AN: This was an idea I had that I just had to get down. Review and I'll try to continue. Sorry it's so short.

"You promise this won't hurt?" Rogue asked. She was standing in a large lab. Wires were hung here and there and multiple beeping noises could be heard from every direction.

"If all goes well, we will know exactly what's in store for us in the future." Forge replied. He was running back and forth between multiple machines, plugging in and pulling out wires along the way.

"I still don't know why we had to come watch," came a voice from the sidelines.

"Shut up Kurt! Don't you, like, want to know what the future is like?"

"Guys, calm down and let Forge continue working. Maybe this time he won't blow us up."

"Forge, are you sure it's ready?" The professor questioned. He, Kurt, Kitty, Scott, Jean, Logan, and Hank were all waiting to see how badly Forge's invention-of-the-week was going to fail.

"Of course it is, I just wanted to check everything one last time."

Five Minutes Passed

"Alright, it's done."

"Finally!" Rogue cried out.

"Now, I just need a DNA sample."

"Here," Rogue said, pulling out a hair.

Forge gleefully grabbed it and placing the hair sample in a small container. "Now, we should start getting Data anytime now."

"Like, what kind of data?" Kitty questioned.

"Pictures, documents, newspapers, records, anything really."

In the middle of the room, a small printer started shaking. Forge ran over and started hitting it with a wrench.

"Oh no, this is not good. Come on…"

"Forge, that doesn't look like…"

BOOM! The printer exploded sending metal everywhere, and everyone flying back to the wall. Smoke filled the room, and no one could see anything. Finally, as the smoke cleared, people started sitting up and looking around for any signs of life.

"Like, what was that?" Kitty asked between coughs.

"Ahhhh!" They heard an ear-piercing, feminine scream.

"Rogue, where are you"

"Stay right there, we're coming"

They group finally spotted her, off to the right, deathly pale, trembling violently, standing with her back against the wall. Her hair was in her face and her eyes were wide open staring in fear at the middle of the room, behind a desk at a point they could not see.

"Stripes, what's wrong?" called Logan, running up to her, trying to calm her down.

Slowly, she raised her arm, shakily pointing behind him. Turning around, he saw something that made him freeze.

Knowing there wasn't much you could o to shock Logan, everyone else slowly made it over to them, trying to see what was going on. What they saw made them gasp in shock.

There, on the ground, lay two unconscious bodies. One was Forge, slumped against a knocked over machine. The other was a woman in a skin-tight, full-length, black uniform. She had long, curly, reddish-brown hair, with the unmistakable white bangs that outlined her face.

She was an older, future Rogue. She was also covered in blood.