Wh-where am I…?

"Is she gonna be okay?"

"I don't know, luv."

Where…where are all these voices coming from…?

"I…I t'ink she's comin' to, Xavier."

"Yes…I'm getting brain reactions to our speech."

What? What is that man talking about? I have to get up!

"I don't know, Chuck, those 'brain reactions' look pretty outta order."

Aargh! Why can't I get up?

"Um, Professor, I am afraid she is awakening rather rapidly."

"Let me concentrate, Ororo…"

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

All at once, I snapped into reality. With no clue where I was or any idea how I'd gotten there, you could expect me to be flipping out. I can guarantee you, I was. And apparently everybody else was too. I dared to open my eyes slightly, but I almost instantly closed them. The light was unbearable. It was white, fluorescent, and blinding. Let me tell you, that isn't something I ever want to wake up to; light.

Then a voice rang out, sticking out like sore thumb compared to everyone else's. "Guys! Vy don't you just shutup alveady! She's tvying to vake up! If you people vould pay attention to za patient...!" I cracked my eyes open again, my pupils probably shrinking quickly. Through them I saw two blue people, an African lady, a guy dressed in all red and orange with what looked like a gas tank, a guy in a trench coat with red eyes, a really buff short guy, and a bald dude in a wheelchair.

"What the fuck?" I said clearly a little too loudly. Damnit, I cursed inwardly. That certainly wasn't a good first impression. But the short guy chuckled and gruffed, "I like 'er, Chuck. Are we keepin' 'er?" The African lady quickly slapped the back of his head, then jumped backwards, grabbing her hand in pain. "Logan," she scolded after a while, "you cannot simply take responsibility for this child before we can find out where she actually belongs."

The bald man nodded, looking up at me. "Ororo is right, Logan. Watch your tongue around this one, she's quick witted." I immediately knew he was talking about me. I bit back a stinging retort and instead fixed my hazel eyes on the bigger of the two blue guys. "Who are you?" I questioned bitterly. I definitely wasn't in the mood to be stared at. I wasn't even wearing my lucky purple arm band. "I am Dr. Hank McCoy, though you may call me Beast."

I stared at him, shocked. "Wait…the Beast? Like in the X-Men?" Actually, I already knew that answer; of course it was. And now that I'd sat up and looked around, I knew who everyone was. "And John, and Remy, and Kurt, and Ororo, and Logan, and Professor X! I thought were just a bunch of comic book characters!" Kurt laughed hysterically, while just about everyone else stared at me like I had done to Beast. "How'd ya know our real names, then?" Pyro questioned curiously. "Oh it's obvious! There are so many fanfics of you guys! Haven't you ever read any of them?"

Apparently, that answer was a 'no'. Ororo turned to me and paced slowly toward the little white bed they'd put me on. She put her slim cocoa hand over my forehead and kept it there. Eventually, just as my eyes started to hurt from starting up at her, she took it back and looked at Professor. "She is in perfect health. Why should we keep her here where there are so many people surrounding her?" She suggested calmly. I just kept looking at her with respect. She was good. I was just about to ask why I had to be in there! The Prof thought it over briefly, then nodded. "Yes, Ororo, you're right. Can you arrange with Scott to find her a room for the time being?"

I instantly groaned. Not Cyclops, I was just warming up to the normal ones around here! Xavier must've been scanning my head when I thought that, because he chuckled and rolled to the open window. "Audrey, everyone feels like that when they hear Scott's name," he joked. Kurt laughed again and teleported onto Logan's shoulder randomly. "Well, I t'ink my voom has an extva bed, Professor! It's da fa'dest avay from One-eye," he added cheekily. Logan shoved him off him, but just as the Fuzzy One was about to hit the floor, a girl I immediately recognized as Kitty phased up through the floor. They crashed into each other and tumbled into a heap on the tile.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Apparently that wasn't a problem around here, because Gambit also laughed heartily. Pyro just gave the two teens a look and sighed, smirking. Beast and Ororo covered their eyes at first, then laughed. Kitty squeaked, "Get off of me, Kurt! Like, you're tail's hitting my phone!" Kurt teleported onto my bed next to me and his tail-tip twitched like a cat's. "Vell, sovy! I vasn't da von to phaze through da floor!" he accused. I couldn't stop laughing. How hilarious was that?

Eventually, everything calmed down a bit and I managed to talk. "O-Okay, so where'm I stayin'?" The Professor turned to me and looked around the room. Then his eyes locked with two red on black ones. "You'll temporarily be staying with Gambit." Both of us were utterly shocked. I was going crazy happy on the inside, and Remy was probably in shock. I laughed at his clueless expression and jumped down from the bed, landing on my feet, but balancing myself with my hands (I tend to land like a cat or something). "Don't worry," I giggled, walking past my new roommate and toward the door, "I won't be that much of a pain in the ass."

And so there I was; a twelve-year-old middle school girl in all black with a studded belt and bracelet to match; walking down the halls of the X-Mansion. Man, what was I gunna tell Steph?