AN: Sorry I took such a long time updating, I'm losing my inspiration. I had only thought so far… Anywayyyyyyyy… I am really enjoying this, and FINALLY set the stage for the rest of the story. Each one of ORogue's ideas can be a chapter. She is crazy. Her gaining control of her powers just… well, she will freak out everyone in the past, that's for sure.

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2takuya: Thanks, this is more of a setting the scene chapter, so it's a lot of thinking. I'll try to make them longer from here on out.

Peace123: Thanks, hope you like this one.

Leech101: I'll try, but don't expect much. I have issues with length.

Raven34link: Yeah, they know each other. Not sure how right now, but they do. I agree with you on Pheonix, and Yeah, they married or something and the prof is dead.

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Wolf skater: Logan says he doesn't care. Well, actually he grunted and walked away. Go ahead and make your own translation off of that.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men

ORogue awoke in the infirmary late at night. She noticed that her cuts had been bandaged. This surprised her; the others had always been scared of her skin even though she had gotten control of her powers. She looked over at the side table and saw a simple outfit. It was a plain black shirt with a pair of skinny jeans. It'll do. She thought

Slowly, she made her way off the bed and out the door. It was locked. She rolled her eyes, the password never stopped her. Concentrating on her hand, she morphed it to the professor's. She easily made it through, fingerprint locks were too easy.

As she walked along the hallway, she clutched her side in pain. Then she mentally slapped herself. Hello, I can heal myself. She thought to herself. Focusing on her wounds, it only took a few seconds for the skin to cover it and the pain to stop. Her life had been so much easier since she learned how to use her powers correctly. The only downsides were the emotional bursts and random mood swings.

Most of her night had been spent going over her situation. She had finally calmed down from her little breakdown before. Besides, if she was in the past, she was gonna have some fun.

She made a list. First, she was going to embarrass Kitty as much as possible. Revenge was always sweet.

Then, she would be spending time with her brother before he grows up and becomes boring. She wasn't that big into religion.

After that, she would stop by the brotherhood and mess with their heads. Why turn down a chance to go all out with her powers. She loved being mentally unstable sometimes.

Soon after that, she would take down the Phoenix. She must have been in the past for a reason. No way would she let Forge take all the blame. This was fate. It was DESTINY!

Fifth, she would take out Logan's motorcycle for a spin. It was destroyed in the future. She had nothing to do with it. Well, maybe she did, but she wasn't telling.

Finally, she would be… Well, why should she tell you? It's gonna be a surprise.

Maybe, just maybe, she might work on getting back to the future. Or she could go flirt with a certain Cajun she was missing. She couldn't decide. She might even do both. She can decide that when she gets there, but first, she needs to eat.

She is starving.

The future isn't as prosperous as the past.

Making sure to mask her sounds, scents, and thoughts, she made her way to the kitchen. The only problem was that there was somebody already there.

Her past self was sitting at the table with her head in her hands.

Grabbing a coke, (because she didn't know where Logan kept the alcohol in this time) she sat down next to her.

"Somethin' wrong kid?"

Rogue fell out of her chair in shock. She clearly hadn't been expecting anyone, much less her older self. So, she just stared up at the woman in shock.

ORogue chuckled.

"I agree with Remy, too much make-up." She said to herself. Rogue heard, but was silent.

AN: or here. I could end it here. That would work, but you would kill me. Oh well, I want to get this up now. That's it, no more, not until you review. And I get some more ideas. Reviews will help move my brain, so… you get the idea.