Rogue

*Mississippi*

A massive party was raging at a high school.

A 15 year old girl was outside on the dock. She was fairly tall, and of average frame, with mid-length auburn hair, with two white streaks in the middle, falling down over her forehead, and green eyes. Her light skin was lighter due to her make-up, her lips a light shade of violet, and she was clad in a black tank-top under a green, transparent blouse, with a black miniskirt and black leggings.

"Hello, Rogue."

The girl – Rogue – smiled, as Cody Robbins, the star quarterback of the St. Anne Gators, the boy she was currently dating, walked up to her. Cody was tall and well-built, with short, blond hair and blue eyes, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt under his Letterman jacket. Cody was the most popular guy at school, but unlike some, the popularity never went to his head; he was the nicest guy she'd ever met, and he *never* pressured her for *anything* throughout their relationship.

"Hey." Rogue replied, her voice holding a Southern accent, like everyone around here.

Cody smiled. "Care to dance?"

"Love to, sugah." Rogue replied. Cody's smile grew; their hands met, with one of Cody's resting comfortably on her waist, the other holding her hand, with Rogue's free hand on his shoulder, and then they began to just move with the music.

After a few minutes, Cody looked into her eyes. "Rogue...chere...why won't ya tell me your *real* name?" he inquired.

Rogue just smiled coyly. "Ah'll only tell *that* to the man Ah *love*." she replied.

Cody smiled. "Will you tell me, one day?"

Rogue smiled. "Ah don't know." she answered. "Ah'll just have ta see..."

No more words were needed. Slowly, they moved closer to each other, until their lips touched...

Rogue felt a surge of alarm, as something just...*went off* inside her; she felt images surging into her mind – images of *Cody*. She broke the kiss...and nearly screamed in horror, as she saw Cody, eyes rolling up in his head, pale as a ghost, collapsing as she let go of him.

Rogue didn't know what to do. Panicking, she ran out through the party, out the door, running away as fast as she could run.

Someone was watching Rogue as she fled the party.

From her vantage point in a tree, as a crow, Mystique dropped down, returning to her natural form, smiling. "It's time." she said to herself, before she assumed another form.

Wolverine's form.

Her change complete, Mystique – as Logan – ran after Rogue...to make sure Xavier didn't get her first.

*Xavier Institute*

Deep beneath the Institute, the Professor, Storm, Wolverine, and all the X-Men – including Kitty – had gathered in the control room overlooking the Danger Room.

All except one.

Kitty felt her heart quicken as she saw Clark – Superman – walk out into the Danger Room, in his uniform. Everyone in the control room – except the Professor – was in uniform, too, including her. Kitty now wore a black bodysuit, with a triangle down the mid-section, like Jean's, except hers was light blue. It also had a yellow-lapeled collar, and she wore yellow gloves, with light blue, shin-high boots. It was her new uniform, to go with her new code-name.

*Shadowcat*.

"Let's hope this demonstration goes well." Thunderbird said.

Kitty hated to admit it, but Kurt kinda creeped her out. It wasn't because of how he acted; he had to be one of the sweetest guys she'd ever met. He was just...*blue*. Kitty hated herself for thinking that way; she was *trying* to deal with it.

A blue-furred man was in the room. He was Hank McCoy, also known as Beast.

"I'm looking forward to seeing Clark's powers for myself." Beast said.

"You ready to begin." Bishop said through the intercom.

"Of course."

Before the intercom was shut off, Kitty cheered, "*Go*, Clark!"

"Thanks for that Kitty."

Kitty was glad that Clark couldn't immediately see her, due to the fact that she was blushing. She was *seriously* crushing on the handsome Kryptonian, no doubt about it.

It was so *amazing*, the fact that he *was* an alien. He had been sent to Earth, to escape the destruction of his home world. It was like something from a *movie*.

The Last Son of Krypton.

Just then, the Danger Room began to change, its holographic emitters activating. It was go-time for Superman.

Silently, Kitty wished her hero luck...even though she knew he hardly needed it.

Slowly, the Danger Room went from silvery metal to city streets, as Superman found himself in the middle of a huge metropolis.

Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his back; turning, he saw about a dozen or so automated drones, armed with laser rifles. They'd been shooting at him.

The drones kept firing, their shots bouncing harmlessly off his chest. Superman quickly remembered his objective in this simulation: to prevent damage and loss of life to the city.

