Disclaimer: Rogue and Kurt's bro/sis relationship would've been featured more in the show had I owned it.

A/N: This is a one shot I thought up at some God forsaken time in the morning, so forgive me if it sucks royally, but I like it.

She could see someone ahead of her; the first thing or person she'd encountered as she walked through this empty place.

Rogue cocked her head to the side, before recognizing the figure lying on its side on the ground. She only knew one person that was that thin and blue.

She felt a small smile come to her face.

"Kurt!" she called, running towards him. For some reason, the blue teen didn't stir.

"Kurt?" she kneeled beside him, placing an ungloved hand on his shoulder.

Rogue gasped when her bare skin felt the silky texture of his fur.

There was no pull from her mutation.

Rogue smiled widely, "Kurt! Kurt, Ah can touch!" he still didn't move.

"Kurt?" she rolled him onto his back and gasped.

Kurt was dead, his bloodied chest was a ruin that didn't rise or fall. Placing a shaking hand on the inside of his wrist, she found he had no pulse.

"No…" tears started falling from her eyes, her mascara mixing with the salty liquid and beginning to run down her face.

She gathered Kurt's limp body to her, stroking his hair from his face.

Her skin touched his, but there was still no pull.

He had no life left for her to drain.

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"No!" Rogue screamed, sitting straight up in her bed.

She gasped for air while at the same time whipping her head from side to side to see she was in her room, not holding her little brother's lifeless body.

Throwing the covers from her, she grabbed a pair of gloves and rushed from her room. Glad not for the first time that since they'd rebuilt the mansion, she had her own room. This would've been pretty hard to explain after all.

Rogue bumped into several things as she rushed down the dark hall, but didn't care.

She had to get to him.

Finally, she reached his room.

Slowly opening the door, she closed it behind her and tip-toed over to where Kurt was curled up in his bed.

She choked on a sob when she saw his chest rising and falling steadily with each breath her took.

Carefully, she stroked his cheek with a gloved hand, drawing back quickly when he moved closer to her touch.

She was satisfied that he was alive…so why wasn't she leaving?

Kurt's eyes fluttered open, glowing brightly.

"Rogue?" he sat up slowly, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Vhat are you doing here?"

She bit her lip, "Ah, um…"

He stared at her, unblinkingly, making Rogue both nervous and unable to hold her tongue.

"Ah had a nightmare…" and she proceeded to tell him of her entire dream.

When she was done, fresh tears were making their way down her pale cheeks.

Kurt, blinking finally, used the edge of the blanket to dry her cheeks.

"Eet vas just a dream, liebchen."

She shook her head, "No, is was mah worst fear realized…to be able ta touch ya, but finding that the only reason for it is because…because mah little brothah's dead." Her voice shook.

Rogue soon found herself being pulled to Kurt in a warm hug.

Kurt carefully positioned her head on his chest.

"Do you hear zat?"

She closed her eyes, tuning herself into Kurt's steady heartbeat.

"Yeah." She whispered.

"I'm alive."

Rogue nodded again.

"Do you want more proof?"

She didn't stop him as he placed a quick kiss on her cheek.

Rogue gasped as she felt the mental equivalent of a warm hug.

She smiled, maybe for the first time, glad for her mutation.

"Are you convinced?"

Rogue nodded yet again, hugging him around the middle, "Yeah."

Kurt hugged her tighter for a second before lying down with her cocooned in his arms.

"I'm not going anyvhere meine Shwester."

She smiled, resting her head against his chest, tuning back into his beating heart.

"Me neither, little brothah."