A/N: This is an intro for an anti-Xaiver fic that I am thinking of writing, tell me what you think. Oh yes, and this is not just my story, if we actually write it, Twinkles and me are both gonna work on this one.

Disclaimer~I own nothing, nothing at all.

Doubts…..

Have you ever spent so much time fighting for something, that you forget what it is you are fighting for? It's like you never really took the time to think about 'why,' cause you were always so concerned about 'what'?

Sometimes I feel that way about my life. On the sleepless nights, of thoughtful dreams…. I lay awake and wonder why I am who I am. Am I part of the X-Men because they got to me before the brotherhood? Do I really believe in what it is that I am fighting for? Or am I here because I was told this is right? I don't know anymore.

My once thoughtful mind is now nothing but a computer. A programmed computer that does what it's told and asks no questions from the programmer. Does the Professor here my thoughts? Does he know of my doubts? I don't know what they would do to me if they knew. If they knew the doubts that plagued my mind. Would they allow me to stay? What would the Professor do?

These are the questions that perplex my mind. They used to only come every once in a while. But now, now more often I am having these doubts. It's like they are a new part of my tedious routine. The only difference is that these do not come from the Professor. No, I am getting these thoughts from someone else. But who else has telepathic powers? No one at the institute.

I have this underlying feeling that something big is going to happen. Every once in a while I retrieve these memories. Not memories of something that has already happened, but rather, something that will.

For now, I can do nothing, nothing but wait, and wonder, what will tomorrow bring? And will I, Kitty Pryde be ready for it?