Those guns had to be dealt with before he stopped the drones.

Like lightning, Superman zipped through the drones at incredible speed, snatching their weapons as he did, until all the drones were disarmed. He quickly crushed the guns into one big metal pile, and then, with the same speed, demolished the drones.

"*Help!*"

Quickly, Superman flew across the city, tracking the owner of that cry to an abandoned alley, where a gunman was holding up a young lady. Superman quickly shot down, grabbed the gunman by the scruff of his collar, took the gun away from him, and flew off, stopping to deposit the gunman in the custody of a street patrolman.

Just then, he heard people on a nearby street start screaming, and saw why: a bill-board on top of a building had come loose, and was about to fall. Superman instantly flew up to the sign, catching it, and put it back, using his eye-beams to weld it securely back in place.

Suddenly, he heard a tell-tale cracking noise from far away. Flying to its source, Superman saw that the dam was breaking, threatening to flood the entire city.

Taking a deep breath, Superman let loose a huge gust of his freezing-breath, freezing the entire lake *solid*, halting the tides of the flood, before he used his eye-beams to weld the cracks in the dam shut.

'*Okay,*' Superman thought, '*what next?*'

*THUD.*

'*I had to ask.*' Superman thought, as he turned...and saw a huge, hulking robot, over fifty stories high, stomping through the city, citizens fleeing in its path.

*'Really.'* He thought. *'Kurt, you've been watching way too many sci-fi movies lately.'*

Superman flew after the robot, firing his eye-beams, searing holes in its armor. In response, the robot fired a huge missile at him; Superman easily evaded it, but the missile continued on...

...heading for a hospital.

Instantly, Superman broke off his attack, and flew after the missile at top speeds. He quickly caught up to it, and flew under it, pushing up, and altered the missile's course, as it missed the hospital completely. Once it was high enough, Superman fired his eye-beams, incinerating it.

Spying a construction site, Superman flew down, grabbed a large steel girder, and picked it up, flying towards the robot, and then threw it with the accuracy of an Olympic javelin-thrower, piercing the robot's skull, hitting it's CPU. Instantly, the robot just *stopped*, standing there like a monument, now the world's largest paperweight.

*"I'd say your demonstration is over."*

Superman then touched down as the Danger Room deactivated, the holographic city vanishing. Then the X-Men walked into the Danger Room.

"Nice job, lad." Banshee said.

Clark shrugged.

"That was a copy of the training program installed in the Fortress." He said. "It's not that big a deal."

"Well, it definitely works." Jean said.

"But someone got the bright idea to tamper with the controls." Thunderbird looked up at the control room, calling out to someone.

*Bamf!*

Nightcrawler appeared in a cloud of brimstone. "Aw, come on; I just vanted to see if Superman really *could* take on a giant robot!"

"Well, you got your answer." Superman replied, chuckling.

"Clark, you were *awesome*!" Shadowcat exclaimed as she ran into the Danger Room. "And the way you took out that robot...it was just *incredible*!"

"Meet us in the control room." The Professor's voice said over the inter-com.

Archangel, Banshee, Bishop, Colossus, Cyclops, Gambit, Iceman, Jean, Psylocke and Thunderbird walked out of the Danger Room and Superman followed them, with Shadowcat following, as Nightcrawler 'ported himself to the control room.

In the control room, the Professor, Storm, and Wolverine were waiting for them, with Hank looking at a computer screen.

"Clark." The Professor said, smiling, "We have the results of the simulation, as well as those of the examination you completed earlier."

Clark chuckled.

"So, what did Mr. McCoy find?" He joked; Hank – an avid scientist – had been *thrilled* to be able to conduct an examination of a "real, live, alien."

Hank gestured to the computer screen, which showed an image of a person, filled in with various blues, greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. "This is the readout from a bio-energy scan; it's a new technology developed to measure the relative energy levels in mutants." He explained. "This readout is from Scott's most recent simulation." He brought up another readout, almost identical to the first.

"This is Jean's readout." he brought up another one, "this is Kurt's," and he brought up yet another, "and this is Kitty's." All the readouts looked alike.

His eyes lit up. "And *this*, Clark, is *yours*." He brought up one more.

The rest of the X-Men's eyes widened. Clark's readout showed almost *entirely* red and orange.

"What is this?" Archangel stammered. "No member of the team ever displayed a readout with these colors."

