On Muir Island there was a rather large complex of buildings, the primary focus of said complex was the study and research of mutants. Many of the residents were mutants themselves who found safety in secluded area and have chosen to lives either on the base or someplace around the island. Standing in one of the clean white hallways was one of the young mutants that lived there, a thin, blonde-haired, teenage girl. She was standing completely still, looking intently at the phone in front of her. Everything about her had the casual ease of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

She wore a black ruffle skirt over bright pink stockings and clunky, black boots. Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her beat up, too-large, black leather jacket which was thrown on over a yellow teeshirt with, 'No, your mom.' in big black letters. Her face held bored expression as she occasionally blew at the chunk of hair falling into her eyes from her extremely bizarre hair style, full of pig-tails and braids.

Whatever it was that she'd been waiting for, it had apparently come and she grabbed the phone and dialed a number. It rang three times before someone on the other side picked up and answered in a shaky voice,

"H-hello?" the blonde smiled.

"Hello Jamie, I've waited a very long time to meet you." a sharp intake of breath came from across the line,

"How did you know my name? Who are you?" the voice came even more shaky than before, with traces of panic and fear.

"Relax Jamie, My name is Layla. I'm a mutant just like you. And like I said I've wanted to meet you for a long time. It was hard to plan everything out to get in contact with you. I'm glad you answered the phone this time." But of them knew that she was referring to the four previous calls that Layla had made. The reason Jamie never answered before was because she was calling him on a pay-phone that he passed everyday on his way home from school. Needless to say he had been sufficiently freaked out by the phone ringing everyday, right when he walked by. However on that Friday he'd finally worked up the courage to answer her call.

"Well what do you want from me?" Jamie's voice had calmed a little but was still nervous sounding. In response Layla kept her own words in a clear and even tone, hoping to reassure him.

"Like I said I'm a mutant but you don't have to be scared of me, we're the same age even!" her smile grew a bit wider here, "And I just want your help."

"With what?" he now sounded extremely curious as to what she wanted.

"We're going going to save the world Jamie, you and me." there was a long pause before she continued. "I know stuff Jamie, I know lots of stuff. And I need your help to stop something very bad from happening. Do you understand?"

"I-I think so, but why me? Can't you ask one of the older X-men?"

"No, it has to be you. Messing with fate is a tricky business and it has to be done just so." there was another pause before,

"Okay, what do you need me to do?" by now Layla's smile was threatening to reach her ears if it grew anymore.

"I'm glad you want to help. Right now what I need you to do is go back to the Institute, I'll be coming there as soon as possible so you just have to wait for me, okay?"

"Is that all?"

"Yup, that's it. I'll tell you more when I get there."

"Okay, I can do that. See you when you get here." as a sign of how his emotins had changed over their conversation, you could almost hear the slight smile in Jamie's voice.

"Bye Jamie." Layla hung up the phone and turned away. As she walked purposefully down the hall she couldn't help but think, 'Phase One, complete.'