Title: This Can't Be It

Author: Gambit'sLady

Rating: Mature for language and scenes a little later on in the story

Summary: It's been three months since the 'deaths' of three dear friends and now Rogue questions whether or not they're really dead. The X-Men make some new friends as some old ones return. Romy, Jonda, and many more! Slightly AU from the movies

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters Marvel Comics does! I just came up with the plot and the story.

Wisps of red hair with a few strands of white fluttered around a young woman standing on the balcony of her room. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her to keep the chills from getting to her. Everything was different now. Ever since that day when she went to take the so-called cure she had felt different.

"Hmph…the cure" she scoffed. It wasn't a cure at all. It hadn't really stopped her from being a mutant, only suppressed it for about a month. She shook her head as the tears welled up in her eyes. She was back to the chains that held her captive. The concealment of her 'gift'

'It aint a gift' she thought bitterly. 'It's a curse'

There was a light rapping on her door and she turned to face it. "Come in" she said.

A Canadian man walked through the door over to her and wrapped a hairy arm around her shoulder. "What'cha thinkin' 'bout darlin'?" he asked her.

"Nothin' Logan" she said, her southern drawl coming through. She turned back to the balcony and sighed. "Ah wish Ah didn't have to be cursed with mah powers" she admitted. She knew he wouldn't tell anyone, he never did, and in return she wouldn't tell anyone of his secrets. "Ah jus' wish that Ah could be lahke everyone else sometimes. Ah mean, they never have to stay trapped in layers of clothing, they know what it feels like to be able to touch one another and they take it for granted" she whispered. "Ah jus' wanna be free"

Logan sighed and turned to the girl he had considered to be a sister. "Darlin' we all have our problems, some more than others but we have to stick together and pull through" he told her.

Rogue smiled and turned to the man she considered a brother. "Y'know shugah, yah jus' sounded a lot lahke Scott raght there" she said with a smirk. "Ah miss them" she whispered as she fought the tears threatening to fall. "They nevah treated meh lahke Ah was a parasite. They always made meh feel lahke Ah belong. Now all Ah have left are yah and Ororo. Ah don't even have Bobby or John any more"

"Darlin' you know that aint true. Jubes and Kitty care for you, Bobby still cares, you have Kurt, an' even Piotr. Rogue, you have a family here" Logan said as he brushed a strand of white hair away from her face. She smiled softly at him and grinned. "Now let's go visit some very loved friends" he told her. She nodded and the two headed out to the graves of Charles Xavier, Scott Summers, and Jean grey.

Splash

A mysterious man ran through the alleyways of New York. His feet made a splashing sound with every step he took.

"Remy slow down" a young girl, about 19, hissed.

"Need-help-sis?" another young man asked with a smirk

"No!" she snapped.

The young man ahead of him rolled his eyes at the siblings behind him. "We almos' t'ere Wanda" he told the girl.

There in plain sight of the three young mutants was the Xavier institute.

"Logan" Rogue said softly.

"Yeah darlin'?" the burly man asked.

"Do y'think they're really gone? Ah mean, we nevah found Scott's body an' Jean came back ta life once befoah, what if they aren't dead?" she questioned.

"Darlin' yeh might be right about those two but yeh can't 'xpect the professor ta come rollin' in. I saw him die by The Phoenix" Logan told her.

"Ah still can't believe it. Ah mean, Ah nevah knew Jean would do somethin' lahke tha'" Rogue muttered.

"It wasn't Jean kid, it was Phoenix" he told her. She just shook her head and looked at the three tombstones ahead of her as a rain drop rolled down her soft skin. She turned to her side a little and saw a mocha-skinned woman trying to keep her emotions in check. She noticed Logan look at the woman with a worried look and then back at her. "Go" she told him. "Ah'll be fine" she said, giving him a small smile to let him know it was okay. He nodded and walked over to the woman struggling to keep her emotions in check.

Rogue turned back to the three tombstones and sighed. "Ah promise Ah'll find ya" she whispered before she turned around to walk back into the mansion, fighting her own inner struggle.

"Do-you-think-they'll-let-us-stay?" the boy with silver hair asked.

The girl rolled her eyes at her sibling and shook her head. "Why wouldn't they?" she growled.

"Mes amis, le' jus' go over t'ere 'fore it starts rainin', oiu?" the Cajun asked. The other two nodded and followed him as they walked to the mansion.

Ororo Munroe sat in the office that used to belong to her dear friend and former professor. It now belonged to her but she kept everything the way it was as if a memorial for the man who had helped so many. She looked at a picture on the desk and smiled a sad smile. It was a picture taken a couple years ago, right when they had come back from the Liberty Island incident. There in the picture was Charles Xavier with Jean and Scott behind him, embracing each other lovingly, her standing there smiling in her white sundress and Rogue telling Logan off for calling her a kid for the hundredth time. She smiled as her fingers brushed against the smooth glass as she reminisced about the past, but her thoughts where cut short when there came a light rapping at the door. Quickly sitting the picture back she turned to the door and said a quick 'Come in'

A little boy with glasses came into the room looking sheepish. "Hello Sam" she said in her sweet accent. "What can I do for you?"

"Sorry to disturb you Miss. Munroe but there are three people here to see you. They say they need your help" Sam said.

Ororo nodded and smiled. "Show them in please" she said. The boy nodded and the door opened a little wider to let the three in. "So how may I help you?"