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Chapter Twelve of
Taunting Repartee- RM'd
Blurred Vision
Rogue let out a groan as she felt a hand rocking her shoulder.
"Oh, my sister," Kurt said, part said, part sung. "Mr. McCoy told me to remind you that we are playing baseball this afternoon," he said as her eyes flung open. "Time to wake up," he said.
"Huh?" she asked, confused, as she took in her surroundings. She was- in her adopted bedroom, wearing her pajamas? "What time is it?" she asked as she glanced over at the clock.
"It's almost one," Kurt said as she saw the clock read; 12:52pm. "You've been asleep all morning," he protested.
"I- I have?" she asked bewildered as she glanced around the room.
"Yeah, Logan was letting you sleep in," he said as she saw there was no table, no chairs, no mess at all. "Something about you needing to catch up on rest. But the Professor just got back and said there can be too much of a good thing and that you shouldn't sleep all day," he said.
"Ah- yeah," she said as she threw the covers off of her. "I just need to get dressed," she said as she walked over to her dresser. She looked over at the wall and, no, no hole. It was like Magneto was never even in her room.
If she had been asleep all morning, had he been?
But she had asked Magneto if she was awake and he had yes. Had he lied?
When she was asleep and she spoke with Erik, his fragment remembered their conversations and they would often continue them once she was awake. But if this Magneto was a manifestation of her subconscious, like a normal dream, then no, he wouldn't remember the conversation. Then it wasn't real, it didn't matter and he couldn't be held responsible for what a fake version of him told her, right? Her head hurt all over again for an entirely new reason.
She walked up to where the hole had been and felt the wall with her bare fingers. She felt nothing out of the ordinary. The wall was just the wall. A thought she had earlier played in her mind and she knocked on the wall. No, it was just sheetrock. No beam, no metal.
So, none of that was real?
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, bewildered at her strange behavior.
"I just- I just had the most vivid dream," she said, running a hand through her hair, which she realized was down loose and not up in a ponytail as it had been in her sleep. "It felt so real," she commented.
"What happened?" Kurt asked.
"Magneto showed up," she said as she walked back over to her dresser. She noted the shoe box on top of it and realized they were her new sneakers.
"Here?" he asked, alarmed, breaking her train of thought.
"Yeah, Prof was out and I was alone with him," she said as she opened the middle drawer and collected some items, placing them on top of the dresser. "Jean came to check on me and she ended up getting hurt by Magneto," she said as she kept piling what she needed on top of the dresser.
"Not good," he commented.
"Scott was so mad at me and Logan wouldn't let me outta his sight. You and Kitty were practically acting like my bodyguards in case he-... came back. And I just felt guilty for putting everyone through all of that," she said.
"That sounds awful," he said.
"Yeah, it was," she said.
"Thank goodness it was just a dream," he said, relieved.
"Yeah, I- I guess," she said as she closed the middle one. She turned back to look at him. "And this is the first time you've come up here today?" she asked.
"Ja. Logan said to let you sleep. So, we did," he answered.
Rogue recalled from her dream- from earlier?- how Magneto had his eye on the bottom drawer of her- She quickly reached down and pulled at the bottom drawer. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she felt no resistance and the drawer easily slid open. She stared, dumbfounded, as it was empty.
"Did you forget something?" he asked.
"Hmm, guess not," she said, thoroughly confused as she closed the empty drawer. "It just- It felt so real, Kurt," she said, unable to shake her discomfort.
"Maybe talk to the Professor about it?" he suggested.
"Yeah, yeah," she said as she scooped up her clothes. "Good idea," she said as she marched toward the bathroom. "Thanks," she said before excusing herself to get dressed.
About forty minutes later, after Rogue had been ported out to the baseball field by her brother, the entire household participated in the game, while Rogue and the Professor sat some distance away talking: the Professor in his chair and Rogue on the ground beside him. She was in jeans and didn't mind the feel of grass beneath her as she sat cross-legged, looking up at the Professor as she spoke.
"Sorry, it just- it felt so real," Rogue said astonished after she had finished relaying the most fear-inducing aspects of her dream to the Professor. Once he had an idea of just how detailed it was, he had asked her to relay most of what was said word-for-word and Rogue had obliged.
