Hi Everyone! I'm so excited to finally share this story with people. I've been having this dream for weeks and couldn't resist writing it down and seeing where I could take it. This is my first fanfic so please bear with me. Reviews would be SO appreciated right now! Let me know if you want to keep writing or burn the computer I'm typing this on! Jk, please don't do that I'm a broke college kid and can't afford that. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Amara

"Well this is just peachy…." Amara muttered, glancing outside the window. As far as she could see, police were surrounding the building.

"It's as if they never witnessed a mutant before!" Amara rolled her eyes, angered at the police forces' insolence. Crouching below the window, she began to strategize a way out.

"With my record, I can't get caught again. Especially for what I just did? Damn, they'll lock my ass up and I'll never see daylight again." She thought, eyes scanning the room she was housed in. After her genetic gift decided to show itself again after some sleaze bag decided to make himself too familiar with her anatomy, Amara had fled the scene, knowing with the amount of witnesses around that there was no way in hell she was going to get away punishment free. Hearing sirens in the distance, she ducked into this abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city Tamanrasset, Algeria, acknowledging that her only other option other than surrendering to the police was to face death in the Sahara Desert.

As her frustration mounted, her eyes landed on a piece of the wall that looked strikingly different from the rest. Sprinting to it, she gently outlined the wood, eyes widening at her realization that this was a poorly done patch job.

"With just the right amount of force, I could break out of this shit hole. I'll take my chances with the desert, better than going back with those fuckers to who knows where." She surmised, rushing to the other side of the building for a running start. Getting into a sprinting stance, she heard what she assumed to be the police chief yelling at her to stand down, give herself up, yadda yadda yadda.

"Damn, I wish I spoke Arabic," she whispered, "I'd tell this guy just where he could shove his demands… Ok, freaky power thingys, you got me into this mess, as usual, so you're damn sure gonna get me out."

Amara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She envisioned just how she wanted to escape, and in no time a soft breeze began to whip around the room. Furrowing her eyebrows, she concentrated harder until the winds picked up their speed, all but lifting her off of her feet at their force.

Smiling, Amara opened her eyes and sprinted towards the weak part of the walls. With the winds at her back she broke through the wood with ease. She didn't stop as she approached the police line.

"Fuck you, assholes!" She shouted as she blasted through the surprised men and took off into the desert. Before the men could comprehend that the sudden tornado had indeed been their target, Amara was gone, the only evidence that she had even been in the area was a shattered wall and a light breeze following her escape route.

Logan

"Gorramnit swap rat!" Logan yelled, much to his adversary's amusement. Remy sprinted away from the scene of the crime, howling laughter behind him. Logan growled like a feral dog, wiping the remnants of Remy's whipped cream prank off of his face.

"When I get my hands on that damn Cajun, I'm gonna skin him alive and then we'll see if the asshole'll still be laughin'." He thought, groaning as he got up from bed. Glancing at his clock, he noticed it was 7:21 a.m. He had to get ready for the X-Men meeting in half an hour.

"Remy the luckiest piece of shit alive right now, cuz if I didn't have this damn meeting, oh the things I'd do to him…" He mumbled, grinning wickedly. Entertaining different methods of murder, Logan took a quick shower and got dressed into his typical dark jeans, tank top and flannel shirt, then headed downstairs.

Kids were scurrying all over the place, last minute preparing to go home. It was the end of the academic year, and the kids who had homes to go back to were due to leave in a few hours. Logan smiled at a few of the students, giving a few 'have a nice summers' to the good kids, and a few choice words and threats to the not so nice ones.

"Logan!" a voice exclaimed, and before he could react, Marie had enveloped him in tight bear hug, smiling up at her surrogate father.

"How ya doin', kid?" Logan asked, returning her hug enthusiastically. After Marie had taken the cure, she had returned to her new home apprehensive of what her fellow students and teachers would have to say. To her surprise, she did not meet any resistance or criticism to her decision, being welcomed with open arms. Though her boyfriend Bobby did not at first agree with her decision, he eventually came to realize that it was only her decision to make, and actually began to enjoy being able to touch and kiss his girlfriend.

"When ya guys leavin' today? I wanna see ya off." Logan said, disengaging himself from Marie just enough to glare at her. Her, Bobby, Kitty, Peter, and Jubilee had plans to go spend a few weeks with Bobby's family in their summer rental apartment near New York City. Though Logan did not like the idea of the kids going so far for so long, and definitely did not like the idea of Bobby and Marie being so far from his ever watching eye, he found solace in Bobby's parents being present at all time, and had confidence that Bobby would not try nothing after his talk with Logan yesterday. Logan smirked at the memory of Bobby's heightened heart beat and shivering not from the cold.

"We leavin' at 11, Logan. Ah already packed and everything, but Jubilee refuses tah leave without her whole wardrobe with her." Marie explained, rolling her eyes to express her annoyance.

Logan grinned and patted Marie's hair lovingly as he said, "Ya know how she gets, kiddo. I got a meetin' with Storm and the furball, hopefully it don't last too long, and I'll be up before ya leave, ok? Don't ya even think about leavin' before I see ya understood?" He asked, staring over Marie's shoulder at her boyfriend as he asked the question. Bobby gulped and quickly nodded as he grabbed Marie mumbling about needing help packing as he scurried as far away from Logan he could.

Chuckling to himself, Logan made his way downstairs to the sublevels, dreading sitting through another pointless meeting Hank thought as necessary. It was four months after the last stand was made at Alcatraz, and the pain of the losses was beginning to lessen. But as people began to heal, problems began to arise at the school. Ororo had taken Charles' place as head master of the school, and demonstrated the same leadership and compassion as her predecessor. Unfortunately, there was one role she could not fill: being able to use Cerebro to find other mutants in need. Fortunately, one such telepathic mutant had happened upon their doorstep a few weeks ago. Her name was Emma Frost, and she claimed to be sent by Charles. After the initial confusion had subsided, she relayed her last conversation with the professor, which happened to be immediately after Jean had escaped from the school. Xavier had told her of Jean resurfacing, and had asked of her a favor. If after three months she had not heard from him nor felt his conscience, to go to the school and continue to use Cerebro for its intended use.