"Your medical scans shed light on your internal processes, Clark." Hank continued. "Essentially, your physiology and anatomy are practically identical to that of an average human's: nervous system, respiratory system, digestive system, circulatory system...for the most part, you're exactly like an average human male."

"So, what's the difference?" Cyclops asked.

"*This*." Hank said, gesturing to another screen; this screen depicted an X-ray image of a person's – Clark's – outline, with numerous, spherical organs dispersed throughout his body.

Jean blinked. "I'm guessing that those aren't lymph nodes."

"No, they're not, Jean; I have no *idea* what they are." Hank agreed. "However, I have an idea of what they do; I subjected Clark's energy-scan to a finer scale." He tapped a few keys; the energy-scan now showed mostly red and orange, but with numerous spherical patches of very dark red dispersed throughout. Hank tapped a few more keys, and the two scans moved together...overlapping each other *perfectly*.

"Whatever these organs are, they seem to form a kind of internal 'energy transfer system'." Hank said. "Clark, you said that your body draws strength from the sun, correct?" Clark nodded. "Well, based on this data, I'd say that these organs are how you do it! It's absolutely fascinating!"

"Wow." Clark said; he'd often wondered *exactly* how his powers worked.

"'Wow' is putting it *mildly*!" Hank exclaimed. "Clark, this system is your *primary* metabolic system; your digestive, respiratory, circulatory systems...they're all just '*back-ups*' to this system! You don't need to eat, you don't need to drink...Clark, you don't even need to *breathe*!"

"Whoa! Zat *is* cool!" Nightcrawler said. "Kinda veird...but *cool*!"

"Furthermore, this system interacts with your other biological systems; it converts food *directly* into energy – *absolute* efficiency, something that no other organism on this planet can boast of!" Hank exclaimed. "It seems to be also capable of doing the reverse; it can make everything a cell needs – glucose, amino acids, nucleic acids...*everything*! All you need is solar energy! Your body's immune system also seems to derive energy from this system; scans of your immune cells show higher levels of immune cells than any other human, but with no signs of inflammation! Your body must be capable of neutralizing any pathogen or cancer cell that invades or forms almost *instantly*! I bet not even the *Ebola* virus or the *HIV* can phase you! And through this system, none of the 'negative' nutrients can work – fats, cholesterol – since they all get burned off and reassembled before they can do any harm!"

Shadowcat lightly frowned. "Okay, no offense Clark, but that is *so* not fair!"

"To put this into perspective." Hank finished, "Scott, your powers also draw from the sun; your body takes in solar energy, and re-channels it through your eyes. Basically, you're a kind of 'solar battery'."

Cyclops chuckled. "Yeah, with no 'off-switch'."

"Clark, however." Hank added, "Takes in solar energy, and can convert it directly to matter, *or* transfer it around his body, converting it to other forms as he needs to; he's a living solar *reactor*."

"Thanks for the science lesson, Hank." Wolverine said, "But I'm still waitin' for the bottom-line."

"Short version he's probably immune to X-Gene based powers considering how much power he stores inside his body." Bishop guessed.

"You know, that kind of makes sense; it explains why the Professor and I can't hear his thoughts." Jean observed. "Telepathy works by us picking up thoughts – changes in electrical activity in the brain. We can't read the thoughts of animals, like dogs or cats, because there is so much less activity; their mental 'frequency' is too low." Turning to Clark, she added, "*You*, Clark, are in the *opposite* extreme; with all that activity in your head, *your* 'frequency' is too *high*."

"Wow. That *is* pretty interesting." Clark said.

"Okay," Cyclops said, "time for some team-work simulations."

"Aw, come *on*, Scott! We've been running these ever since we got back from school!" Shadowcat cried.

"*Ja*, man! It's zhe *veekend*!" Nightcrawler protested.

"The first team will be...Kurt, Kitty, and Clark." Cyclops said.

"I'm in!" Shadowcat chirped.

Suddenly, an alarm went off.

"Hold that thought." Psylocke went over to a console, pulling up some data. "Rogue, 15 years old in Mississippi. She can absorb life force energy and temporarily assume someone's mutant powers."

"Whoa, that could be dangerous." Cyclops said. "She could use *any* mutant's power."

"Yeah. So we need to find her before anything bad happens."

"Indeed." Xavier said. "I'm detecting other mutant signatures in Mississippi. but I can't locate them; it's possible that others are after her, as well."