She had left out a few key details, any mention of Erik's physical affections for her and the last conversation she'd had with the fragment before entering the common room. Something about admitting she wished no one would remember Magneto being in the mansion, caused a warning bell to go off in her head. In the back of her mind, despite the lack of a shred of evidence that what she had seen was anything more than a dream, she still felt it prudent to hold back that part of the conversation. Magneto's words, thanking her for her discretion, caused the omission.
Even without those, she watched his eyes flare with emotions, especially when she relayed her dream's iteration of Magneto's offer. Though he did not comment while she spoke. He sat patiently as he listened.
"Vivid indeed," the Professor agreed, only after she had finished.
"Yeah, I just- I can't shake it," she said.
"With good reason. Most of that sounds… rather plausible," he said. "Well, aside from Magneto turning invisible," he said as he held his chin. "Though what Hank said to you rings true," he added. "And if that is a skill within his repertoire, he certainly wouldn't have disclosed that to me," he finished before a thoughtful expression crossed his face. "You hadn't told me about the bus," he pointed out.
"I haven't really had a chance to," Rogue shrugged.
"Fair point," he said. "So, one driver ignored you entirely and once you were on the other bus the string pulled itself at the stop near the cafe," he reiterated.
"Ah-huh," she nodded.
"Anything else I should know?" he asked before she glanced down, away from him.
"About Magneto, yeah, a lot, probably-" she deflected.
"That wasn't what I meant," he said.
"I don't- I don't think so," she said, shaking her head, lying for the first time in their conversation. Though she managed to hold his gaze as she did. He eyed her, but only for a moment.
"Alright," he said, taking her at her word. "What was the dream like before it took a turn? When it was just you and Magneto alone in that room?"
"We played chess," she said.
"How many games?"
"Just one," she shrugged. "And I won," she smiled.
"Now, I'm certain you were dreaming," he said humorously. She let out a short laugh, half amused, half offended. She knew it didn't come from a malicious place.
"I didn't beat him outright," she grinned while rolling her eyes.
"The how?" he asked.
"I remembered what you said about his ego. So, I started by making him play white, putting us on a-"
"More even playing field," he finished thoughtfully. He looked as if he had wished he'd tried that.
"Yeah," she said with a nod. "Then I kinda annoyed him and was talking to him. I just kept him distracted so he didn't have time to think. I managed to get his queen off the board before he figured it out," she said.
"Manipulating his emotions to cripple his advantages. Very clever," he commented. "Now, I am going to need you to promise me you'll never try that against him in reality," he said seriously.
"Why?" she asked. "I mean, aside from the fact that'll only work once," she said with a slight grin.
"Rogue, it's that sort of play that'll keep enticing him to seek out your company. After watching you two interact outside the school yesterday, I believe he may genuinely like your personality as much as you like his," he said.
"Well, yeah," she said, like that was a given. "I know me and him get along. I've been talking to him for months," she said.
"Yes, yes, that's true, isn't it?" he asked as he looked away from her. "Should we address the elephant in the room?" he asked, switching subjects. Rogue blinked. She was kind of hoping that what she told him from her dream was enough, that they wouldn't have to-
"You didn't intend to take advantage of my vulnerability," she said.
"No, I did not. Nevertheless, I apologize," he said earnestly.
"Thanks," she said with a soft smile. "I don't regret joining the X-Men," she said.
"As you've said," he said.
"I just-" she hesitated- not wanting to hurt his feelings.
"If you had the mental stability then that you have now, you don't believe you would've joined us," he repeated.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Do you want to go live with your brother?" he asked.
"That would mean saying yes to Magneto," she said as she watched his eyes light up with interest.
"Because Graydon works for Magneto?" he asked.
"Ah-huh," she confirmed.
"I see," he said. "Emma what?" he asked after a brief pause. She blinked as she realized he was asking for her surname.
"Frost," she answered.
"The telepath," he sighed, a hint of regret in his tone.
"You've met her?" she asked.
"I tried to recruit her. This was years ago. She was still in college," he said.
"She and Gray got together their freshman year," she said.
"That explains why she said no. Magneto got to her first," he mused, his gaze no longer on her, like he was trying to figure out how that was possible.
"And I- ah- I kinda isolated myself from 'em, ya know, the rest of my family, when I joined the X-Men," she said.
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully. "Which is one of the reasons why you're considering Magneto's offer," he said.
