Author's Chapter Notes:
Well! It certainly has been awhile since my last update (curse you, holiday madness!). I hope you all had a lovely Christmas holiday, and Happy New Year!

Long chapter ahead with lots of plot development and some violence towards the end. Enjoy!
Over the next several weeks, Rogue was content to spend her days assisting her examiners with various tasks. Sometimes she was put into the testing room with members of the X-Men, where she would spend hours helping her examiners with their work. They said she was helping them, but Rogue imagined they were allowing her to take a small portion of revenge for how the X-Men had tortured her. She ignored the wicked lies her so-called teammates spouted as she tested them. People would say anything to avoid having her test them. But they only lied until she started touching them. Then they either screamed, or were silent. Teeth clenched with agony as she pulled their strength and powers from them, biofeedback machines beeping and whirring in the otherwise silent exam room. She was thankful for the suppression chip they had implanted in her which prevented her from being subject to the test subjects' thoughts and memories and powers. The examiners would scribble and type frantically as she touched the mutants, eager to record every detail of the tests. They would ask her to stop before she pulled too much from them. Though Rogue might want to kill them for what they'd done to her, her examiners didn't want her to finish them just yet. There were, after all, many more tests to complete.

The one called Shadowcat had pleaded with her more than the blonde man and white haired women had. The two of them had tried only briefly to persuade Rogue to let them go, but gave up quickly once she touched them and the tests began. They weren't like Shadowcat who kept begging Rogue to remember who she was and to fight back. But Rogue ignored her too. She knew exactly who she was, and exactly who she was fighting.

Other times her examiners had her test mutants other than the X-Men. It was important work they were doing, and the more she could help, the more her compliance would be rewarded. The number of mutants she'd worked with was too many for her to count now, but she paid it no mind. Her examiners knew what was best, and she would continue to test as many mutants as they needed her to. She did wonder why her examiners never had her test the Wolverine like she had the other X-Men. But she quickly put that from her mind. She was not eager to face him again.

After the tests of the day were complete, Rogue would come back to her room, do some light exercises to keep in shape, and wait for her evening meal. Some days, she was allowed a book to read. When she tired from the days' events, she would sleep.

Some nights she dreamed. Dreams with strange scenes, of Rogue working alongside her enemies, the X-Men. She supposed her dreams were just pieces of the day her brain put together after being subject to their lies, but she couldn't help but marvel at the remarkable continuity of those particular dreams. They weren't like other dreams, where disjointed events crammed themselves together in some semblance of a logical flow. It was more like they were memories. But that couldn't be. The X-Men were here enemies.

Some nights she dreamed of the dark intense man called Wolverine. In contrast to her memories where he had abducted her from Laughlin City when she'd been a girl, and conspired with the other X-Men to use her as a conduit to attempt to forcefully turn humans into mutants, in her dreams he was kind to her. Touched her gently, then fiercely, made her smile and made her body sing with pleasure. He filled her wish such enjoyable emotions and feelings. When she woke from those dreams, heart racing with phantom pleasure, hips arching desperately in search of the feeling of him sinking deep within her, she felt confused. But soon, the confusion passed as her examiners gave her another task, another mutant to test.

Now, as she bolted upright from her latest dream, heart racing, breasts and clit aching from unresolved longing, she tried to think about why she kept having these dreams. She supposed it was because he was an attractive man. Despite the fact that he'd stalked and tortured her relentlessly, he was still a powerful, commanding male.

In spite of the thrill of fear that went through her, Rogue idly thought of Wolverine as she brought one hand beneath the elastic band of her sweatpants and slowly stroked her center, desperate to ease the unresolved ache that had started with her dream. She'd had no release for weeks, not since she had been allowed to mate with Sabertooth. She had known that Wolverine was enraged at their coupling. But why he had been so incensed and violent, she did not understand. Why would someone who had tortured her so much care that she mated with a strong, fierce male? Maybe if she was compliant enough they would allow her to mate with Sabertooth again.

In her dreams, Wolverine's hazel eyes had flashed gold, pooled dark with arousal as they fucked fiercely in his bed. She closed her eyes and tried to recapture the feeling of the dream, stroking her clit slowly with one finger, she brought her other hand to her breast to roll one hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. She imagined it was his hand cupping her breast, his strong fingers dipping into her wet heat to ready her for the slow steady invasion of his cock. She thought of his heated gaze, the feral beast lingering just below the surface waiting for his moment to emerge and dominate. She let out a moan as her fingers continued to stroke and pleasure spiraled outwards from her center, spreading languorously to her limbs.

