***Rogue's character is taken from the 1990's cartoon but with a blend of Evolution and Movie universe.

Summary:

What if it isn't Bella but Rogue who shows up to Forks High? Poor Edward has his hands full when he hears the thoughts of the new girl in school. She's got white streaked hair and gloves and her mind is full of other people's thoughts. Edward's convinced that she's schizophrenic when he hears her internal dialogue with another person named Bella Swan who appears to be trapped in Rogue's mind. But Rogue absorbs the life and psyche of every living thing she touches. So I guess it's a good thing that neither Edward or Carlisle is alive. What does this all equate to? A hybrid between X-men (90's cartoon version) and Twilight and a major love square between Carlisle, Rogue's body, Edward and Bella's mind. Yeah you kind of just have to read to figure it out.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the X-men franchise or the sexy Twilight characters.

Edward:

The strange white haired girl's thoughts forced themselves into my head the moment I locked eyes on her. They were bizarre and disconnected; murmurs of past memories and conversations. But the strangest thing of all was that the voices and memories were all completely different- one particularly insane voice called itself Magneto, another shrilling voice, Phoenix. And was beginning to think she was mentally unstable when I heard the murmuring thoughts of Cajun male whistle through her mind.

Her name was Anna-Marie and the entire school was in upheaval about the buxom white striped brunette from Mississippi. "Call me Rogue" her velvety southern voice drawled as a male admirer cornered her in the hallway.

Even stranger than her nickname and goddess-like features were the stark white streaks through her long reddish-brown curly hair. Whether it was some new fad or a strange case a pre-mature graying one thing was certain; that within a week every student would have experimented with dying their hair.

The weather was relatively warm yet wore a pair of long black gloves which contrasted with her skin tight jeans, knee high boots, and lacy revealing tank top. Strange. Everything about this beauty screamed strange and dangerous.

By lunch hour I had resorted to outright staring at her as she sat all by herself while the rest of the cafeteria buzzed around her like flies, yet always keeping their distance. They seemed to sense that she was dangerous somehow. "Rogue" didn't seem to mind though. How could she when she had enough voices swimming around in her head to keep her occupied? The beautiful girl was clearly in need of psychological help.

Listening to her thoughts it became clear that she had several personalities. The voices buzzed in the distant recesses of her mind like broken memories, totally removed from her current position is a crowded lunchroom. It was as if they were all living in their own bubble. They all were bunch of interesting characters at least who went by even more outrageous names. The only normal sounding personality seemed to be Bella Swan.

"Edward that new girl is really weird and that's saying something coming from me" Jasper noted while the rest of the table nodded. I agreed. They had no idea…

"How so?" I asked. Not sure what they could have noticed to be outwardly strange.

"Well she has white highlights in her hair and long black gloves. She's too colorfully dressed to be a Goth and she's too…developed to be 17" Alice explained.

"She is smoking hot thought," Emmett chimed and Rose swiftly smacked him upside the head. Her thoughts rang of jealousy. It was clear she hated the strange girl the moment she laid eyes on her. With Rose, no one was allowed to be more beautiful than she and this strange girl was giving her a run for her money.

"I think she's suffering from multiple personality disorder" I blurted out without thinking and the entire table turned towards me to explain. I explained to them that beneath her seemingly cool exterior her thoughts were a mixture of different voices that went by strange names.

"That poor girl," Alice cried. "She needs professional help"

I nodded in agreement then suddenly the voice of Bella Swan rang in my head.

B- Where am I? This isn't my school? Please answer me. The voice in Rogue's head began sobbing.

Rogue sighed and shifted her weight in her seat but continued taking sips of her drink as if nothing had happend. I was convinced that she wasn't aware of the voices in her head until I heard her next thoughts.

R-Bella, please be calm. I'm not trying to ignore you I'm trying to help you get the hell out of my head.

B- How can I trust you? You tried to kill me. And where am I…I mean you. We're not in Arizona or New York.

R- For the last time I didn't kill you sugar now quiet down and let me enjoy some peace.