"Yeah, but it's weird. Like, y'all haven't done anything wrong. I love living here. I love spending time with Kurt. I really like Logan," she said. "Don't- don't tell him I said this, but spending time with him is like spending time with my dad again," she said.
"I'll keep that to myself," he promised. "And he's fond of you as well."
"I know," she smiled. I- I don't have a reason ta leave," she said.
"Only an opportunity to go somewhere else," he said.
"Yeah," she said.
"It means you have options. Options are good," he said.
"For me, maybe," she shrugged.
"I'd say the sentiment is shared," he said.
"How do ya mean?" she asked.
"I really was touched by what you said last night about fighting for my vision of peaceful mutant-human coexistence. Magneto summarized it perfectly in your dream. You do have loved ones on both sides of this fight. Rogue, you do have tangible valid reasons to ally yourself with myself or Magneto. And if the tipping point in your decision comes down to ideology? Well, then it would be my honor to have you here fighting with us," he said warmly.
"I do wanna think about it more," she admitted. "Is that okay?" she asked.
"Absolutely," he said. However, they both knew he had little choice but to be supportive of her.
"Thanks," she said, regardless.
"And should it come to it, I will gladly speak to Magneto on your behalf," he said.
"No offense, Prof, but I think that'd make it worse," she said.
"Alright," he conceded. "But should there be anything I can do to help, you've only to ask," he said.
"Thanks," she repeated, smiling at him. He returned her warm expression before taking a deep breath.
"Shall we join the others?" he asked.
"Yeah, okay," she said as she stood and they started to make their way toward the baseball field. The new sneakers, the Professor had picked up for her this morning, were pinching at her feet. She was hoping she could break them in a little before school on Monday. She hated having to break into new shoes. It's why she wore her combat boots everywhere. They were already broken in and incredibly comfortable. The last time she had worn out the soles, Irene had taken them to be fixed, rather than purchase a new pair.
But on the other hand, there was Magneto and what he could do with steel-toes …
Feeling her face flush, she glanced over at the baseball field, needing a distraction from her own thoughts. From the looks of it, it seems the New Mutants and X-Men were split up and the teams were a mix of both, rather than pitting the older students against the new mutants. A good move, she observed.
Scott was covered in a mountain of Jamies on first base. Kitty was phasing through trying to find the ball, so she could tap Scott out while he was unable to move. Kurt was porting from base to base, making his way to home plate as Ray and Jubliee were firing at each other in the outfield. Jean was lifting several Jamie's at once, though she seemed to be struggling, more than usual. She looked like she was in pain.
"Is she okay?" Rogue asked the Professor.
"She has a migraine," he answered. Rogue felt her eyes widen. "Bobby pegged her in the head with a ball during the first inning," he added immediately, to alleviate her concern.
"Am I being paranoid?" she asked.
"No, you're just afraid of Magneto," he said kindly. "Volatile combination," he reminded her. "Very volatile," he said, drawing out his first word.
"Yeah, I think you're right about that," she said. "But," she said as she stopped walking.
"Rogue," he said as he turned to face her again. "I noticed the other's reactions to your willingness to engage with Magneto in your dream and well in reality as well," he said.
"And?" she asked.
"Despite everything he's done, I'll always consider him a friend. And before he took such an interest in you, had he returned to the institute to stay, I would have considered it," he said.
"But not now?" she asked.
"No, not now," he said sadly.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Several reasons," he said vaguely while eyeing her.
She kept her face fixed on his, her curious expression unwavering. She wanted to know what he was getting at. And she still wasn't prepared to tell him about the full extent of her and Erik's relationship. Though she understood he was fishing again, giving her another opportunity to tell him what he already suspected. He held her gaze for a long moment before he smiled kindly.
"If I did," he said, his voice taking on a lighter tone, "I suppose you two would be fighting over that room," he finished and grabbed the joystick on his wheelchair, ready to face it forward and return to the others.
Rogue blinked, replaying his comment in her head.
"Huh?" she asked out loud before she could help it. The Professor was in mid-turn before his wheelchair stopped.
"I assumed you knew," he said, a hint of astonishment and concern in his tone as he turned to face her yet again.
"No, I," she said, her mind racing trying to understand. This felt- she was living in Erik's old bedroom. Her adopted space, the room she had come to covet as her own was his?
"Was it Erik's idea?" he asked.
"Ah-huh," she nodded. "I just liked that it had its own bathroom," she shrugged.
