Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or any of the characters, although August is my creation

AN: This is my first X-Men fiction. I have had this idea running around my head for some time and as I have come to a stand still on one of the other fictions; I thought I would have a go at this one. I used to use my OC back in the day when I role played... Ahh memories... This is based after the X-men films, although I may have to introduce Remy, as he rocks the socks... but only if people want me to. So without further ado, let's get into the fiction!

Chapter 1: A New Arrival

It had been a few weeks since the events at Alcatraz. The school had gotten back into it routine. Every now and then a new mutant would come and seek refuge and help, while others that had grown and learnt to control there abilities had gone to make a life for themselves and go back to regular society. While others, had opted for the miracle cure and gone back to families. Only one had returned to the mansion. On this day, there were a few spots of clouds in the sky, causing a shadow every now and then when a breeze pushed them past the warm sun. The memorials in the garden shone brightly in the sun light, almost creating a glow around them.

A single person stood in front of the monuments, a lit cigar hung loosely from his rough fingers as he just stood and stared. He came here, often, when he had a spare moment, when he couldn't sleep. When there were no classes to help Ororo and Hank with. His eyes drifting over the same name over and over, muddled thoughts going on in his head, memories plaguing his mind. He hadn't really spoken to anyone since the events, apart from to teach. He had avoided a few people on purpose, but knew he would be found and spoken to sooner or later. In fact, today was that day. He smelt her before she came into view. There was something different about her, he knew what he was, but only noticed it now.

"Hey kid." His voice was gruff and tired, somewhat forced, as if he knew she would talk to him, get him to open up. But maybe, he thought, it was time.

"Hey, thought I would find you here." She stopped by him, her hands in her pockets, her brown hair tie back, the white section left to hang free and blow in the breeze. She took an un-gloved hand from her pocket and placed it on his arm. He didn't move away. Her eyes lay on the memorial in front of them, "How are you holding up?"

His other arm moved up, placing the cigar in his mouth, he took a long drag on it before exhaling. He turned and faced her. His face was slightly gray, his eyes sunken. Although he could heal, it didn't seem to have much effect on a lack of sleep. Rogue looked at him then, into his eyes. Her expression changed from passive to worry and sadness. She bit back a sob and gave a weak smile before just turning round and hugging him fiercely. He brought his arms round her also. He didn't cry though, neither did she, they just held each other for a moment. After a while the embrace loosened up and they stood side by side again, her arm linked in his, the cigar forgotten and smoking itself out on the floor beside them. It wasn't how he thought the confrontation would go, but he did feel better for it.

"I have no idea what you're going through Logan, but we need you back with us, completely. Things will never be the same, but I think Ororo and Dr. McCoy are struggling, even if they don't want to admit it." She paused for a moment, seeing if he would speak. She waited and then carried on. "She would want you to carry on and help others like her, so this doesn't happen again. We are all in this together, you're not alone." She squeezed his arm and tip toed up, kissing his cheek before walked back inside.

He waited until she had gone before stepping forward and kneeling in front of the memorial. He took out of the inside of his jacket a rose and placed it at the base of the marble slab. He traced his fingers over the embossed name, "Jean Grey", and stood again.

"Rogues right, more people need help, and I need to start pulling my weight around here. Goodbye Jean." He picked up the cigar stub, not wanting to desecrate this place with litter, and made his way back into the mansion.

A few more weeks passed since that day at the memorial. The school was back in full swing, and the X-Men had begun construction of another jet, as the one at Alcatraz had been destroyed by Phoenix. A few of the mutants that had aided construction in the first jet had returned to build this new jet, and hopefully improve on it. Missions had been hard to go on due to the lack of transportation. Although, missions had been few and far between, many of the mutants who abused their power had either been killed at Alcatraz, been arrested and had the cure administered, or just gone into hiding. Magneto, although now a human, had still not been found.

Right now though, it was the weekend, and everyone was enjoying a relaxing Saturday. Majority of the students were out around the school grounds, playing games, just generally socialising, playing around with abilities. Others were spending a quiet day in their rooms, reading, or sitting in the Rec Room watching a movie. Rogue and Bobby had gone for a walk around the surrounding acres. There hands intertwined, there laughter carried wherever they walked. Their relationship had grown more since Rogue had taken the cure. She had become so confident, she had changed. Ororo stood in the kitchen making lunch, and Hank hung upside down in his new lab, reading a book on genetics.