"Who?" Jean asked.

"I'm not entirely sure." Xavier said. "I may have an idea...but I don't want to say until I'm *positive*."

"Professor...what are you hiding from us?" Cyclops asked. "Why won't you tell us?"

Xavier looked terribly haunted. "*Because I fervently hope I'm wrong.*" He admitted.

"Either way, we better go and find her." Bishop stated.

The X-Men headed to the Blackbird.

As they headed through the hallway, Cyclops glanced to Superman.

"Looks like this will be your first team mission." He said.

In minutes, they reached the Blackbird's hangar, and the X-Men all got into the plane, with Superman remaining outside. As the Blackbird began to take off, Superman took to the air, flying beside the Blackbird, as they headed towards Mississippi.

Rogue didn't stop running until she was far away from the party. She just wandered around the neighborhood, trying to figure out what on Earth had happened.

She barely realized it when she stopped by a house she had never seen before, walked up to it, took the spare key from under the mat, unlocked it, and headed inside.

She walked up to a bedroom, and looked around.

She saw all sorts of trophies and awards on a shelf overlooking a desk.

*...she could remember getting one plaque for a First-Place win in Public Speaking...*

*...she'd gotten an MVP trophy for that pass in last year's game...*

*...and that certificate was for being on the honor roll for several years in a row...*

Rogue shook her head to clear it. **What the...Ah neva did any of that stuff!** Cody' *did!*' she thought. She looked around; this was *Cody's* house! How had she gotten *here*?! Suppressing a horrified sob, Rogue ran down the stairs.

"Lost, are we?"

Looking around, Rogue screamed as she saw a burly-looking man in black and orange tights...with *metal claws extending from his knuckles!*

The man roared in feral rage, and slashed at her. Rogue managed to duck under the attack, and ran for her life. She kept running, even after she was out of Cody's house.

She never wanted to see that maniac *again*.

After Rogue fled from her, Mystique resumed her natural form; her plan was working perfectly.

'*I am sorry, my dear Rogue, but this is for your own good.*' Mystique thought to herself. '*I won't lose you to Xavier.*'

With that, she changed into a crow, and flew out of the house, to track Rogue from the air.

Shazam continued to track Mystique from the air as she flew after Rogue.

The Blackbird silently touched down in a clearing outside Mississippi.

Cyclops was the first one off, as Superman touched down a few feet away. As the others got out, Cyclops looked around.

"Where do you think she is?" He asked.

"Beats me." Bishop shrugged.

"Well, we'd better get moving; we have to find this 'Rogue'." Cyclops said.

"Good idea." Archangel took to the skies.

"Want my help." Cyclops raised his head and spotted Shazam descending.

"My name is Billy Batson. You can call me Shazam, World's Mightiest Mortal."

"Alright, Superman, Storm, Archangel, Banshee you four help Shazam look for Rogue from the air. The rest of us will search from the ground."

At that, the group spread out, and began to move through the brush, looking for Rogue.

"We've got her in our sights." Banshee spoke through his communicator. "She's not far away from the cemetery."

"Get to the cemetery, and wait for us there; we'll follow her on foot – going in from the air might scare her!" Cyclops replied. "Okay, people, let's move!" With that, they all ran towards the cemetery.

Wolverine met them at the cemetery gates, as Superman, Shazam, Archangel, Banshee and Storm touched down.

But he was cut off as a tremor shook the earth.

"Well, who do we have here?" came a voice, as Lance – Avalanche – stepped into view, wearing a dark blue bodysuit, with reinforced chest padding, grey boots, and a glass dome over his head. Then, Toad – in the armored uniform he'd worn when he'd infiltrated the Institute – hopped out next to him.

"*Lance?!*" Shadowcat cried. "What're *you* doing here?!"

"Hey, pretty Kitty." Avalanche sneered. "A friend of mine told me that you X-Geeks were looking for a new recruit..."

"...so we figured, hey, why not see if we could snatch her first?" Toad finished. "The new Brotherhood of Mutants could always use new members!"

"Leave this to us." A new voice called out.

A Japanese man with short black hair stepped into view. He was Shiro Yoshida, code named Sunfire. His mutation allowed him to absorb different kinds of radiation and fire powerful blasts of energy. Sunfire had just recently joined the X-Men and was still getting used to the team.