Just as she was nearing her peak, she heard a muffled sort of sound coming from the hallway, then the click of the lock at her door disengage. She let out an exasperated sigh as she moved her hand away from her aching clit. She had been so close. Quickly righting her clothing, she felt a stab of shame for thinking of a man who tortured her while trying to bring herself to orgasm. Rogue swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, running her ringers through her sleep mussed hair. She stifled a yawn then frowned. It was odd for her examiners to come to her quarters while she was sleeping. Normally, they would come to her after she'd had her morning meal.

The door slowly swung open and revealed the towering, naked form of the Wolverine. His claws were extended and he was breathing heavily. He sniffed the air several times and then gave a wicked grin as he spotted Rogue near her bed. Rogue felt fear slam into her as he slowly started towards her, placing one heavily muscled thigh in front of the other until he was directly in front of her.

"What?" He rasped out, lips raised in a snarl. "This not the rescue you were expectin'?"

A fine tremor had seized her body. She could not move, could not think. She thought for a horrible moment she had conjured him from her dreams. But then another man came into the room. He was tall, stately, was sporting a cape and had a weird sort of helmet on his head. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but try as she might, Rogue could not place him.

"That will do, Mystique. No need to frighten the poor thing."

As Rogue watched, the Wolverine's form began to shimmer and shift. Scales rippled down his body and suddenly a tall blue woman with sleeked back red hair stood before her. Rogue took a quick breath as her fear slowly began to dissipate. Looking back toward the man with the helmet, she asked, "Who - who are you?"

The man slowly turned his head and met the eyes of the blue woman who tilted her head to one side as she turned her gaze to Rogue. When he turned back to face Rogue, he had a smile on his face. "I, my dear, am salvation," He extended one hand towards her in invitation. Rogue was confused. Were her examiners testing her now? Should she go with the man and the blue woman? Should she stay in her quarters? Maybe she wasn't supposed to be in a locked room. Maybe she should leave. But if she left, she wouldn't be complying with her orders. And she would not be rewarded.

The man slowly dropped his hand as he took in Rogue's indecision. "My dear, Rogue. Do you not know what has been done to you? Crimes have been committed against all mutant-kind in this place. These monsters have - "

The man broke off as the sound and vibration of a far-off explosion shook the room.

"Erik, they're here."

The man, apparently named Erik, let out a muffled curse under his breath. "Damn it, Charles. You're early."

"We need to hurry if we're going to use this." Mystique held up a small tablet computer.

"How much time is required to complete reprogramming and release our friends?"

"Only a minute to reprogram her. She won't need much since they already changed so many of her memories. Just a few tweaks to make her aware of what Stryker did to her and turn off the part of the chip that suppresses her ability to use her powers, and she'll be ready to go."

"And releasing the others? How long?"

"Seconds. All I've got to do is unlock their cells. The entire lab can be run from one of these tablets, but we've got to hurry Erik. If they get to the control room before - "

Rogue dimly recognized that Erik and Mystique's voices had become hurried, but she didn't hear any of the words. Rogue's brain had stumbled over the name Charles and a strange sort of feeling came over her. "Charles?" She interrupted, her voice shaking with emotion. "Charles Xavier?"

Erik turned back towards her and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Yes, Charles Xavier. Do you know him?"

"Yes," she said in a small quiet voice. "He tried to kill me."

"Did he now?" Erik and Mystique shared a quick glance. "Well then, let us depart this depressing place before he and his team of miscreants can lay their hands on you. Will you come with us, my dear? Will you help us stop the abuses enacted upon mutants by men such as Stryker and Charles Xavier? Will you help us fight for mutant-kind? Will you join the Brotherhood of Mutants?"

Rogue hesitated, unsure of what to do. On one hand, she did not want to disobey her examiners. They had treated her so well. On the other hand, if she had the opportunity to fight against the X-Men and defeat Charles Xavier, how could she refuse?

Another explosion shook the room, louder and closer this time and Rogue flinched with the sound. Rogue heard the echoes of men shouting and automatic gunfire, getting nearer by the second.