B- Whatever. It's not like I have somewhere to be or anything…

The voice of Bella snorted and I was dumbfounded. Rogue was communicating with the voice as if they were separate people. Moreover the voice of Bella Swan intrigued me more than anyone else. While Rogue reveled in the attention "Bella" snickered and complained about it. While Rogue's voice was sultry and deep with a thick southern accent, Bella's was smooth and calming, when it wasn't muttering something sarcastic.

I had gathered all this in an hour's lunch of listening to their back and forth conversations. Now it seemed that Bella was convinced that she was a separate person, that Rogue had killed her even. Cursing as the bell rang to for the next class I wished I could listen to her thoughts longer.

X

Rogue

Finally the bell rang dismissing the children and I moved along with the crowd towards my pearly white pickup truck- every southern girl had to have one. Unfortunately, before I could get to said truck I was accosted by several admires. One named Mike Newton was extremely persistent.

"Look fella, I told you I have no interest in goin' anywhere with you now move out of my way" I huffed and shoved him aside with my gloved hand. I must have not been so careful masking my strength because the poor boy went flying towards the ground and I chastised myself as I reached down to help him up. "Sorry" I muttered.

He looked a little embarrassed but not suspicious. "S'ok. I like a women who plays rough." I rolled my eyes and brushed pass him to my truck.

B-Whoa how'd you do that?

R- Ugh not you again. Didn't I tell you to shut it girlie?

B- Well excuse me. Hey that cute boy is staring at you again.

Before unlocking my truck my head whipped around to see the auburn haired boy staring at me from across the lot. He wasn't alone. Behind him four pale students were looking at me like a UFO. Dammit. Just what I need; people gettin' suspicious.

B- They're so beautiful and pale. Are they mutants like you?

R- I don't rightly know. We don't have radar on each other ya know. I pondered the possibility that the pale five could be mutants then dismissed it. Well if they are mutants they better keep their distance cause I aint here to start trouble.

B- Mind letting me in on why exactly you're here in this small town?

R- This little town is Forks and I'm fixin' to get you outa my head and back in that comatose body of yours.

I ignored the bevy of onlookers and got into my truck. The sound of the engine calmed me as I fumbled through my dashboard to find to find the picture. When I found it I pulled it out and held it to the light.

R- See that man on the left. I pointed to the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.

B- Yeah. Why?

The picture was an old acid aged newspaper clipping from the 1950's. In it stood two very young and smiling doctors. On the right was the late Professor Xavier, standing upright, as he still had use of his legs back then and on the left was a gorgeous young blonde in a lab coat. It took me awhile to find him and I was shocked when I saw that his name was still registered and he was working at a hospital in Forks. Hell I was shocked that he was even alive. Hell he had to be almost eighty by now.

R- He was a psychiatrist who helped develop treatments for psychological problems with Professor X. He also knows about mutants. I'm thinkin' he can help get you outa my head and back to your body before they pull the plug on ya.

Bella made a gulping sound. Don't worry I got us into this mess and I wont stop until I get us out. Trust me ok.

B-Ok…but could you let me out…it's getting cramped in here with all these other people and memories.

I froze. Sure I could let her take over my body but I was always wary about giving someone that much control. Theoretically she could trap me in my own mind forever while she pranced around in my body. That was just too much control to give someone. No deal sweetheart just be glad I don't lock you away with the rest of em'.

Besides it was more for everyone's protection than my own lack of trust. I was a very powerful mutant and Bella couldn't handle all the powers I held once she got control of my body. Hell I could barely handle it. I briefly remembered the first time I had touched storm and nearly brought an apocalypse with the amount of power surging through me. Yu,p definitely not trying to repeat that again. Not to even mention the Phoenix' power. I shuddered at the thought.

Bella sighed in my head and I began following my written directions towards Dr. Carlisle Cullen's house.

Edward

Across the parking lot I heard every bit of her internal dialogue with Bella Swan. The photo of Carlisle was etched into my brain and a million question raced through my head. She called herself a mutant. What on earth could that mean? And this Bella Swan was supposedly a real person in a coma.