"I was hoping we would run into each other again. Consider this payback for last time."

Toad, however, wasn't so bold.

"S-Superman?!" He cried. "We're facing the Man of Steel!?"

"Oh, for the love of...will you quit whining, Tolansky?!" Avalanche snapped.

Cyclops told them. "The rest of us will look for Rogue."

Jean smiled. "Don't kick their butts too hard." She said.

The team then split up with Superman, Sunfire, Bishop, Shazam, Shadowcat and Gambit to handle the "Brotherhood."

Avalanche started to form an earthquake. With one mighty foot-stomp, Superman canceled it out, sighing. "Can't you try something new, Lance?"

Avalanche smirked. "Like this?" He shot back. "Toad!"

At once, Toad hopped at Superman, and fired a huge glob of goo, completely covering his face.

"Ha!" Toad declared. "You were right, Lance! What a total chump! What a..." but he froze...as he saw two glowing red eye-spots appearing in the slime.

Instantly, the hardened goo blasted apart as Superman's eye rays incinerated it, his face none the worse for wear...with an annoyed expression on it.

Toad smiled sheepishly. "Uh...about that 'chump' crack...completely out of line!"

Superman then saw the tree directly behind Toad...and extended his hand to Shadowcat. Shadowcat took it, and Superman quickly spun her for a throw, and sent her flying like an arrow towards Toad, who screamed. But instead of hitting him, Shadowcat phased through Toad, turning as she passed through...to rebound off the tree, and tackle him to the ground, before cartwheeling right back to where she'd started from.

"We did it!" She cheered. "That move *worked*!"

Superman then spied Avalanche getting ready for another quake. With one powerful foot-stomp, Superman caused Avalanche to *bounce* right off the ground. As the earth-shaking youth landed, Superman stomped again, sending him bouncing a bit higher. After two more bounces, Superman zipped over to where Avalanche landed, casually reached over, his hand inches from Avalanche's chest...and just *flicked* him with his finger.

That tiny flick had more than enough force to send Avalanche flying, to land hard on the ground; he'd be sore, but otherwise okay. Superman inhaled, and blew his freezing-breath, coating Avalanche with enough ice to keep him there for a little while, but not enough to give him so much as a cold.

"Just chill there for a little while." He said.

By then, Toad had started to get back up. Shadowcat ran at him, and dove for his ankles, phasing as she grabbed them...and trapping his feet in the ground, phasing out of the ground as she did.

With Toad's feet stuck, Shazam raised his fist and slammed it on the ground as electricity sent him flying.

"*We won!*" Shadowcat cheered. "We rock!"

"Let's see if we can find Rogue." Bishop told her.

He ran into the cemetery followed by Superman, Sunfire, Shazam, Shadowcat and Gambit.

After they'd split up to search the cemetery, Jean tried to scan for Rogue with her telepathy, but the girl's confusion made it difficult to zero in on her; not only that, a thick fog was rolling in.

Suddenly, Jean saw her, running through the rows of graves. "Wait!" Jean called, running after her. "We want to help you!"

Rogue stopped, turning around, looking terrified. "W-Who're you?!" she cried.

"My name is Jean Grey." Jean said. "My friends and I have been looking for you, Rogue."

"H-How do ya know about meh?!" Rogue demanded.

"Please, we just want to help you." Jean soothed.

"If ya want ta help meh, then just keep that lunatic away from meh!" Rogue cried.

*Bamf!*

"Jean, I'm not having any luck..." Nightcrawler began, but paused as he saw Rogue. "Oh. Uh...*Guten Tag, fraulein*." he greeted. (5)

"*AAAAHHHH!*" Rogue screamed. "W-What the..?!"

"No, it's okay!" Jean assured her. "This is Kurt; he's one of my friends!"

"Jean, I'm pickin' up her scent!" Wolverine called as he came into view. "She's right about..."

Rogue let out a blood-curdling scream.

"*GET AWAY FROM MEH!*" She screamed, and she pushed Kurt out of her way...

...her bare hand connecting with his face, by accident.

Nightcrawler went limp, falling over, as Rogue 'ported away, sing his power.

'*Scott, get over here! Kurt's down!*' Jean telepathically cried. In seconds, the others, including Scott, had gathered around their fallen friend. "I lost sight of Rogue." Jean said. "She used Kurt's powers."

"I'll go find out where she teleported to." Archangel flew off.