"Erik!" A note of panic had made its way into Mystique's voice.

Erik looked at the indecision etched into Rogue's face then back at Mystique. "We're out of time. Do it."

Mystique didn't hesitate, but quickly entered several commands on the tablet. Dimly, Rogue heard the sounds of cell doors unlocking and swinging open echo down the corridor. Then, a rush of information entered her mind and she gasped, stunned at how she had been abused and manipulated at the hands of Stryker and the government. Rage quickly filled her mind, but she had no time to dwell on it. Suddenly she felt another rush, one that coursed through her body instead of her mind. She felt the powers of scores of mutants flood through her. Strength consumed her, the power thrummed through her veins. It made her heady, and she began to laugh. She was going to destroy Stryker. She was going to destroy the X-Men. Nothing could stop her now.

Rogue knew now who Erik was. He and Mystique had saved her from Charles before, on Liberty Island. She owed him a great debt. One she was more than willing to pay.

"Shall we?" Erik said, once more extending his hand toward Rogue.

"Yes." Rogue took his gloved hand and the three of them exited her cell. Together, they turned to face the fight that was making its way toward them.

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Scott Summers lifted one hand to his visor and blasted an armed guard who had been pointing his gun at Jean. The man flew backwards and hit the concrete wall with a thud. Jean jumped as she turned, hands raised in preparation for an attack to see the unconscious guard sprawled on the floor behind her.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," Scott said as he grinned at her. "Have you been able to locate our guys?"

Jean shook her head as she turned and followed Scott down the hall. "I can't seem to get a read on Logan or Rogue. But Storm, Kitty, and Bobby are down this way."

Scott nodded and they hustled down the corridor. They proceeded cautiously, mindful of the smoke and debris that filled the air as a result of the blasts from the Blackbird that had allowed them entry to the facility. "The others should be in place by now, we need to hurry."

As they rounded the corner, Jean stopped in her tracks and gasped at the sheer number of cells. "Scott. There's so many."

Jaw clenched with anger, Scott could only nod. It wasn't until they'd set foot inside Stryker's lab that they'd fully understood the extent and reach of the government's involvement in mutant experimentation. Seeing the number of cells in this wing alone made him sick. He could only imagine the horrors that had been enacted upon his teammates behind those doors. Glancing quickly had his watch, he faced Jean. "It's time."

Jean nodded and closed her eyes, trying to center herself. They were going to need every bit of their strength in order to make it out of this place in one piece. She opened her eyes just as the lights went out and they were plunged into complete darkness. A moment later, dim emergency lighting flickered on and the blast of an alarm sounded down the hallway.

"They did it. Let's go." Scott said, adrenaline flooding his body. Screams and yells from inside the cells met their ears as they started down the hallway. With their Beta team having successfully made their way into the main control room, Scott heard the locks of the cell doors disengage and many mutants came out on their own two feet. Other doors, though unlocked, remained shut, the mutants inside either unwilling, or unable to leave. Scott and Jean hurried down the hallway, directing those well enough to stand where the exit was. The Beta team would be rendezvousing with any survivors at the blast point to help them escape.

About halfway down the hall, Jean let out a cry of relief. Storm had appeared in one of the doorways, leaning against the hard metal frame of the cell door. "Jean! Scott! Thank goddess you're here."

The two women embraced quickly and Jean quickly assessed Storm for injuries. She had one arm in a cast and had several deep gouges on her arms that were nearly healed. "Storm, I'm so sorry."

Storm shook her head. "This is from the crash," she said, indicating her broken arm. "They drugged us. Kept us heavily sedated most of the time. I hadn't healed enough to be experimented on. Much. They wanted me in perfect health before - " she broke off, her voice full of bitterness.

Scott broke in, anxious to get out of this place. "Kitty? And Bobby? Are they here?"

Storm nodded and pointed to a few cells down. "There."

Scott darted towards the cell doors Storm had indicated and let out a sigh of relief as he saw both Bobby and Kitty slowly emerge from their rooms, sluggish looks in their eyes. Both appeared to have minor injuries, and seemed thinner than they should, but otherwise physically unharmed.

"It's good to see you both, but," Scott said over the noise of the alarm. The sound of shouting and gunfire was getting closer. "There's no time for pleasantries. Have you seen Rogue or Logan? Do you know where they're being held?"

