Jan. 20th, 2017

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It had been one year almost to the day since she'd arrived in this universe that wasn't her own. Well, it was hers, she supposed, just not the one she'd always known, and not one where she necessarily belonged. When the timeline had reset, the war had been erased from history and lives changed beyond imagine. Some people had been born who had never existed, and some who had been born were now...

Perhaps that's why she had come into the new world as she had. While the others in that mountain temple had simply woken up in new bodies with no memory of their previous lives, she had no body to go into. There had been no Marie born in this alternate universe, no Rogue had joined the X-Men and fought for mutant rights. So here she was, in the scarred body she'd had in her original timeline, full of memories of all the atrocities humanity had committed against itself. She'd tried to step back into her old life with the X-Men, sharing with Charles more of what had happened in her world so he and the others might be more aware of the dangerous possibilities ahead, but in the end it had just been too painful to stay in the mansion. Once it had been her home, but those monsters had turned it into a prison and she would never be able to escape those memories.

It was when she'd spoken with Charles of her decision to leave that he had offered her an opportunity that she hadn't been able to refuse -- the chance to help establish a new school for mutants on the west coast. For years now, the mutant population had been growing exponentially, and there was a great need for another school to accommodate all the children who needed safety and training. The foundations were already being laid for the building, all she would have to do was supervise the construction and security plans. As the months had passed and the project progressed, though, she found herself more involved than just that, adding her own design touches and recruiting teachers and other staff for when the school opened. They were six months out now from receiving their first cohort of students, and she was surprised to find that she was genuinely excited about it.

She'd missed feeling that way. About anything.
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Rogue could never have imagined this was how her life would turn out. She was supposed to have had a happy life after the Sentinel War - they'd reset the timeline, she was supposed to forget her years of government-sanctioned torture and have a chance to live again. Instead, that damn portal had picked her up and deposited her on a random planet that was apparently incredibly far away from Earth, and the locals had dropped her in a jail cell until they could decide what to do with her. (She was fairly certain the decision would have been swift death if her powers had been active, but as far as she could tell, the portal had knocked them out at least temporarily - a good thing, as she'd lost her gloves.)

Once the locals had figured out she wasn't going to rain terror and destruction down on them, they'd let her out of the cell at least, though she'd still been watched like a hawk. They'd tried to give her new clothes, but considering how... revealing their clothing was, she'd chosen to suffer through the heat and the memories the grey jumpsuit brought on rather than risk her powers acting up and hurting someone.

It had been sheer luck that the Enterprise had happened to stop by and caught wind of a woman falling from the sky. From what she'd been told, it wasn't the first time they'd encountered someone from another time, and while they were still a bit wary of her, she'd been offered a ride back to Earth. Eventually.

She'd been taken straight to medical to be looked over by the one the captain had affectionately referred to as "Bones", a man by the name of Leonard McCoy with a southern accent that reminded her of home. There was no fondness in her for doctors or biological scientists of any sort these days, but McCoy had set her at ease right away, calming her nerves over being in the medbay by regaling her with stories of his days studying at Ole Miss.

That must have been where it started, that growing fondness for the grumpy chief medical officer who could rant for days about all the reasons he hated space travel. She enjoyed it when he was grumpy, finding the same amusement that she had always found in Logan's sour moods, and she genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. He made her forget all the terrible things in her life and... he gave her hope for the future that was still so unclear. Because while he knew so many things about her -- her mutation, that she'd survived horrible circumstances during the war, that she'd lost her husband four years earlier -- he didn't press her for information that she wasn't ready to share. He'd seen the scars on her back but hadn't demanded the story of their creation. He made her feel safe and accepted.

So she'd started spending more of her time around him, in between learning more about this universe and time that were foreign to her and practicing with some of the security personnel to get back into shape. The latter was why she'd ended up in the medbay that morning, having fallen during a sparring match with a particularly large crew member and hurt her left wrist. She was sitting on one of the beds as a nurse scanned the injury, sleeve pulled up far enough to reveal the tattooed M4867 on her skin, and half dreaded when her favorite doctor would arrive and the scolding that was sure to follow.
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