Hi guys, sorry you've had such a long wait! I've just not had the time for fanfiction with everything that's been going on in my life right now. This chapter is quite short and I've not re-read it to check for mistakes but I just wanted to let everyone know that this story is by no means finished and I will continue writing when I find time (which I will do my best to make more time in my schedule for FF) I am looking for a beta to help speed up the process so if anyone is up for it please let me know! Thanks to everyone who R&R the last chapter I'm hoping to get the next up within a week... hopefully...

"What the hell happened?" You said there would be no lasting side effects. She was barely with him for five minutes and she was acting as if her brain were about to fucking explode!" Mystique had laid Rogue on her bed before calling Magneto and Blindspot to her daughter's room. As soon as they had arrived she started ranting at Blindspot as the mutant tried to check Rogues memories.

"Her subconscious is stronger than I've ever seen before, she's fighting the memories that I've implanted into her mind." Blindspot said through clenched teeth.

"Well how do you suggest we fix this? We can't have her brain exploding every time she sees a bloody X-Man!" Mystique continued to rant.

"Mystique, my dear, as heart-warming as your concern for your daughter is will you please, BE QUIET!" Magneto glared at the blue mutant before him as she continued to seethe, albeit now silently. "Blindspot, is there a way of fixing this problem?"

Blindspot rose from her spot next to Rogue and spoke to Magneto directly, "we'll have to keep her away from the X-Men for now, after a few days her mind should accept the new memories."

"Right, then that is what we shall do." Magneto turned abruptly and left the two females glaring at each other over the top of the unconscious Rogue.

X

Rogue awoke several hours later to the same dingy, depressing room she had woken in earlier that day. She groaned and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Her gaze drifted around the small room; she didn't think she could ever get used to it. She would never feel at home here; it was too … impersonal, too military. Sighing she rubbed her face and swung her legs over the edge of the mattress; to say her head hurt would be an understatement. She tried to remember what happened but her memory was fuzzy… she remembered Remy; they were in the kitchen… no they were playing cards in his room. Her cheeks grew warm as the memories of his searing kisses flooded back to her but then she remembered Logan bursting in and the fight breaking out. Then they were arguing… Mystique was there too… after that everything was black.

She stood a little too quickly causing her head spin. Slowly she made her way to her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Feeling slightly better, she decided to find Remy and find out what happened after she blacked-out.

She knocked on his door lightly at first, when he did not answer she tried again. Eventually she surmised that he wasn't in his room and made her way down to the kitchen to try her luck there. At the very least she could get a glass of water to make herself feel better. As she grew closer to the kitchen she could hear voices coming from within; one belonged to Piotr and the other belonged to Remy. For reasons she couldn't explain she hung back to hear what they were saying.

"What is wrong, my friend? You are unusually quiet this evening." Piotr asked Remy. It was quiet for a moment before Remy answered the Russian.

"You ever get de feeling t'ing are spinning out of yo'r control?" He sounded so hopeless that it made Rogues chest ache.

"Far too often for my liking I think. Does this have anything to do with the new girl; Rogue?"

"Is Remy dat obvious?" She could hear the smile in his voice but at the same time she could still feel the hopelessness that lingered there.

"I must say it was hard not to notice the way you were looking at her this morning."

"Heh, what can I say? Always was a sucker for a pretty face."

"There is more to it than that, is there not?"

"You can read Remy far too well for my liking mon ami." There was a pause; Rogue inched closer to the door so she could hear them better even though she was still unsure as to why she was eavesdropping in the first place. "It's my fault she's here. De reason she's in danger." He sighed loudly. Rogue heart hammered inn her chest as she wondered what danger she could possibly be in here. "Don't know what dey done t' her head but it ain't good, I'm worried it might be doing some serious damage. Remy's de one dat snatched her from her home and handed her over t' dose monsters."

"It is not your fault Remy, you know as well as anyone that if Magneto wants something he will get."

"Still, don't know what Remy was t'inking, bringing her here." Rogue heard a chair scrape across the floor and her heart leaped into her throat. "I'm gonna put in a few hours training, see ya later homme." Rogue quickly looked around the hallway for somewhere to hide a spotted a door a few feet away. She ran for it and quickly, but as quietly as she could, closed the door behind her; praying that he didn't see her. The room was dark and she held her breath as she heard footsteps pass the door. Once it was quiet and she was sure she had not been spotted she let herself sink to the floor.

Her head was spinning. They had done something to her, but what? She didn't feel any different since coming here and she hadn't suddenly changed her views on the world as far as she could tell. She felt sick. She thought she could trust these people; that they would give her a better life than the X-Men. A sharp pain shot through her head causing her to press her hands over her ears and grind her teeth till it passed.

It was then that the realisation hit her. The headaches; of course… but they told her that was a side-effect of removing the psyches. -Well duh! If they had wanted ta mess with mah head that would be an easy excuse to feed meh. Gawd Ah'm so stupid!- she seethed to herself in the darkness. Her mind was so busy processing the information she didn't her the footsteps approach till the door was opened and a blinding light suddenly flickered to life.

"Rogue… are you alright?" Rogue looked up to see Piotr looking down at her; his face a map of confusion and concern. She studied his expression looking for the deceit that was surely hidden just behind his concern. When she did not answer him he knelt down in front of her. "You are not looking so well, I can take you down to the med lab if you wish"… she still gave him no answer and his concern only seemed to grow. As weary as she was, she could not she through his lies. She genuinely wanted to believe that he cared about her. "Stay here, I shall get Gambit." He rose to his feet slightly flustered.

"NO! No, Ah'm alright. Sorry… Ah've just got a headache is all."

"Oh... well there are medicines in the kitchen for such things. Please, take a comfier seat. I shall be right back." He pointed to a set of sofas positioned in front a very large TV. Rogue nodded and made her way over to them as Piotr left the room. She let herself drop into the nearest sofa as a numb feeling took over her body; she didn't want to believe that she was in danger. She didn't want to believe that Piotr and the others had any intentions to hurt her. Piotr was too kind and while John was crazy, she didn't think he would ever hurt her seriously. And then there was Remy… could he be lying to her? She thought he cared… possible even had feelings for her… but he said he had taken her from her home. That's not how she remembered it so why would he say that?

Piotr returned to the room with a box of pain killers and a glass of water. He set them on the small table next to Rogue then switched on the table lamp before turning off the main lights.

"When I get headaches it makes me feel much better to sit in a dull room. But perhaps sitting on the floor in the pitch black was not such a good idea, I could have squashed you." He smiled at her as he turned the TV on with the volume right down. She offered him a small smile back; there was no way this man wanted to do her harm, she decided. That meant she would have to keep quiet about what she had overheard till she could figure out who were her friends and who were her enemies.

Yeah so like I said very short chapter... I'll go write more for the next one now!

Aza xx