"We don't know where they're being held," Bobby's speech was slurred, and Scott saw him shake his head, trying to clear it. "I haven't seen Logan since the crash. But Rogue - Scott. They're controlling her, using her. Some kind of new tech. She doesn't know we're on her side."

Scott and Jean looked at each other and exchanged a dark look. The Professor had warned them they might encounter a situation such as this. Stryker was notorious for his cruel and extreme experiments on mutants, and neither Scott or Jean were surprised to hear about what had happened to Rogue.

"Okay, we're running out of time. We need to find those two and get the hell out of here. Storm, can you take Bobby and Kitty? Colossus and Nightcrawler will meet you by the exit. Jean and I are going to find Logan and Rogue."

Storm nodded and turned to go, but Bobby stopped her. "No. We can help. We can fight, Scott."

"No offense, Bobby, but you guys look like shit. You can help by following orders and getting yourselves the hell out of here."

With difficulty, Bobby followed Storm and Kitty down the hallway towards the exit. He'd have to figure out a different way to get to back to Stryker.

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Hearing the faint strains of gunfire and screams, Wolverine lifted his head, sniffing deeply. He smelled smoke, fire, fear. And - he sniffed again - beyond the scents of men, he smelled her. He let out a growl and lifted himself into a crouched position and waited. He couldn't yet smell the blonde beast she had chosen over him, but knew as the sounds of fighting grew louder, that it wouldn't be long until he would face them both.

The past several weeks had been hellish. After witnessing the brutal betrayal of his mate choosing another, his days had been filled with torturous experiments. He'd been drugged and sliced open repeatedly. Each time he'd wondered if this time they would cut him deeply enough to kill him. But his healing always kicked in, and they always cut him deeper the next day. The man was buried so deeply within his mind, Wolverine thought he might never emerge. Even without the strange mist that regularly filled his cell, Wolverine did not feel the man trying to take over. It seemed he was content to let the Wolverine remain in control.

After several minutes the light in his cell went out and an alarm blared through the halls. At the same time, the locks on his restraints clicked and fell to the cold concrete floor and he heard the bolt to his cell release. Wolverine growled his satisfaction at his freedom but remained still, waiting for his prey to come to him.

Finally, the door to his cell swung open and in stepped two individuals. One female, and though she had a pleasant sort of scent, Wolverine dismissed her as a viable mate immediately. She was clearly already claimed, taken by the man that accompanied her. The two of them smelled like each other and it made a part of him ache as he remembered covering his mate with his scent.

Growling at their intrusion, the female spotted him in the darkness called out to her male companion. "Scott! In here."

The male came rushing toward Wolverine and, feeling threatened, he released his claws with a metallic thwack. The man froze in his tracks and moved one hand towards his red-covered eyes.

"What the hell, Logan? We're getting you out of here."

Wolverine growled again, this time in warning. The female frowned, but the male continued to speak.

"Time to go, Logan. Do you know where they're keeping Rogue?"

One of the words rubbed Wolverine the wrong way and he let out another menacing growl. He didn't like the way it made him feel, and sure as hell didn't like the man saying it. A strange sort of pressure momentarily filled his head and he jerked his head toward the female, lip curled in a snarl of warning.

"Scott." Jean's voice sounded odd. "Logan isn't in there."

"What? What the hell do you mean?" Scott whirled back to face Jean who look as confused as he felt.

"I mean, Logan isn't in there. This is Wolverine. He's in a feral state."

"What - what the fuck?" Scott ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "How the hell are we supposed to get him out of here if he doesn't even recognize us?"

"I don't know, Scott. Maybe we can - "

Whatever Jean was going to say was interrupted by the sound of a loud blast in the hall directly outside the cell. Scott and Jean jumped at the noise and reverberation, but Wolverine calmly turned toward the opening of his cell. He had smelled them getting closer. Smoke and debris rolled in through the entryway and using it as cover, Scott and Jean both moved to either side of the open door, backs to the wall. Scott quickly glanced out the door to get a reading on their situation and let out a low, "Shit," while swiftly moving back to the cover of the wall.

Jean whispered back to him. "What? What is it?"

"Magneto," Scott said, his voice tight with anger.

"Shit," Jean agreed. "I thought he was locked up."

"Must've gotten out."

"Why is he here?"