Just then the others ran up to them.

"*Kurt!*" Shadowcat cried, kneeling by her friend. "Hang on, fuzzy!" She looked to Jean. "Is he okay?"

Jean gently touched Kurt's mind...and nodded. "He's just unconscious."

"We lost track of Rogue." Cyclops said. "Dammit, we can't see in this fog!"

"She isn't far." Superman said, listening. "She's near an old warehouse, at the edge of the cemetery, a few feet east of here."

"You go on ahead." Cyclops said. "We'll follow on foot." Superman nodded, and flew off, as the others followed, with Wolverine lifting Nightcrawler onto his shoulders before following.

Nearly in tears, Rogue ran far away, coming to an old, abandoned warehouse, just outside the cemetery gates. She climbed over the gates, and darted into the warehouse, to hide. She climbed the stairs to the second floor, standing under the big hole in the ceiling, before she decided to hide in the shadows in the corner of the room...

"Please, miss, don't be afraid. We want to help you."

'*H-How'd they find meh so fast?!*' Rogue mentally wailed. She turned to face her pursuer. "Just leave meh *alone*!" she yelled at the guy. "First Ah get chased by some nut with claws, then Ah get ambushed by a blue *thing*, an' *now* Ah'm talkin' to a guy in a Superman costume!" She started to back away.

The guy noticed. "Miss, please, that floor...it isn't safe..." He started to move towards her.

"*Just leave meh **alone**!*" Rogue screamed, as she took another step backwards...

...and the floor gave way.

Rogue screamed as she began to fall...and stopped as the stranger grabbed her hand, stopping her fall. "Easy, now; I've got you." he said, smiling gently. "I won't let you fall." Then, as if she weighed nothing at all, he pulled her back up.

"*Don't touch meh!*" Rogue cried, yanking her hand out of his grip. "Everytime someone touches mah skin..." Then it hit her.

He'd held her bare hand...and *nothing happened*.

Slowly, gingerly, Rogue reached out...and touched the stranger's nose with her fingertip.

Nothing.

Slowly, she touched his nose for a few seconds longer.

Still nothing.

Then, taking a deep breath, she touched her hand to his face.

*Zip*.

"Oh mah Gawd..." Rogue murmured. She looked at him carefully. "What...*are* you?"

Just then, a very angry-looking Jean came storming up the stairs. "I *tried*..." she hissed at Rogue, "...I *tried*! *But some people just won't be helped!*"

...and then *another* Jean came up the stairs, followed by a few other people in suits, too. "Rogue, please don't be...*what on Earth?!*" the second Jean cried, as she saw her duplicate.

The angry looking Jean then cried out as she was shocked by electricity.

Slowly, the first Jean began to change...into a blue-skinned, red-haired woman.

"A shape-shifter..." The guy with funny-looking goggles murmured.

"Hello Mystique." Bishop glared at her.

At that revelation, everything made sense.

"*You*..." Rogue said, her eyes narrowing in anger, "...It was *you*! *You* were the one chasing meh!"

At her anger, the blue-skinned woman looked hurt, saddened...and then she glared at the one who'd exposed her. "You ruined *everything...*" She hissed, standing up.

"Get out of here Mystique." Shazam demanded.

The woman glowered at him. "You..." She spat. "...just made the biggest mistake of your *life*." With that, she changed into a crow, and flew away.

Now Rogue looked among these people. "You...weren't tryin' ta hurt meh?" she asked.

Jean – the *real* one – smiled, and shook her head no. "We want to help you, Rogue." she said.

"We're from the Xavier Institute, where mutants like us learn to control our gifts." the goggles guy said. "We wanted to ask you if you were interested."

Rogue gulped. "And...if Ah say no?"

The burly guy – the real one – chuckled. "We'd be disappointed, Stripes, but we'd respect your decision."

Rogue lightly smiled. "Whah not?" she said. Then, she turned to the stranger with the X-ray eyes. "Who *are* you?" she asked. "Ah just wanna know."

The stranger just smiled gently, looking at her as if she already knew.

It hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh mah freakin' *Gawd*..." Rogue murmured, "...that ain't a costume...you're the *real* Superman..."

"Pleased to meet you, Rogue." Superman greeted. "Now, let's get out of here, okay?"

Rogue smiled back; somehow, she knew she could trust these people.

"Okay."

It hadn't taken them long to get back to the Blackbird.