Okay, this story idea has been flowing around my head for ages, so I had to get it written down. I know its not my best work, but I wanted to see if anyone liked it or not. If they do, I might continue it. Hope you like it!

The young girl sat on one of the small chairs in Professor Xavier's office, her knees brought up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her hair was muddy blond, in desperate need of being brushed, fairly long so it hung just past her shoulders, and a mass of bangs fell over her face, covering quite a lot of it's right side. Her eyes were brown and had an empty look to them. She had quite a few freckles on her cheeks and across her nose and very pale skin. She couldn't be any older then 15, and was fairly small for her age. As for her clothes, she was wearing a black, baggy wool jumper that was clearly far to big for her, as the neck had slipped down one of her shoulders and the sleeves were so long that if her arms were by her sides, her finger tips didn't even peak out. Thankfully the purple, somewhat frilly, skirt that she was wearing did fit her. However, she didn't have any shoes on. She was staring into the distance and though she wasn't talking, her lip were moving like she was trying to whisper a secret to someone who want there.

Logan, who was stood just outside the doorway to the room with Storm and the Professor, raised one eyebrow and grunted, "Are you sure about this, chuck?"

"Yes, Logan. She is one of us, and she needs our help," he answered his friend firmly.

"The professor is right. We couldn't just leave her," said Storm.

"Yeah, well, if you ask me, I don't think that girl's tree doesn't goes all the way to the top branch," he argued, looking over that her again.

"That is exactly why we have to help her Logan," Storm told him. Just then, they heard the front doors open, followed by the usual loud conversations of the older teenagers we just arrived home from school.

"Ah, there you all are," greeted the Professor. "Would you all come over here for a moment?"

They complied, and followed the adults into his office, where the girl sat. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Xena Jenkins. She will be living here with us for a while," he greeted them. Straight away, everyone had different impressions on the girl. Scott, like Logan, took one look at the girl's eyes, position and her lip and thought that he must be a little crazy. Jean found her a little off putting for some reason. Kitty thought that she really needed some new clothes. Evan thought that he was simply a bit weird. Kurt thought that there might be something different about her. Rouge simply thought that she was just like this normally, just shy or something like that. Despite what anyone thought, none of them seamed to want to introduce themselves to the girl first, and she didn't seam to even notice that they were there. She just kept staring into space and whispering silently.

"Erm… Like, hi, Xena. I'm Kitty. Nice to meat you," Kitty tried, offering the girl her hand, but Xena didn't even look up at her. However, she did say something.

"Slipping, always slipping," Xena quietly whispered before going silent again. This most defiantly raised the awkwardness of the room. No one was really sure what to do or say. Thankfully, Professor Xavier did.

"Storm, why don't you show Xena to her room? We can do introductions later."

"Of course professor." Storm moved next to the girl and gently placed her hand on her shoulder. "Are you coming?"

Suddenly, Xena shot her head up, her hollow eyes staring straight at Kurt, who was still had his holographic inducer still turned on. "Hiding," she said quickly. "Hiding behind 0's and 1's, 0's and 1's, 0's and 1's… A cloud of data… not right, the sun can't reach you. Come out…"

Feeling a little awkward, Kurt nervously reached over to his wrist and switched of his watch. A crackle of static electricity surrounded his body for just a split second, before his normal self was revealed. At first, he expected the girl to be shocked, or even scream, like people normally did. But she didn't. Her expression didn't even change.

"Better?" asked Kurt.

"…The sun can reach you now…" that was all she said before stepping up and walking out of the room with Storm, leaving everyone else in the room very confused.

"Hey, Professor? Is she, oh I don't know… crazy!?" asked Evan, who wasn't the only one more then freaked out about the girl.

"Well… I suppose it depends on what you class as crazy. But, yes. I'm afraid she dose have a few mental problems," he answered simply.

"Is it safe to have her here then?" asked Jean, who was very concerned. "Dose it affect her powers or anything?"

"Xena is a psychic. Like myself she can some times here people's thoughts and can even predict there future, as well as see their past and there conditions in the present, like she did with Kurt. I'm not very sure just how powerful her powers are, or if her current state of mind contributes to them. But she is a very disturbed young girl."

"You can, like, say that again!" piped up Kitty.

"Well, I hope you, Rouge and her can get along, Kitty, as you will be sharing a room together now."