Logan waltzed into the meeting room, winking at Emma who rolled her eyes and impatiently waited for him to take a seat. Emma was a beautiful woman; she had platinum blonde hair that flowed to her midsection and a very curvy body. Logan always flirted with her, which although it was completely innocent, did not stop from annoying her to the core.

Clearing her throat, she glanced at Ororo who silently nodded for her to proceed with her debriefing.

"As you all know, other than being a teacher here, I also am constantly scanning for mutants as Charles had asked me to. Last night, though I had not been actively using Cerebro, I received a telepathic message from it." She began.

"Wait, Cerebro can do that?" Ororo asked in wonder.

Emma glanced over at Hank, who was nodding yes. "A few years ago, Charles had expressed his concern for how much time he had to spend away from Cerebro, worrying that anything could happen in his absence. He asked if there was a way that Cerebro could notify him of any new findings while he was away. I found a way to do this, though it only has the capability of notifying him of Level 5 mutants…" Hank explained as he eyes gazed curiosly at Emma, insisting she continue.

"Yes, well, that is exactly what it found. Meet Amara." She gestured towards the projection screen as she hit a button on her remote. A picture of a striking young woman, no more than 25 yrs old came on the screen. She had dark, almost black eyes that seemed to glower into the camera. She had full lips that were twisted into a scowl in the mugshot. Her skin was a medium milk chocolate complexion, and her hair, which was short, black with natural brown highlights, and knappy, wildly enhanced her features. Logan took a quick gasp of air. She was undoubtedly gorgeous, but that wasn't it. He recognized this woman.

"Where could I have seen her, before?" He thought.

Emma's head snapped to look at him, surprise written on her face as she heard his projected thoughts. She quickly shrugged and continued detailing the young woman to her teammates.

"This woman was in an out skirted city in Algeria. Upon checking their recent news, I found an article detailing what the journalist deemed a 'freak occurrence'. It seems some drunk had pawed at our friend here and had been a little too forward with her, causing her to panic and release a bolt of electricity that killed him on the spot. She fled to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, and just when police were asking for her surrender she burst through the back and whisked through the police line. Police officers thrown from the area claimed that she was inside of a tornado, that she had CREATED it to escape." Emma elucidated.

Ororo's eye brows shot up in shock. "Is her ability mastery over the elements like me?" She asked.

"I thought so at first, but I remembered that she was a Level 5, while you're only a Level 4, Ororo."

Ororo nodded in understanding as Emma continued.

"I did some more research and hacked into Algeria's records and found that this was not the last time she was under scrutiny. Apparently twenty years ago, this girl and her father were sailing off the coast of Alegeria when the ship was over taken by Ethiopian pirates. At first the pirates had planned on ransoming the two to the American government, assuming where they were from based on them screaming and pleading in English. Imagine their surprise when they realized that the father was actually a fugitive, who had deserted their clan five years ago. In a fit of rage, the leader necklaced her father in front of her and-"

"Well what tha hell is necklacin'?"

"If you'd let me finish Logan, I'd explain it." Emma glowered until Logan quieted down.

"Anyways, necklacing has been a form of torture used in Africa since the 80s. The pirates found a tire and filled it with gasoline. They placed it around the man's neck and lit it, thus causing his head to catch fire. Necklacing usually takes about twenty minutes to kill its victims, so I have no doubt that that's how long Amara's father suffered before he died."

Hank shook his head in disgust as Ororo and Logan gasped in horror.

"Imagine having to watch your father die like that…" Ororo cried, wiping her eyes.

"Those sonsovbitches!" Logan pounded the table, leaving a dent in the metal.

"Yes indeed." Emma regretfully murmured. "But that's not the end of her suffering. Seeing her father die like that was extremely traumatic, and when the pirates turned their eyes upon her it was too late. She was floating in the air, murmuring and crying. When the men moved to apprehend her, waves began crashing the ship, each one stronger than the last until the entire ship was destroyed. A humongous hurricane was created and lasted almost two days, expanding a total of 7500 miles in gale diameter.

Everyone gasped at the thought of such power wielded by a child.

"It was the largest maritime disaster in Africa's history. We still are not aware of the casualties. Her body somehow made it to shore. One of the pirates had managed to abandon ship before the ship was destroyed, and recounted the events to the Algerian police. She was arrested on the spot and spent twenty years incarcerated in one of the worst prisons in the world."

"She must be one seriously tough woman." Logan mumbled.

"Oh believe me she is. She's been in more fights and has the longest medical record I've ever seen. She was released three years ago and has been living under the radar until now."

"But how was Charles unaware she created the disaster? I thought he monitored for things like that. I mean, that's how he found me." Ororo admitted.

"The police did not share the origins of the storm, I had to dig extremely deep into their records, and her file is under their highest classification."

"So when can we save this woman?" Hank inquired.

"She was last seen heading into the Sahara Desert, and all surrounding cities have been notified of her arrest warrant. No news of her has come up so it's safe to assume she stayed in the desert. Head out at twelve hundred hours. I'll be monitoring the news to find any updates on her whereabouts. Meeting adjourned."

Everyone got up and shuffled out the door, Hank and Ororo murmuring to each other whispering sympathies about the poor woman and expressing their need to help. Logan was too deep in his thoughts to take any heed.

"Where have I seen this woman before?" He wondered. "I've never met her but she looks so familiar….."