"Penny for your thoughts," Alice inquired as we climbed into my Volvo. As concisely as possible, I relayed to everyone everything Id heard.

"What does this mean for us?" Rose asked.

I rolled my eyes at her selfishness. "I don't know but she's expecting a much older Carlisle so we better get home and warn him quick."

It was Alice's turn to roll her eyes as she whipped out her cell phone. "You are such an idiot sometimes" she muttered as she waited for Carlisle to pick up.

Oh right. We do have cell phones. I heard Carlisle say hello and then Alice handed the phone to me.

"Ever heard of a girl named Anna Marie, calls herself Rogue," I asked- getting straight to the point.

"No" he answered a little confused.

I took a deep breath and recanted the story again. He gasped at the mention of Professor Xavier and the picture. "Carlisle is there something you want to tell us?" I asked while driving like a maniac towards the house. When on earth did this research happen anyway? I though back to where I was in the 1950's. Oh right I was off having my rebellious phase.

"How long do I have until she is here?" Carlisle asked calmly.

"A half an hour. She had pretty terrible directions."

"Alright. Get here before she does and I'll explain everything".

X

Later:

Carlisle's POV

When everyone arrived I was instantly accosted by my family with questions.

"Who is she?" "What are mutants" "Who's professor Xavier?"

Calmly, I motioned for everyone to be seated while I, as concisely as possible, explained to them my association with Professor Xavier.

"He was a friend and colleague of mine in the research of advanced physiological abilities, much like Edward's" I explained. "He could read minds and control things. We met after I'd graduated with my 5th degree in medicine studying psychiatry and the human mind while Edward was away and worked on developing his abilities as well as helping others with similar abilities. For a time it was all done publically but I soon found out that there were many more people with striking abilities like Xavier's. They are called mutants and shortly after Xavier took his research underground to protect them while I parted ways. You see, it was 10 years later and I wasn't aging nor could I reveal that I was a vampire- something entirely different than a mutant"

Thinking I'd explained everything I needed to I began heading towards the stairs to prepare for my visitor when I was yet again accosted by questions.

"What are mutants" "Are they like us?" "How come we've never heard of them?"

"Mutants aren't like us at all. They are just mortals with mutated genes that give them different abilities. Many of you had similar genes when you were human and I have a theory that that is what carries over when you change to vampires." I let out a long sigh then raked my hands through my hair.

"Understand that the existence of mutants is extremely secretive, much like werewolves and vampires. This girl must be one of Xavier's pupils although what she could want with me I don't understand. Do you know what her power is?"

Edward shook his head. "She seems to have super human strength but I suspect it's more than that. Carlisle she'll be expecting you to be older"

I nodded. "I understand that." She may suspect me to be a mutant like her but not a vampire. Edward nodded in agreement.

"She's here" Alice gasped and shortly after there was a loud knock on the door.

I looked over to everyone calmly. "If you'll excuse me" I motioned for them to leave then turned to Edward. "I suspect I'll need you here to read her thoughts" I explained and he remained. The rest of the family whined but left the room.

When I opened the door my world was turned upside down. The girl who stood before me was astoundingly beautiful but not in the vampire way. She was earthy and rugged, curvaceous and womanly, almost feline looking. Her hair was the most interesting blend of toasted brown with white at the front and her green eyes pierced mine. "H-hello can I help you" I managed to choke out.

If any consolation she appeared temporarily dazed as well. I gathered that my vampire appearance was a little overwhelming. I was used to getting a similar response from my patients. Specifically, my female patients. "Ah yes." She drawled in a thick southern accent that nearly unhinged me. Her deep, almost raspy voice was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

She looked down at piece of paper in her hand and then back at me. "I'm here to see your…Um…grandfather. Dr. Carlisle Cullen."

AN: Esme is NOT married to Carlisle in this fic. He's never met her.

So… are we open to this unconventional Carlisle-Rogue romance? Thoughts? Questions? Suggestions?