"It was his favorite feature as well," the Professor said. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"I just- no?" she questioned as her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to figure out what she was feeling. "This feels like a manipulation but I don't understand why," she said frustrated. She needed to move, so she started walking slowly toward the others. They were still a bit of distance between them and the baseball field, she had time to-
"Perhaps he didn't realize you were unaware," he suggested, playing devil's advocate for his oldest friend, as he moved to her side.
"No, he's in my head, he knows what I know," Rogue dismissed while she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Perhaps, it was merely nostalgia," he offered next.
"Maybe?" she questioned. But then why hadn't he told her outright? It was a strange detail to omit. And it wasn't like him to act without cause. No, there had to be a reason. Something she didn't know, something she didn't understand. She shook her head in frustration. "I gotta think about this more," she said.
"Alright," he said. "If I may make a suggestion," he said gently.
"Way ahead of ya, Prof. I'm sleeping in me and Kitty's room tonight," she said.
"Alright," he said, his tone neutral. Though, she knew him well enough to know he was pleased.
A seed of distrust had been planted in her mind against Magneto, even if it was only his fragment. Still, it was a win for the Professor, another reason for her to stay, rather than leave. That truth wasn't lost on her. For a brief second, she considered that maybe he was lying to her- but no. She dismissed it as rapidly as the thought occurred. If Magneto couldn't lie to her, neither could the Professor, for the same reason; trust. It took time to build, and seconds to destroy. Both men coveted her abilities and what she could bring to their teams; versatility, redundancy, and a mind being trained by one of the greatest strategic masterminds on the planet.
Which had to be why she was so wary of this new revelation. There had to have been a motivation for him to place her in that room. But what it was was lost on her at that moment.
"And Rogue," the Professor said, pulling her from her thoughts, before she looked down at him. "Do keep me informed of any other strange dreams you may have," he said.
"Why?" she asked. Not that she was against telling him, but like Magneto, the Professor usually had a reason for the requests he made, and she was curious about his motivations.
"A person's subconscious will often take that which is troubling them and manifest those concerns while they're asleep. I believe the reason why your dream was especially vivid was because of your perfect memory," he explained. She glanced away from him for a second as she thought about that.
"Yeah, that makes sense," she agreed.
"It's both a blessing and a curse," he continued. "A curse for how utterly plausible it was, how real it felt. On the other hand, it did offer you true insight about the situation," he finished before he turned and resumed their trek across the field. "Remarkable, really," he added.
"And why do I suddenly feel like a test subject?" she asked dryly, placing her hand on her hip and he laughed in response.
"Not quite what I was going for," he said. "Though I apologize if that's how I came off," he said.
"It's okay," she sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, knowing again there was no malice in his intent. His curiosity may help her comprehend her powers more fully. Not the worst trait to have in a mentor. It was one of the reasons she had gone along with Erik's fragment, even when he didn't have her trust.
"I'm still- I'm still learning about my powers," she said.
"As are we all," he said, smiling up at her. She smiled back.
After that, they journeyed in silence. She assumed he was giving her time to think. It wasn't lost on her that he was providing her what she had requested of Magneto and now him; time. All of it felt like an elaborate game of chess, her life transforming into one long strategic exercise.
Though, hadn't it always been one?
She stopped walking for a brief moment as the thought popped into her head.
Yes, actually, it had been. Since her powers had manifested. Both the X-Men and the Brotherhood had wanted her on their teams. Mystique had scored the first victory with her in Mississippi, as she had successfully portrayed the X-Men as mutant hunters. A stupid play, ultimately, because of how her powers actually worked. However, her mother hadn't fully appreciated how much knowledge she gained from absorbing others. Neither had Magneto, or he would have begun her training while she was still in the Brotherhood. As her dream had stated, she never would have left.
And then the truth came out, she had switched sides and any thought of leaving the X-Men had been erased from her mind after finding out about Kurt. Well, until Magneto came with his offer.
The rest was all fairly recent. And the only true difference was her. If she had been more competent in the beginning, if she knew how to play the game, then she wouldn't have been anyone's pawn, but rather… a Queen.
"Hmm, Prof," she said as she looked over at him. He had been sitting next to her patiently waiting for her to speak.
"Yes, Rogue?" he asked as he met her gaze.
"Can I be on Kurt's team?" she asked.
"Yes, of course, you can," he smiled knowingly.