"What!?" demanded Rouge and Kitty at the same time.

"I do apologise, but with all the new mutants who have just arrived, we don't have any more room."

"But what about Jean?" asked Rouge. "Can't the girl stay with her?"

"I can't, I'm sharing with Jubilee and Rahne, remember?"

Rouge sighed heavily. "Fine, but if that girl goes killer psycho on use, I'm not sharing a room with her," she told the Professor, Kitty agreeing with her.

"You don't have to worry about that," he assured them. "Right know, Hank is down in his lab, trying to produce some sort of medicine for her so that her, shall I say 'outbreaks', do not happen as often and they shouldn't become violent. At least until I can figure out what is wrong with her."

"Yeah, but are they actually going to work?" asked Logan.

"I defiantly hope so…"

"So, how did you find her anyway?" asked Kurt, curious to the girls' origins.

"Cerebro found her just this morning in Redwood forest. I found her just wondering around out there, completely out of it. Took me a while to get her back, what with her being crazy and all," explained Logan. "Got no idea where she came from or anything, just her name."

Xena quietly walked around the large room, which contained three beds, three dressers and three wardrobes. Two of these things had different items scattered around, giving them a lived in feel, but the other one, nearest to the window, was very plain and ordinary.

"Seeing as you don't have any other clothes, I'm sure Rouge and Kitty wouldn't mind you borrowing some," Storm told her, concerned that the girl would have to wear the same thing every day.

"No," she told her almost immediately. "No, someone else's. Someone's… skin… their skins. Don't want. I don't want to wear someone else's skin!" she practically shouted the last bit of her rant, her covered hands shaking running up her arms.

"Okay… why don't we see if we can buy you some new ones?" she tried, a little nervous that she would flip again.

"You can't buy skin," Xena said simply.

"No, I don't suppose you can. Well, why don't you get comfortable? If you need anything, I'll be down stairs getting dinner ready," she said comfortingly to the girl before leaving her in her new room.

Xena silently flopped down on her back on the unused bed, allowing herself to be swallowed be swallowed by the large white blanket, staring up at the ceiling. It was so different to what she was used to seeing. After only a few minutes of lying down, the girl stood up and walked out of the empty room.

"So, what do you think of her?" Kurt asked Kitty, as they sat at the kitchen table, trying to do their physics homework. Of course, she knew who he was talking about.

"She kinda, like, weird, I guess…" she said. In all honesty, Kitty didn't really know what to make of Xena. Sure, she was a bit strange, and maybe a little crazy, but it could be worse.

"You think she'll be coming to school?"

"Maybe, if she can die down the weird level," she joked, making Kurt smile. Suddenly, something furry brushed past her hand. Thinking it was some sort of animal, she gave a small screen before she realised that it was a sleeve-covered hand. Looking behind her, she saw the plank face of Xena. The girl was pointing to an open page of a book.

"You scared me…" muttered Kitty, placing her hand on her chest. Xena had scared Kurt as well, as neither of them had noticed her come in.

"That's wrong," she stated, looking down at where she was pointing. Kitty looked to, before raising one eyebrow, and glancing back up at her.

"That's my text book," Kitty told her.

"It's wrong," she repeated. "The theory is wrong."

"How?" Kitty asked, not really believing the girl, but she humoured her.

"That's not how time works. Not straight forward. Not a film, one picture after another. Wobbly. Squirming. A bubble. Always moving, never in a straight direction. Just moving," she explained, never once doubting her theory.

"Is that so?" asked Kitty, still not believing her. Xena was no longer looking at the books, and directed her attention to one of the inside of one of the cupboards.

"You thinks she's right?" asked Kurt in a hushed tone, so Xena might not hear them. Kitty gave him a look. "Okay, I was just asking. Hey, Xena… what are you doing?" Kurt asked, as he heard a lot of noise coming from the cupboard.

"Fixing your tins," she answered simply, holding a tin in one hand, and it's ripped of label in the other. Kurt could see that she had done this with about five other cans as well.

"No, don't!" he protested, standing up and taking the can from her hand. Now how would they know what was inside them?

"But there broken," Xena said, not understanding why he was so upset. The labels were wrong, she was fixing them. Why was that so bad?

"Lets just leave them for tonight, okay?" Kitty asked. She really hoped that Mr. McCoy could make something to make her seam more… normal soon, or ales they would end up having mystery dinners for life.

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