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A/N: Hey guys, this is a sequel to another story I'm writing. It's not quite published yet, I'm working out the problems first, but I just posted this up to see if you like the style of writing here. I hate writing OC's, but I couldn't help it with this one. She's got no name yet, so I'll continue it when I publish the PREQUEL to this one.
PROLOGUE
It had been almost three years since her encounter with them. The X-Men. After that experience, she'd been sent home to finish her studies.
Seeing as she never was obliged to stay with them after the deal with Sabretooth was over, the Professor wanted her to be back where priorities lay; education, family, and life in general.
School was not as monotonous as before her encounter with the team, because her experience with them reminded her of so many important things, like connecting.
That was the main thing right now. To do what it was she had forgotten before she met the X-Men. To bring what she had experienced with them to all aspects of her life. They made her realize the deep relationship every soul has for another, and that all it takes is a little connection to make it into a deep bond.
Yet the things she missed most; the action, the adventure, the people who made her realize all this and those she had bonded with would be enveloping her once again in a thrilling tale that would unfold in the next few weeks.
But she didn't know that.
The morning sun came through the beautiful French windows to be greeted with the sight of a spotless study. Floor to ceiling bookshelves were lined across the walls and a great mahogany desk was at the center of the room.
The occupant of the room seemed so fitting that it was like he was born to just be there. Behind the desk, he sat on a wheelchair, back to the door, his hands steepled under his chin and was staring out through the glass panes.
His eyes closed, the sun drifting across his face as he thought thoughts that would only be his for the time being, he rested back in his chair with a sigh.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he swiveled around.
"Come in."
Two men, one clean shaven and the other with a rugged beard stepped into the room. One of the men, his dirty blonde hair cut short and simple, stepped forward and asked,
"You sent for us, Professor?"
The other man ran a hand through his thick unruly hair and proceeded to the wall to lean on it and simply waited for the conversation to play out.
"Indeed," Xavier said, addressing them.
"It is time for the two of you to make a certain pick-up."
A/N: There're gonna be a couple of chapters to introduce the style first, but she still has no name. Read on, so i can find out your take on the style of things. Comment. Just click away at the little button down there. It'd be appreciated!! :D