"Thanks," she said before running off to join her brother by the bleachers.
There was still this little nagging feeling in the back of her mind, a warning bell, telling her not to drop her guard. She took a deep breath and tried to repress it. At least for the next hour or so. So, she could enjoy the game and enjoy spending time with her brother.
'Change of plans… Tomorrow,' Magneto's words ringed in her head.
This meant, that even if it wasn't a dream, she should be able to safely enjoy the rest of the day. If anything was going to happen, it would be tomorrow.
The following day Rogue sat in the common room, grateful the mood in the room was- well, not good- The quiet was nice. It was a strict contrast to her dream from the day before. Though, she had to admit she was still a bit shaken from the experience. Everything that had happened since had alluded that it was only a dream. Still, she hadn't been able to bring herself to spend any time alone since. Sleeping in her and Kitty's room last night had been the right call. She found comfort in her roommate's presence.
Logan's words of telling her to stick close were staying with her and after the Professor had explained her dream to him, Logan had forgoed his plans of leaving the institute for a ride and was instead, sitting on the recliner across from her reading a newspaper.
The Professor had also allowed her to skip the morning's Danger Room session. If anyone had bothered to ask, he would have stated she turned in one of her slips. However, she, Logan, and the Professor understood the real reason. So, she sat in the common room with Logan, the others busy with training, as she attempted to read from her history textbook. She was barely taking in the material.
"Am I being ridiculous?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Kid, it's alright," he said as he turned to the next page. He was in full uniform, and it belie the casual nature of his lounging on the couch, acting as if it were a typical early afternoon. He was in casual wear, a Canadian Tuxedo, practically, the addition of a flannel shirt breaking up all the denim.
"That wasn't a no," she pointed out.
"Look," he sighed. "Magneto showed up twice in two days and he promised ya he was gonna show up again. It'd be stupid if ya weren't scared," he said.
"Thanks," she said, finding it oddly comforting to have her fears validated.
"Don't mention it," he said. "And if he lays a hand on ya again, I'm gonna gut him," he said.
"I mean, ya could try," she said, knowing he wouldn't get far for his effort.
"Then how come ya asked me to keep watch over ya?" he asked.
"Hmm, well," she stalled, knowing he wouldn't like the reason.
"It 'cause I remind ya of your dad?" he asked and she felt her eyes widen and her face turn red with embarrassment. They really were alike. Even though his tone was rough, she knew there was a chance he was merely teasing her, like her dad used to. And it was hiding behind the newspaper, she couldn't tell which it was. Only his face would give away his true feelings.
"Prof said he wasn't gonna tell ya," she complained.
"He didn't," he said firmly. "Figured it out all on my own," he said.
"Oh," she said as she leaned back against the couch "I'm sorry?"
His response was a low growl followed by a begrudging, "It's fine." It only took a moment to realize the growl wasn't directed at her, but rather the thought of her father. "Look, kid," he said after a sigh. "They're ain't a lot people who'd willingly torture themselves just to keep me from worrying about someone. That ain't nothing," he said.
"Huh?" she asked, before quickly realizing the Professor must have told him about her search through Magneto's memory on his behalf. "Oh, hmm, I just- I didn't wanna make ya worry for no reason, ya know? If something was wrong, I wanted to be sure before-"
"Yeah, I get it and ah… thanks," he said. "But never pull that shit again," he said firmly and she couldn't help her smile in response. "Got it?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"Alright," he said.
She glanced back down at her textbook and realized she wasn't going to get any reading done. Maybe relaxing some more wasn't the worst idea?
"Wanna watch something?" she asked.
"Like what?" he grunted.
"I don't know," she said before a thought occurred. "Do we actually have 'Mission Impossible' two?" she asked. "'Cause I watched the first one yesterday, I could go for watching the sequel," she said.
"We didn't watch a movie last night," Logan said.
"In my dream, I did," she said. He pulled down the newspaper to finally look at her.
"And you remember the whole movie?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well, yeah, I watched it," she said as he folded the paper. "Most of it. I fell asleep at the end," she said. "I mean, that's when I woke up," she corrected herself.
"Huh?" he huffed as he stood and walked over and crouched in front of the TV. He opened up the compartment beneath the television. "Yeah, we got it right here," he said, pulling out the VHS.
"I guess I knew that already," she said, though she couldn't recall when she had first seen the VHS tape in the common room for it to appear in her memory.
