Title: All within the mind…

Author: Melci

Warning: Possible spoilers for the comics and/or movies (Wolverine: Origin/The End/Weapon-X and the original Wolverine serie, mainly)

Disclaimer:Alas, none of the characters in this story belong to me, aside from my original character.

So… What is it? This is a fanfic about the x-men written from two points of few, this is my characters point of view, the other one is from Linn Scarlett, called "Empathy & Instincts"

A/N: The story takes supposedly place some time after the movie X-men: The Last Stand though with several adaptions: yes Jean is gone (emphasis on gone… whether she might come back later is yet to be determined.), Scott did in fact not die, he was later found severly wounded near Alkeli Lake, Xavier is again very much alive, after transferring his mind into another body, and sabretooth and wolverine do go way back.

Story rating: M-rated

Chapter Rating: T-rated

It was a sunny day when a cab arrived in front of the Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning, and it brought in a teacher from the Massachusetts Academy, where Emma Frost was the headmistress. It was at this time, when the storm had begun to calm, that Mrs. Frost wanted to show professor Xavier that her intentions were in fact pure.

Well, pure wouldn't be the best word to describe what she had in mind, but… for Emma, it was about as close as it could get.

So she sent one of her teachers to aid Xavier, after all, now that Jean was gone, there was still a spot to fill. And it just so happened that this new teacher, Mathew Frost, was also telekinetically, and telepathically gifted. He had been accepted into the house of Frost, for the simple reason that Emma liked him far too much to be a nephew-once-removed.

So, there he stood, his suitcases being placed on the ground, as the gate opened. And then the cab drove off. There he was, an entirely new school, with new people, new mutants, and… very chaotic thoughts.

It struck him only now that only a few here were in fact telepaths, that had been quite different from the special department of Mrs. Frost's Academy, where due to all the telepaths, orderly thoughts were kept. And for a good reason were their thoughts orderly, they were trained to keep their psychic ears open at all times. Something that would probably result in a big migraine here.

But there was no time to waste, he walked through the gates, his suitcases following him, gently floating through the air. Although it was not Frost's Academy, it wasn't too bad. As he approached the door, and got ready to reach for it, the door was pulled open with such a speed that completely caught Mathew off guard. The shock caused his concentration the fail, and the suitcases fell to the ground, spilling their contents. In the doorway stood a 'man' who introduced himself as Hank McCoy, his appearance was one Mathew was familiar with, for this same man had been assigned a UN-governor not too long ago, but he was taking a well deserved rest.

"Ah, you must be the new teacher." Hank greeted him, "Hank McCoy, and.. let me help you with that." He spoke, as he walked past Mathew to get the contents back into the suitcases. "Mathew Frost, and thank you." Getting the contents back into the bag was actually easy, no the real problem was getting the suitcases to close. He had actually used them in a Telekinesis lesson, so everyone could try to close the suitcase. In the end, they couldn't do it by themselves.

"The professor is waiting for you in his office" Hank said. Nodding for Mathew to go see him, "I will take care of your luggage." And so he proceeded, as he found his way to Xavier's office, he could already sense his presence. Quickly he reminded himself not to read thoughts without permission around here, apparently it was something deemed unethical… Mrs. Frost didn't care too much for ethics, but here, here it was a completely different story.

As Mathew opened the door to the Professor's office he silently greeted the professor, "You asked for me?"

"Ah yes" Came the delighted answer of the professor, "The X-men are currently away, and we need someone to look after the children."

The disappointment was written on Mathew's face, he was a teacher, not a babysitter. And secretly, he had been hoping he might one day be allowed to actually join the x-men. After all, there were a telepath short…

"Oh, let me rephrase that" The professor quickly replied, he didn't have to read minds to notice his new teacher's disappointment, "I mean to teach, obviously, from what I've heard from Emma, you have quite a potential."

That was beginning to sound more like it, and it certainly cheered Mathew up a little. "Thank you, Professor. As soon as I'm done decorating my room, I'll start right away." And off he was, saying his goodbye's to the professor telepathically, he wasn't used to all this talking, it was starting to strain his throat. He sighed, already was he missing Frost's Academy, not to mention their constant telepathic background noise. But now that he was assigned a teacher here, he could make the same changes here.

As he got upstairs to find his room, he found it rather lacking. Well, he wasn't certain whether it was his room, but his suitcases were in front of it. Maybe… some student accidentally moved them, and the room opposite to this one was actually his. As he opened the door, and was stunned by the great view, he decided that must have been the case.

He had just about finished removing the few traces of someone else living here, and replacing it with his own stuff, when he heard a loud crashing sound. Looking out of the window he saw a strange man… well man, about as man-like as one would call Hank.

For a moment he considered helping them, then again, he noticed an older girl who apparently had the situation under control. And after all, the best practice is real life itself… not to mention the fact that he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Then he felt a slight telepathic nudge, soon followed by the voice of the professor entering his mind, I'm sorry for the intrusion, but could you take care of the children? I'm afraid me and their caretaker will have to deal with something. And then he was gone, not even waiting for a reply. He saw the girl walk off, followed by the man-ish creature as if he were a puppy.

"Great…" He spoke to himself, "So I am only here to look after the children then, and I can't be trusted with issues." Apparently matters were even worse than Mrs. Frost might have feared, they still were a bit hesitating to trust their good intentions.

Muttering to himself he walked out of his room, locking the door again with his mind, and walked towards the children outside, silently praying to himself they had anything like the discipline of the students of Frost's Academy.

Well, that's all for now folks,

More soon to follow...