Rogue and Bobby sat laughing on a beach just outside of the grounds of the mansion. Their laughter echoed throughout the summer air. It was a hot day and the beach was a private one, so Bobby and Rogue took advantage of their time alone.

"You know," Rogue said as she stood up to stretch, "it's a beautiful day. Perfect for a swim."

"Yeah, too bad we don't have our swimsuits," Bobby replied standing next to Rogue.

Rogue smiled slyly, "who says we need swimsuits?" She turned away from Bobby and began to slowly undress. Bobby stood watching without complaint. Soon, he began to undress as well. They made their way smiling and naked towards the water. Once in the water and after swimming for a while, Bobby swam up to Rogue and stopped.

"You know Marie," he began, "you are quite possibly the most beautiful woman I know."

"Bobby," Rogue looked away in embarrasment.

"I'm serious. I think I'm in love with you." He smiled as Rogue blushed. "Ironic huh?"

"What's that?" Rogue asked.

Bobby continued, "The one woman I want to be with and I can't even touch you. I guess we are cursed."

Just as Bobby was finishing her sentence there was a flash of light and a body, limp, fell from the sky and landed hard on the sand.

"Bobby!"

"I know, I saw it..." Bobby started to move through the water toward the beach.

"Bobby, please don't," Rogue pleaded, "stay here, please."

"We can't Rogue, she looks hurt." Bobby continued to wade through the water.

"Maybe we should get the professor."

"You're right Marie, go and get the Professor and I'll stay with the girl."

Rogue followed Bobby toward the shore, "Right." She made her way to her clothing and quickly dressed before running, full speed to the mansion.

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Charles Xavier sat quietly in his wheel chair looking out of the window of his office in the school that he had built for mutants. He was having a meeting with his teachers about the planned summer activities. The Professor's, "professor x" to those who knew him well, mind was wandering and he could yet figure why.

"...so what do you think Professor?" Scott probed Charles for a response.

"Something's wrong." Charles said with worry in his voice.

"That's what I told Logan. I mean it's ludacris, 'teaching the students to ride motorcycles,' God knows how many would be hurt!" Scott, Cyclops, continued not noticing Professor X's worried statement.

"Listen here 'one eye' I'm sick and tired..."

"Rogue!" Charles said. Everyone was confused until just then Rogue burst through the large oak doors into the office. She was soaking wet and shivering from the cold air of the mansion. Everyone looked to her and Storm spoke up.

"Rogue, honey, what is it?" Logan grabbed the blanket from the couch and draped it on Rogue's shoulders.

"T-there's a body, you, you, have to come QUICK!"

"Alright, kid," Wolverine said with worry, "show us and we'll follow."

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Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, and Rogue made their way through the grounds of the mansion to the beach where Rogue left Bobby.

"You say she fell out of the sky?" Cyclops asked as they walked.

"Yes, yes, from the sky. Do you not believe me? I mean, God, how many times do you have to ask me?" Rogue demanded as she stomped foward.

Wolverine glared at Cyclops, "Calm down kid, it's just, it's a little hard to imagine, you know. Noone's calling you a liar. We are just trying to picture it."

"What ever." Rogue waved her hand, "hurry, she's hurt really bad, maybe dead."

Finally, and much to Rogue's relief, they reached the edge of the beach. Bobby was bent over the girl checking her vitals. To her horror, Rogue saw that Bobby had forgotten to get dressed and was still naked next to the girl. Logan noticed as well and tried as hard as he could to keep his claws sheathed as he glared at Rogue and she blushed and turned away.

"Bobby!" She yelled, "I brought them!"

"Good!" He responded, "she's badly hurt but still alive."

The professors and Rogue finally reached Bobby. Rogue quickly found Bobby's pants and handed them to him.Logan was still growling. The others pretended not to notice.

Bobby started explaining, "we were SWIMMING," he said as he looked at Wolverine, "swimming, and we saw a flash of light and then this girl fell on the sand. She has been unconscience the whole time and so hasn't said anything."

"Well," started Cyclops, "we need to get her back to the mansion...to Jean."

"I agree." Said Storm.

"Wolverine, will you carry her?" Cyclops asked. Wolverine picked up the limp girl and started back towards the mansion, all the while mumbling something about "that damned ice cube." "Ahem, I just, um...well...hurry back to the mansion." Scott didn't know what else to say to Rogue and Bobby, so he left it at that. Storm followed as he went to the mansion.

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"Lay her on the table Logan." Jean Grey said as she readied her medical equipment. Logan layed the mysterious girl on the table and backed away.

"Who is she?" He inquired.

"I don't know," Jean answered.

"I wonder if she's a mutant...." Cyclops projected.

Just as they were coming up with their own conclusion of who she was and what she was doing popping out of the sky like that, the door to the infirmary opened and Professor X wheeled in.

"Her name..." he said as he wheeled closer, "...is Anaka Riker."

"Who is she professor." Jean asked.

"Well, I believe she is the third heir to the prophecy." Charles said as he looked at her with strange amazement. The others couldn't helped but be amazed as well, because there wasn't much in this world that could take Charles Xavier aback.

"What 'prophecy?'" Logan asked.

Charles looked at him and smiled, "the wiccan prophecy. Logan, you'll be sure to bring her to my office when she has awoken?" The professor left the room.

"Um, yeah, sure." Wolverine said, still looking at the girl. "A witch?" He said to himself. He felt drawn to her in some way, he couldn't explain it. His mind was racing with thoughts, he had to know her and didn't know why.

"I've never met a witch," Jean said as she worked on the girl.

Logan looked at Jean in awe, "you say that like it's nothing, I mean she is a witch Jean!"

Jean smiled, she could see the thoughts in Wolverine's head, he thought she was serenly beautiful and he was very intrigued by her. "Yeah Logan, she's a witch, but is she really any different from any of us mutants?" Jean spoke as strange feelings from Logan flooded her head and she could feel something Logan probably didn't even realize he was feeling and it floored her...worry and concern. Wolverine, the man who had only truly cared about two women in his life was worried and concerned for this stranger. For some unspoken reason, he was attached. Jean stared off into the distance until Logan interrupted her mind scan,

"Jean?" He said, looking concerned for her as well, "Jean, what's wrong?" He demanded.

"What?" She snapped her head to meet his gaze, "oh nothing," she smiled, "just tired."

"Well, why don't you go to bed?" Logan asked

"No, I can't, someone needs to be here, I can't leave her alone."

"Jean, go to bed, I'll watch her." Logan offered.

"Logan..." Jean tried to protest, but only to be polite. In truth, she really was tired and she knew Scott would want her in bed with him. She sighed and gave in, "Ok Logan, but if anything happens..."

"I'll come and get you straight off." And with that Jean was gone and Logan was alone with this person that was tugging at his mind.

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