"We got the first one-" he said. "Nah, it's just the box," he said.
"What's in the VCR?" she asked. She heard him click a button and the VHS tape popped out of the player.
"Mission Impossible One," he answered before he looked back at her and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Please tell me I'm being paranoid," she said, seeking reassurance, hoping she was overreacting.
"No, you're not," he said as he stood. "Come on. Let's go find Chuck. He should be done by now," he said.
"Done with what?" she asked as she stood off of the couch.
"Checking everyone's minds for any signs of alterations," he said as he headed toward the exit.
"But Prof said," she mumbled.
"He didn't wanna scare ya unless we confirmed anything. But we've had issues, right?" he asked as he turned to look at her. "So, yeah, he's checking," he said before he held up the VHS tape. "And this. This is kind of a big deal," he said before heading toward the exit. "So, let's go find him," he said before he started walking.
"Okay," she said nervously, following him out of the room.
It didn't take long to locate the Professor.
"Logan, Rogue, I was just looking for you both," the Professor said, as they converged in the hallway between the common room and the Professor's office.
"Chuck, we gotta problem," Logan said.
"More than one, I'm afraid," the Professor. "Rogue has visitors," he informed them.
"Graydon and Emma?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Did you find anything?" Logan asked. The Professor's shifted from hers to the Logan's. "I told her, she knows," he added.
"No, I haven't found a hint of any mental tampering," he said.
"But they're here. What're the chances?" she asked.
"Yes, about that," the Professor said, looking at her again. "I'm curious, Rogue, did you have any indication that you may see your brother this weekend before yesterday morning?" he asked.
"Well, yeah," she said.
"Please elaborate," he ordered gently.
"So, remember when I said I checked in with 'em Friday morning?" she asked, the Professor nodded. "Emma said they had a business trip this weekend, but they didn't know where they were going. I figured it had to be for Magneto," she said.
"Hence, you were anticipating their arrival," he said thoughtfully.
"Ah-huh," she said.
"Rogue, when you informed me that Magneto had no memories of Captain America, Logan permitted me to review his memories for signs of tampering, which I did find," he said. Her eyes widened as her gaze shifted to Logan's, another low growl escaping him. "They did rescue a small boy in Poland, who was not Magneto. The alteration was perhaps thirty seconds, modifying a pre-existing memory."
"Oh," Rogue said with a hint of regret. Maybe she should've told the Professor about her suspicions as soon as they had formed? Yes, next time she would, she decided.
"Regarding Scott and the others on Friday afternoon, what they experienced was an illusion," the Professor continued. "They thought you were in the car. But after a brief scan of their memories, I easily spotted it," he said.
"Okay," she said thoughtfully. She almost wanted to review Magneto's resources to figure out who was responsible for each instance but thought better of it. That was why she was a threat, her access to his knowledge. The Professor, now aware of the tactics in Magneto's arsenal, should be able to defend against them, without her having to do anything.
"I have, since our conversation yesterday, reviewed everyone's memories of yesterday morning and there is nothing to suggest that any memories were altered," he finished. Rogue wanted to be relieved but still, something in the back of her mind wouldn't allow it. It didn't explain the tape. One glance at Logan and it was clear they were thinking the same thing.
"Chuck, you're sure. There's no chance?" he asked.
"None," he said confidently. "Rogue, your abilities are truly extraordinary. I believe, in the short time you've taken studying strategic management, your subconscious has absorbed far more knowledge than either of us anticipated," he said.
"So, I predicted this?" she asked.
"I believe so," he said.
"It felt so real," she couldn't help but repeat herself.
"I know, but there is no proof to suggest it was anything besides a dream," the Professor said.
"Except this," Logan said, holding out the tape.
"I'm afraid, I'm not following," the Professor said.
"I'll tell him, go talk to your brother," Logan offered.
"Thank you," Rogue said before she took off toward the Professor's office.
"Rogue, there in-" the Professor started to say as she blinked.
"You're office, right?" she asked as she looked at him again.
"Yes," he answered surprisingly.
"I knew that," she said, a little astonished as she realized he hadn't told her. She simply knew.
"So, you did," he agreed with the same astonishment in his tone. "We will have that review of your powers. Soon," he said.
"Thank you," she said before she turned to leave.
'You're capable of so much more than you think,' Erik's words played in her head.