Okay, well...here is the end. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to put it up. It's been a long week but I won't bother you with the details, haha. I wanted to make it longer but I figured that I'd be murdered if I took too long, oh well!

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It had been nearly a month since the attack on Alcatraz. Several mutants had died, mostly on Magneto's account. Yet for the X-Men, they had come out fortunate. The only loss they suffered was that of Jean Grey—atleast from the battle itself. The war had led to the loss of Xavier's two earliest students, and the founder himself.

For Rogue, so many things had changed. In a desperation to gather any memories she could, her closest friends had all offered an insight into their mind. While inside her head she felt crowded, she had managed to sort through the thoughts they had, gathering together anything that had been with her. And for a true first, she had a chance to see what they all thought about her. For some reason they all thought it was their fault she had left in the first place.

Logan felt guilty that he had let her go; that it had been his fault he hadn't told her that she was like a daughter to him and that he needed her to stay. That she had to, rather than take the cure.

Bobby thought he had pushed her away somehow. He had loved her so much, yet when Kitty became his Danger Room partner, the two had become close friends. For some it could have looked like a romantic interest, but to him it wasn't—and still it came off as such to Rogue. And it seemed like he had pushed her to it.

Kitty was nearly in tears as she willingly let Rogue see that she had a deep crush on Bobby—since then it had changed to friendship, regretting it in the first place. But she had even attempted to see if Bobby would come to her.

Peter wished he had stopped her when he saw her leave, or atleast checked in with her at the bus stop rather than worrying about moving those objects around the school.

Ororo had a feeling that if she had talked to her about the 'cure' rather than leaving the room after a quick protest that she never would have left; would have understood.

Lastly there was Kurt. He had just gotten back from a Pro-Mutant Rally in Germany, and had missed the entire battle, yet had heard what had happened to her. He regretted not being there and being a help in anything. That and never telling her about the fact that he was her brother. Perhaps the biggest blow to Rogue was discovering that she had initially been adopted, the D'Ancanto's hadn't been her real parents. Her mother was Mystique, of all people. Kurt had known about her for a while, but rather than telling her he had wanted to wait until the right time. He had waited a little too late.

Yet as she returned to a regular routine, Rogue found a void. Sure, Logan and her slowly bonded again—even had a few evenings with Ben and Jerry. Bobby, Peter, Kitty, and Jubilee went out of their way to hang out with her, although she wasn't quite sure how she felt about Bobby anymore. Sure, she cared about him, but not how he wanted. Then there was Kurt, who made sure that as her older brother he'd take care of her.

Still the days seemed to go by in a blur, molding in with each other. She settled easily back into her life, yet found that things weren't the same as she ever remembered them being.

It took her a while to realize what it was. That is, until she managed to get away from everyone who thought she needed to be with them at all times. It was John. It still bugged her—they had just left him lying there. She didn't even know if he was still alive, and the thought terrified her. Yeah, there had been countless news coverage on the attacks. Yet still, no one had mentioned him—by name or mutation. The thought that he was one of those disintegrated among random others terrified her. And still, as she dreaded for nearly a week, locking herself inside her room and losing touch with everyone close to her, the most unexpected event of all happened. There was a knock on her door, as if someone was unsure if they wanted to risk talking to her.

"Come in," she muttered amongst her pillows, and was shocked as Logan entered. She had half expected it to be Kurt or Jubilee.

"Hey, Kid," he greeted gently before walking to her bed, shooing her feet as he sat at the end. "You're still in here? How many days has it been?" he asked as if he was joking, although there was worry in his voice before he sighed. "Look, could you tell me why you're not talking to anyone? There's got to be something wrong…and you never fully strung two sentences together since Alcatraz.

Frowning, Rogue shook her head before curling up into a ball. "No…I don't want to talk about it."

Sighing now, with more purpose to his tone, Logan turned back to look at her. "Listen—I was wrong. I'm not just a friend. I am like your father, and I feel like it, too. And I want to tell me what is bothering you. Take in mind, that this is a chance of a lifetime. I don't open up very often, so just trust me when I say that I'm not going to judge you."