"No idea, but there are others with him. Mystique, I think. A couple others I couldn't see clearly. And Sabertooth."

"Shit," Jean repeated. With Magneto's abilities and Sabertooth's strength, Wolverine was essentially out of the fight. "Was Magneto a prisoner?"

"No chance."

"How do you know that?"

Scott turned to Jean and gave her a sardonic look. "You know many prisoners that have capes and their own custom helmets?"

"Fine. No need to be so superior about it."

"I can hear you, you know," Magneto's deep voice came out of the darkness and Scott looked at Jean, a chagrined look on his face.

"What do you want, Magneto?" Scott called out.

"It is not what I want. It is what she wants," Magneto responded, the smile evident in his voice.

"She? Who is 'she'?" Jean asked

"'She' is me," and Rogue stepped into the cell.

"Rogue," Jean said in a hushed voice as she stepped away from the wall, stopping awkwardly half way to hugging her. Her momentary joy of seeing her teammate alive was quickly squashed when she took in the cold look in Rogue's eyes. Wolverine growled low and menacingly as Sabertooth, Magneto, and Mystique stepped in behind Rogue. Sabertooth returned the growl, but did not move.

Scott had also stepped away from the wall and faced the newcomers. "Rogue. What are you doing with Magneto? He tried to kill you."

A humorless laugh escaped Rogue's lips and she turned her cold gaze toward Scott. "That's rich, comin' from one of the X-Men."

A frown creased Scott's forehead and he turned to Jean looking for an explanation. Taking the hint, Jean concentrated and subtly began to probe at the edges of Rogue's mind, but before she'd gotten anywhere, she felt a massive psychic wave blasting her back. She stumbled slightly with the sheer strength of the push and gasped as she looked once more at Rogue.

Stay out of my head, Jean. Rogue hadn't opened her mouth, but her voice thundered through the room, causing the occupants' very bones to vibrate. It appeared as though Rogue had acquired some new powers while she'd been held captive. But why would anyone want to give her more power?

Scott took advantage of the stunned silence to try and reason with Rogue. After witnessing her behavior for himself, it was obvious she had been brainwashed by Stryker. How could he persuade her to trust them? "Rogue, this isn't you. Stryker did this to you. You're our friend, we're on your side."

"I know exactly what Stryker did to me. And believe me, he'll pay. But I have unfinished business with ya'll as well."

"Rogue, we just want to - " Jean started.

"Cram it, Red," Rogue said, cutting her off. At her words, a crackle of energy formed at her fingertips, then quickly dissipated.

Magneto spoke in a hushed, almost reverent tone at her additional display of power, "Marvelous."

Now deeply concerned, Jean met Scott's eyes. They were going to have to fight her, something neither of them wanted to do. It was two against four. Bad odds in any normal situation. Too bad it wasn't a normal situation. In this case they had really, really bad odds.

Trying a different angle, Scott tried once more to reason with Rogue. "Rogue, the Professor can help - "

"The Professor can help? What can he help with, Scott? Can he help try and kill me again?"

Magneto and Mystique shared a smile before turning back to face the entertainment in front of them.

Rogue stepped forward and grinned. "I'm done talkin'."

At her words, Wolverine and Sabertooth both jerked their heads towards the door and growled. But before anyone had the chance to act, several guards burst in behind them and began firing their weapons. Shouting broke out as Jean and Scott dove for cover. Rogue remained still, with the exception of lifting one hand in the air. At once, the tranquilizer-laden darts that had flown from the guards' guns froze in midair. The guards, looking stunned, did not move. It was more than enough time for Rogue to act. One hand forced the darts to drop harmlessly to the ground, while the other hand shot a bolt of crackling energy in the direction of the guards who screamed as their bodies were flung backward into the hard concrete wall behind them. They dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Wolverine took advantage of the distraction to charge Sabertooth who roared as Wolverine's claws slid into his abdomen. Scott yelled for Jean to duck as Sabertooth retaliated and hurled Wolverine into the wall past her. Wolverine hit the wall hard, but landed in a crouch and quickly lunged for Sabertooth again. Scott moved his hand to his visor, intent on disrupting the fight between them, but Rogue, her eyes drawn by the movement, jerked her head toward Scott and his visor was torn from his face. The visor flew into her open hand and she crushed it, turning it to dust in her hands.

