Warnings: Will contain strong sexual content and violence.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended! Just writing for fun! No money made here...TRUST me!

Author's Notes: A reviewer who reviewed my last story under the name "Cortney" inspired the plot bunny for this story when she suggested I create a story that places Rogue in "Origins". Thanks for the idea Cortney! Hope you all enjoy!

"There's no smoking in here."

Logan raised his eyebrow and turned to Agent Zero. He was the brave, stupid soul who had dared deny the Wolverine his cigar.

He growled and defiantly lit the half-chewed/half-smoked roll of paper and tobacco, "Fuck off."

Agent Zero stood and began reaching for his pistol, but Stryker entered with Victor and Wade, "I hope you boys are getting along."

Zero rolled his eyes and sat back down in his seat, "He would be much better to get along with if he was fitted with a shock collar."

Logan growled and clenched his fists as Victor took a seat next to him. Stryker raised his brows expectantly, "Don't get so comfortable gentlemen. We still have some team members to pick up."

Wade rolled his eyes, "...And then orientation will begin. Cookies and juice will be served afterwards, so be sure not to spoil your appetite on those in-flight peanuts."

Everyone groaned in unison as they stood and filed out toward the hangar.

24 hours later, Stryker stood in his private office, staring down at medical documents detailing every one of his team members. Agent Zero entered, making him glance up briefly, then look back down, "I need the perfect soldier, Zero. These men are good...but not one of them is invincible...if I could somehow combine all of their powers...I could create a new breed of super soldier."

"That's impossible, sir. Any one of us would be ripped apart by the sheer force of all the combined mutations..."

Stryker smirked and slowly slid a file across the table. One word written across it immediately caught Zero's attention.

"Rogue."

She ran. She ran until it felt as though as her lungs would burst...but still, it wasn't enough. A scream ripped from her throat as a rock hit the back of her head, immediately knocking her off balance and sending her careening toward the ground.

Angry voices echoed in her ears as she felt fists and feet descend upon her body, kicking, punching and bruising.

"Get her!"
"Kill the witch!"
"Kick 'er ass! ...but don't touch 'er skin."

The pain gave way to unconsciousness just after the sound of Wolverine's roar rang in her ears.

Logan stood on the opposite side of the two way window with his arms crossed, watching as the nurse tended to the unconscious girl. According to Stryker, she was the newest member of Team X.

Despite the fact that her face had been horrendously distorted by two black eyes, busted lips and a swollen jaw, he could tell she was young...too young. He continued to stare at her even as the door opened behind him.

"She's too young."

Victor stepped up next to his brother, "You and I were killin' when we were way younger than her."

"Yeah well, we're...different..."

"How are you so sure she's not?"

Logan looked at Victor and sighed before turning back to the girl. Stryker entered, "She may look harmless, but she's deadly."

"How so?"

Stryker smirked, "Just leave her be. I want her to stay isolated until she heals. You boys get some rest. Big day tomorrow."

Logan laid down that night, but was completely unable to sleep. Victor didn't have nightmares. He was completely at peace with the horrific memories of past wars, but Logan was forever haunted by those images...

He sat up in bed and tossed on a wife beater on before getting up and wandering the halls of the underground bunker that made up the Team X headquarters. It was a old, military bunker built by a bunch of paranoid politicians who had feared a nuclear holocaust. It contained a mess hall, kitchen, several rooms, offices and an extensive infirmary.

Before he knew it, he came across the girl's room. Thinking of the young lady inside, he slowly opened the door to her room and slipped inside. Her breathing was shallow, but steady.

Logan slowly approached and looked down at her pitiful, swollen face. He sighed and stared down at her for several moments before slowly bringing a hand up to brush his hand across her forehead.

Suddenly, the most intense pain he'd ever felt in his entire life seized his entire body. The last thing he remembered was hearing the girl take in a deep gulp of air before his world fell into blackness.

"Jimmy...Jimmy..."

Logan swallowed and slowly opened his eyes to see Victor standing above him, "Hey runt...damn. It's been hours."

"Hours? What happened?"

Victor started to answer, but Stryker's voice cut him off as he walked toward the bed, "You touched our newest team member. I told you I wanted her isolated until she heals. Rogue's mutation is...unique."

"It feels like she almost killed me."

Stryker smirked as Logan gingerly sat up in bed, "Yes my friend...she can kill any one of us with the mere touch of her finger...when she touches a mutant, she takes on their gift. It's possible that she could permanently retain their powers...if the exposure process is monitored carefully..."

"So what, she has poisonous skin?"

"When she's injured or under an intense amount of stress, she's completely unable to control her skin...but when she's calm and in a controlled state, she can keep her mutation at bay."

Logan pulled the monitoring equipment off of him and swung his legs over the side of the bed, "Where is she now?"

Stryker glanced at Victor before turning back to Logan, "She took on your gifts, Logan...as well as some of your personality traits...and memories. She's in her room...trying to adjust."

"Adjust to what?" asked Logan as he stood and cracked his neck.

Victor took a step forward, "To having you in her head, Jimmy."

Logan raised a brow, "You mean she has my thoughts? My memories?"

Stryker spoke up, "And more importantly...your mutation. Your healing factor healed her from her injuries."

"So she's OK now?"

Victor smirked, "OK? Within a matter of minutes, you gave her the ability to hear and smell everything within a 4 mile radius. Would you be OK if you suddenly woke up feral?"

Logan rolled his eyes, but realized Victor had a point. He would leave the girl be...for now.

Stryker kept her isolated for another day before calling the entire team together for a briefing. As they all filed in and sat down in their perspective seats, Stryker entered followed by Rogue.

Logan immediately perked up when he caught sight of her. She was beautiful...and not in that Baywatch Babe way. From her red, heart shaped lips to her large, soulful brown eyes, each of her delicate features combined to create a creature that boasted out-of-this-world beauty.

Below the neck was even more impressive. She wore a tank top, an oversized hoodie, and scrub bottoms, but even through the unflattering clothes, he could tell she had a figure that was a force to be reckoned with.

He was brought back to the present when Wade leaned over and whispered, "Might want to close your mouth before you make a puddle."

Logan immediately snapped his mouth shut and shot Wade a warning growl before reluctantly turning his attention back to Stryker, who directed Rogue to a seat in the front of the room, facing the rest of the team.

She met the curious stares head-on, although Logan could tell she was clearly uncomfortable with the multiple sets of male eyes drinking her in. She briefly allowed her eyes to connect with Logan's before she quickly turned her full attention back to Stryker.

"Gentlemen, I called this meeting because I'd like you to meet our new team member. Her name is Rogue...and she has an amazing gift. She will need training, so I'll be recruiting one of you to stay behind while I form a team that will assist me on reconnaissance missions. I'll brief those individuals separately."

Logan watched her as she followed Stryker out of the room.

An hour later, Stryker called him into his office, "Logan...I want you to be in charge of our new recruits training."

Logan immediately began to protest, "Why me?"

"Because she's retained some of your mutation...your enhanced hearing, sense of smell and agility are all in her now...and she needs to know how to control it."

He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair before turning away, "I dunno about this..."

"What's there not to know?"

"Well, for starters, I signed up to be a damn team member, not a babysitter. You think I can honestly get along with some teenager? What do we have in common? Music? Our taste in men?"

Stryker sighed, "As of yesterday, your mutation is what you have in common, and as far as this operation is concerned, that's all I give a damn about."

Logan glared at Stryker and grumbled, "Fine."

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