"Jean, A'hm right sorry, but there just ain't no way in tarnation Ah'm gonna let you mess with mah feelin's about Remy." Rogue was adamant, and there wasn't any changing her mind.

"Rogue, all I'm going to do is erase the emotions he accidently forced on you. I'd also like to put a small barrier in place so it doesn't happen again." Jean was honestly bewildered by Rogue's refusal. Her stubbornness was also causing her no end of irritation.

"Jean, me'n Remy LeBeau got our problems. But they're our problems, and Ah'm gonna be the one to fix them. That is, if you can ever find him." Rogue scowled at Jean.

Jean finally lost her patience and her temper. "Rogue…just what the hell do you want from me? I have told you again and again why I can't find him. You hear what you want to hear, and pay no attention to the rest, and I have had enough of it! Now for once in your stubborn life you will listen! You are the one who screwed up. You are the one who started this whole mess. And so, you find him!" Jean turned her back on Rogue, and strode off, her red hair practically shooting sparks.

Rogue's own red-haired temper ignited. "Don't think I won't! Couldn't do no worse!" As the rest of the team watched in disbelief, she launched herself out the study window, into the sky, nothing more in her head than to get away.

Three miles later the anger gave way to something approaching reason. **Damned if 'n I didn't do it again. Runnin' away ain't gonna solve nothin', it's just gonna make it a whole lot harder to go back.** She flew lazy loops in the sky, thinking.

After a couple of hours, with all her stubborn determination in hand, she sought out Hank.

"Ah need your help, Beast, " Rogue said, walking in to his lab.

"Certainly, Rogue. And what can this marvelously insightful genius do for you today?" Hank's good nature was firmly in place. He suspected that for Rogue to seek him out, the situation was going to require nerves of steel.

"Can a person really change?" Rogue was staring at everything but Beast as she asked that question. "I mean, not just act different, but really be different?"

"Philosophy is not my strong point, Rogue. I assume we are speaking about yourself? Or am I assuming too much?"

"Oh, it's me all right. See, doc, all my life, I've been told the only person Ah could ever trust was my mama. Now, I know in my head that that just ain't true, but Ah think Ah've been still believin' it in my heart somewheres. There ain't no other way to explain why Ah do the things Ah do, sometimes. And Ah don't want to be the person that Ah am anymore. Ah don't like the way Ah do things. Ah don't like running away being my first response. Ah don't like losing my temper without thinking about what was said first. And Ah specially don't like witholding trust from my friends. But tryin' to be different ain't near the same thing as actually being different. So you tell me, Hank. Can a person actually change? Or am I stuck being somebody Ah don't much like, these days."

Hank was silent for a while, as he thought about what to say. "Rogue, I'm not sure I'm the best one for you to talk about this with, but I'll give you my opinion, for what it's worth. Yes, these are some character traits that are considered undesirable. However, your childhood makes it remarkable that you have become the person you are. These traits you so dislike were instilled at a young age, and therefor have the strength of years behind them. I don't see this as something you should be disliking yourself for, but I would agree that they need to be changed. It's a difficult proposition, Rogue. It takes time, and effort."

I believe it to be a matter of training. We can train dogs not to bark, we can train children not to interrupt adult conversation, it's even been possible to train Bobby. If this is more than a theoretical conversation, I think I could help, but just how committed are you to this?

"My name is Noah."