"I'd been in contact with Jean's hand much less time than with Risty's neck, yet my powers had worked. There had to be something about Risty..." Alternate Universe in which Risty Wilde isn't just a figment of Mystique's imagination and, in fact, becomes so much more to her "best mate" than either of them could predict. Told from Rogue's POV, occasionally from Risty's and other perspectives. F/.