"Argh!" Scott yelled as a blast of light shot momentarily from his unprotected eyes before he closed them tight. Jean watched the scene in front of her unfold, horrified at Rogue's display of new powers. Scott could no longer help, crippled by the destruction of his visor. Wolverine and Sabertooth continued their brutal fight. Healing instantly as they ripped each other open and tore each other apart, blood began to pool on the floor of the cell. Sabertooth held Wolverine up to the wall and drove his claws into Wolverine's neck. Wolverine howled with pain but managed to sink his claws into Sabertooth's belly. Jean tried to separate them, but was stopped by Rogue who shot another bolt of energy from her fingertips and Jean was knocked backwards to the floor, a grunt of pain escaping her lips.

"Jean!"

"Scott! I'm fine. Just stay down."

Wolverine now had both adamantium claws buried to the hilt in Sabertooth's stomach who was howling with agony. Slicing each set of claws in the opposite direction, Wolverine split Sabertooth down the middle, his guts spilling out over the cold concrete floor. Wolverine flicked the blood off each claw and turned toward Rogue, intent clear in his wild eyes.

Jean lifted her head from the floor and watched as the tableau in front of her played out, wondering what could possibly have happened between the two of them to cause the type of violence she sensed within them both. Wolverine charged forward, claws raised. Rogue remained motionless until the last possible second, waving her hand upward. Wolverine flew into the air, immobilized by Rogue's power. She splayed her hands and Jean watched, horrified, as Wolverine's limbs began to stretch, the cracking of bones on adamantium filled the room. The Wolverine growled with pain and Rogue waved her other hand causing the dozens of tranquilizer darts that still littered the floor to fly up and drive themselves as one into Wolverine's flesh. He dropped to the floor instantly with a metal clang, a pained look frozen on his face as he passed out.

Against the opposite wall, Sabertooth was stirring, his healing factor having kicked in enough to repair some of the damaged caused by Wolverine splitting him in half.

Rogue strode over to where Jean lay on the ground and crouched down so they were eye to eye.

"I want you to give Charles a message for me. Tell him, I'm comin' for him. Him and the others. Can you do that, Jean?"

At a loss for words, Jean could only nod. She couldn't reconcile this Rogue with her friend of so many years. Couldn't figure out what had happened to make her act like this.

"Rogue, my dear. I think you've done well here. But we had best be on our way before reinforcements arrive," Magneto said, gently.

Rogue nodded and with one last look back at the unconscious form of Wolverine, stepped out of the cell with Magneto and the others.

As they left Jean's sight, she let out a ragged breath, relieved at their absence. She hated to admit it, but they were vastly unprepared to deal with Rogue's new - abilities.

"Jean! Are they gone?" Scott said, voice frantic in the dark cell.

"Yes, they're gone."

"We've got to get out of here too. The others. They're waiting for us to evacuate before phase three can begin."

"C'mon," Jean said, as she helped Scott to his feet. "Wolverine's unconscious. I can levitate him to the Blackbird. Hold on to me."

Jean lifted Wolverine into the air and Scott grabbed her shoulder as they headed out of the cell.

"We're going to need to regroup. This thing with Rogue is more serious than I think even the Professor could have guessed," Scott said as he followed Jean down the hallway.

Moments later, once they were all on the jet, Kitty darted forward, eyes frantically searching for her friend. "But. Where's Rogue?"

Jean felt a lump in her throat as she and Piotr restrained the unconscious Wolverine to a table with adamantium chains.

"She's not with us," Jean said, tersely.

"What? What do you mean she's not with us?" Kitty's voice rose with panic as Jean headed toward the cockpit, intent on getting them the hell away from the lab and completing phase three.

When Jean didn't say anything, Scott spoke up from one of the passenger seats. Someone had given him a strip of cloth to tie around his eyes. He sounded tired as he said, "Rogue's with Magneto."

"What the hell?" Was Kitty's soft reply. She took her seat as the jet rose into the air and turned back toward the lab. Dimly, she heard Jean and Storm executing the phase three protocol that Piotr had told her about on the way out of the lab. Though she took pleasure seeing the fireballs rise up and consume the building where she and her friends had been held prisoner for nearly two months, she was deeply concerned for Rogue, and for what the future held for her and her friends.
Chapter End Notes:
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