She took him back through her recruitment, before she had met him, to the day he was recruited – a day she hadn't seen much of him in honesty. Stryker had felt it important for her to be separate from the group, especially those he didn't know how to control. Morgan showed him the files she had seen on their teammates, only having found those of herself, Wade and James. She went on to show him the day they met, from what she had experienced of their first mission together, and their lazy bar crawl of a return trip. She showed him all the missions they had been on together, the times they had reset each others limbs to stop from healing wrong. When they had laughed together camping on a stake out, their competitions of who could eat the most in one meal, how he was the only friend she had who was able to come to her room on the facility. How he would rant at her about his crazy brother and other team mates. She showed him what it was like when he left, and how she sat alone until she escaped. Ending by showing him what she had seen the night he met her most recently, her relief at finally seeing him again.

She pulled back. No she hadn't she'd been pulled back. By someone else.

Morgan gasped, before she was thrown against the other side of the room, the wall coming in to meet her with a hard thud, her head crashing against the concrete of the wall.

"Shit." she muttered.

Morgan stood up quickly, slightly disorientated from her sudden introduction to the wall. And found herself faced with a group of mutants. "Uh hey..." she started before she was met with an assault of questions.

"What did you do?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

Instead of answering, she pointed at the big guy who she guessed had pulled her away from James and had stayed quiet during his friends questioning, "You got anything to say Steroids?" He shook his head, "No?" she asked. She wiped her nose, a tickle catching her attention but looking down at her hand she saw a small trail of blood on her borrowed shirt. "Aw shit." she said, "That's gonna leave a stain."

Morgan looked over at James, who was slumped forward breathing heavily. She sighed and stepped up onto the bench seat, across the table and onto his seat, pushing him back against the wall in the same way she had been sitting earlier.

"Get off him." A voice said from behind her.

She looked over my shoulder at them, the group having followed her across the kitchen like an awkward shadow. The woman looked at the girl who had spoken, she had long black hair with two white streaks framing her face and wore long sleeves and gloves. It would have been so easy to start a fight. But she knew James wouldn't have been pleased with her if she did. So she shrugged and stepped away from him. "Sure thing." she said and chose to sit down on a chair near their table, staying close to James' side but watching the door for any other visitors.

"You guys staff here?" she asked, to which she received no reply. "Fine, if you're not gonna answer my questions, go on ask away."

The girl protective of James started first, "Who are you?"

"My name is Morgan, I'm a friend of uh Logan's."

The girl looked at her, "Sure," she said in a way that showed in her voice that she didn't believe her, but carried on anyway, something Morgan admired of the slightly frightened teen, "Bobby go get Professor Summers."

Morgan watched from her seat as one of the group, a teen with blond hair glared at her and hurried out of the room. She looked back toward James who was still passed out against the wall. He shouldn't still be asleep, so she poked him in the ribs.

"Stop that." The girl said again. But Morgan carried on until she got a grunt, to which she smiled back at the girl. So as to prove a point, she moved her hand from its place near James' chest toward his face, slapping his cheek with a loud 'Smack!'

"AH!" He shouted, suddenly conscious.

Steroids pulled her back away from James and pushed her against the wall. "My friend told you to stop touching him," he said with a thick Russian accent, "But you keep on doing the touching."

I laughed, "You gonna keep me here then?" Morgan threatened.

This time he laughed, before turning his entire body to metal. "Oh that's cool!" she exclaimed, looking over at James, "Have you seen this guy?" she asked him, who nodded his head at her tiredly. The trapped woman tapped on the metal forearm near her head, "Fucking metal."

"Language." A voice came from the door. Well she thought it came from the door, not like she could see cos of the big metal dude in front of her, Morgan peered around the Russian holding her in place to see the same man from this morning shaking with anger. She waved at him, "Oh hey specs, good to see ya again."

"Piotr let her go," the man ordered, "The Professor is on his way."

She smiled at the Russian she now knew to be Piotr. "Thanks." she said, as he turned back from his metal self. She chose to sit back in her seat, "You good Jimmy?" she whispered, low enough that no-one else would hear.

"Yeah, fine- a slight pinch, what a load of shit," he whispered back, "Calm down tight ass," he said louder to the man that had taken control of the conversation, "This is all a misunderstanding, Rogue came in at the wrong time and got confused."

The dark haired girl huffed in annoyance, "Sure sugah, and you weren't getting all veiny from her hurtin' yah."

James stood then, walking over to the girl he called Rogue and took her hand, "M'right here kid, not going anywhere." She snorted slightly, and was going to make a sarcastic comment, not really one to do mushy, but she hadn't seen James look at anyone like that before. Whoever this kid was she was obviously important to him.

"If I may," a voice came from the door, and an old man in a wheelchair entered the kitchen, "I think it's time Ms Burya and myself get properly introduced."