Cringing to himself, he shook his head, wondering how he became so paternal in the first place.

Turning back to look at him, Rogue nearly laughed before giving him a hug. "I just feel so out of place," she murmured, making sure that none of her skin touched him while she tried her best not to cry. "It's almost like no one trusts me anymore…none of the students, that is."

Frowning at the idea, he shook his head. "Where'd you get that idea from? Don't worry about that, they're just scared. Everyone has been, and it's not of you. They don't know what's going on."

Pausing, he suddenly gave her a coy smile, as if he knew a secret she didn't. He didn't say anything, however, until he kissed the top of her head in a fatherly way. "You sure it doesn't have anything to do with the boy that's downstairs?"

Confused, Rogue sat back up straight before blinking. "What, you mean Bobby? Because I know that I can't have anything with him, it's too hard and confusing, and I just don't feel anything like that anymore…"

Trailing off, Logan did laugh this time. "No, I mean Flame-boy. He's downstairs, no doubt waiting for you."

Leaping off the bed, Rogue's eyes widened. "What? He's here? Why? Oh…and I look like this. Logan!" she shrieked lastly as she watched him laugh at her. "You need to go. I have to change. Tell him I'll be down in just a bit. Go!"

Chuckling still, she managed to push him out the door before making a mad dash for the closet.

By the time she finally got downstairs, having succeeded in changing her clothes and tying her hair up so it looked less of a mess, she felt herself being stopped by Bobby. He had a sad expression on his face, and was trying to think up something to say before she responded.

"Bobby…I'm sorry. I just…I don't know what I feel for you. I only feel like a friend."

Nodding his head, he didn't give any objection before pulling her to him in a hug. "I know. But promise me that you'll always be there," he whispered into her ear. "I promised that I will always love you no matter what. This is something I have to do out of love for you. Just don't let him do anything to you. I want you to be happy, that's all."

Noticing that both of them were crying now, she nodded before choking out her response. "Yes, I promise. You're my best friend, Bobby. No matter what happens, you always will be."

Pulling back, she quickly wiped her tears away and gave him an apologetic smile. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Right now I need to…"

"You just go and do what you need to."

This time her smile was grateful before she took off in the direction of the Foyer. It didn't take her long to enter the large entrance hall, even if it felt like an eternity. As she entered, however, she noticed John standing in the center. Kurt was in the corner, glaring at the boy before sending her a look.

"Do you want me to stay?" he asked, a gentle look in her direction.

Shaking her head, laughing even, Rogue assured him that she'd be all right. When the two were alone, she glanced back at the man she only remembered of being her love. The two had spent so much time together—inside her false memories along with her own real ones. And while the two stared awkwardly at each other, she managed to break the ice first.

"What are you doing here?" she murmured. He sent her a look that showed how obvious the answer to her question was.

"Let's just say it wasn't for Bobby," he muttered before glancing down at his feet. "Look, Rogue. I normally don't feel like this for anyone. I just don't want us to end like this. Do you…I mean, you don't hate me do you? I know I shouldn't have come but I couldn't stay away from you."

Looking back up for their eyes to meet, his own were begging with her to forgive him. A smile crossed her lips before she ran to him, hugging him as tightly as she could.

"John, please. I want you to stay here, with me. You're not going back, are you?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"Then stay here, with me," she whispered close to his ear.

A smile crossing his lips now, he nodded. "I will?"

"You promise?"

As if to answer her, he brought his head down to catch her lips with his own if only for a second.

"Yeah. I promise."

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Well, now, what did you think? I'm hoping to reach atleast 150 reviews. If I get enough response I might do a last epilogue thingy. Not sure at all, it's a might. But possibilities are that if I reach a certain amount of reviews, I will. Either way, I hope you enjoyed! R/R, and I will be working on some more fics, although it won't be so many seeing as school is starting. See you around!