted. How can I not know? If it wasn't for your lack of control over your powers, you'd probably be having little Gambit's by now. But you never learned to control it, did you? Her old anger resurfaced. You took away my life.

Panting, Angela came to a complete stop. I'm sorry, she said. If I could go back and change that night, I would.

But you can't, Carol responded bitterly. And now I have to pay the price.

Not just you, Carol. I'm paying too.

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Charles sighed. "If you want me to help you, Ms Danvers, you have to let me in."

"Can't help it, Charles. It's instinctive." Carol looked as frustrated as she felt.

"You need to relax," he told her.

"Well, there are two ways I usually relax," she said, grinning lazily. "Beer and sex. Since there's no alcohol in the school…" she trailed off and winked at Logan suggestively. "What do you say, Wolverine? I promise you'll enjoy it."

Logan choked. "No," he growled out.

"Suit yourself."

Charles sighed again. "Why don't we try a different technique?" he suggested mildly.

"Whatever," she sulked.

"Close your eyes, Ms Danvers," Charles ordered. "Now I want you to think about things that make you happy. A sunny day, the beach…flying." His eyes narrowed. "Think about that, the wind in your face, the joy of being weightless, of the peace in the air."

Her breath whooshed out, and she was suddenly flying. In her mind, she was heading home for a family weekend. They hardly saw each other, she and her family, and it would be nice to get away from all the stress of work. If she breathed just right, she could almost smell her mother Marie's apple pie. If she tilted her head just right, she'd hear her father and brothers' yelling at the TV, because whichever team they were rooting for was losing.

Then suddenly she was back in her prison. She looked around her in panic, only then noticing that Angela was standing there. Angela had tears trickling down her cheeks, and with a start Carol realised that her own cheeks were wet. "I'm so sorry," Angela whispered.

Carol's breath hitched. "What are you sorry for?" she snapped, voice cracking. "For taking me away from my family? For killing me? What?"

Angela took a shuddering breath. "For everything. I wanted to hurt you that night. You'd taken Ben away from me. And he was all I had. The only person in LA who understood me, who loved me. I wanted to kill you for that. But," her voice broke, "I've done the same thing to your family haven't I? I've taken away someone who was everything to them."

With a scream of rage, Carol flew at Angela hitting her over and over again. Angela didn't defend herself, nor did she retaliate. "Fight me, you bitch. Fight me!" Carol screamed.

"I can't," Angela whispered. "You're right. I do deserve to die for what I did to you."

With those words, Carol's fury spent itself. She collapsed on the ground, crying brokenly. Angela knelt next to her, hesitating. "If the Professor can't put you back in your body, you can have mine," she said softly. Carol's head jerked up. "But you have to promise not to hurt anyone else."

"I don't want your body," Carol spat out. "I want mine. And I won't promise that. The government deserves to know about the mutants in this facility. They are potential threats to national security."

"It's not a facility, it's a school!" Angela snapped back. "There are children here who fit in, who belong here when their parents, their friends turned their back on them. And you're a fine one to talk!" she rounded on Carol. "You're a mutant!"

The sound of a throat clearing stopped them. Charles stood before the two of them, looking solemn.

"Ladies," he began, "I see you started our session without me."