Logan sat in the main office of the mansion, going over some papers and smoking a cigar. Due to this, he kept the window open. His face was grimacing as he tried to come up with a lesson plan for that week. He decided instead to take the kids into the woods and do some survival training. More suited to his abilities and standards. His attention was drawn to the intercom beside him. He hadn't remembered anyone going off grounds or for that matter no new students were scheduled to arrive today. They did get drop in every now and then. His hand drifted over the device and he clicked the send button.

"Yes?" He said short and sharply. The voice that replied was not what he expected.

"So they obviously don't teach manners here. I'm looking for a Dr. Hank McCoy; I was told I could find him here." Her voice was British, defiantly upper class British. It had a sort of melody to it, even if this woman obviously seemed rushed.

"Why not call ahead?" He thought he would toy with her, she seemed like fun.

"Its urgent, I have travelled quiet far to come here." She seemed quiet adamant to come in. Logan was weary, and suspected a possible attack.

"Name?" He decided to keep it short and sweet.

She exhaled, "August Humphreys." She was obviously getting impatient. "Dr. August Humphreys."

"Well Doc, I will open the gate and meet you at the front of the house." He clicked the intercom off and opened the gate from the switch on the desk. Getting up he made his way to the front door and opened it, walking forward to few meters away from the entrance.

He saw her walking up the path; her hair was a vivid electric blue to her waist, with deep waves running through it. She wore tight leather trousers and a short black leather jacket done up that showed her midriff. She wasn't a slim woman like Ororo either; she was all woman, like Betty Page, real curves. She wore chunky New Rock boots and a large back pack was being adjusted and fidgeted with as she made her way up to Logan. As she got closer he noticed her face and eyes. She had a perfect face, skin like porcelain, eyes just like her hair. She was blatantly a mutant. She stopped a few feet short of Logan and unceremoniously dropped her bag on the floor.

"You're a Doctor? You can't be a day over 23... That and you don't exactly look like a doctor..." He looked her up and down. Wow...

"Looks can be deceiving Mr..?" She trailed off.

"Logan, just Logan." Not wanting to be called Mr anything.

"Logan, I'm a qualified Doctor and Surgeon...but enough about me, I would love to meet Dr. McCoy." She seemed eager, and not a threat.

"Very well," he leaned down and grabbed her bag, "Right this way."

He slung the bag around his shoulder and led the way into the mansion, leading her into the office he had been working in earlier. Placing her bag gently down by a chair he gestured for her to sit, before using the intercom to summon Hank from his lab. He sat back behind the desk and moved the paper work to one side. August crossed her legs and linked her fingers on her knee.

"So, what exactly goes on here then?" She asked inquisitively, her manor somewhat changing. She oozed style, even though she didn't look it. "And what's your role?"

"We are a school for the gifted, and I am a teacher." Short and sweet and not a lie, just not the whole story.

"Funny, you don't look like a teacher..." She asked slyly, mocking him slightly for moments ago.

"Looks can be deceiving..." He had caught on and answered her has she had him.

Hank entered then, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, generally relaxed for the day. His blue self was exactly the same colour of the woman's hair. He watched has she stood and moved toward him. Logan went to stand but thought against it and remain seated, but pushed the chair back just encase he needed to protect Hank. He didn't trust her at all, there was just something he couldn't quiet put his finger on, that and he believed her a liar.

"Hank, this is Dr. August Humphreys, Doctor, this is Dr. McCoy" Logan introduced.

"Dr. McCoy... wow... err..." She seemed generally taken back and lost for words.

"It's alright dear, I have that effect on most people, but you yourself don't appear as others do. How can I help you?" He didn't seem insulted; he was used to it after all.

Sensing that Hank could look after himself, Logan stood and excused himself, giving them some privacy.

"No, it's not that." Her hands had re-clasped together. "Do you remember a woman named Christina, from England?"

"Christina..." Hank thought for a moment, and then he smiled, recognition glazing over his eyes. "Yes, I met her on an exchange programme. She had come over here for a few months placement at my college. You could say we had a romance, before my mutation manifested itself, and then she left." His smiled faded slightly, "That was some 30 years ago."

"Well, I am her daughter." She paused, waiting for his reaction.

"My goodness! How is she?" He seemed startled yet excited.

"That's why I am here. She has past away." She watched has his face faltered, he took her hands in his, "She had cancer..." A tear rolled down her cheek, the skin where it touched glowed a slight turquoise colour before the tear seemed to disappear back into the skin.

"I, I'm so sorry..." he marvelled at what he had just seen, wanted to know about her powers, but also about Christina.

"She told me a few things before she past away. Things she said she couldn't say before, but when she did, I couldn't understand why I couldn't know." She noticed a window box by the window and led Hank over, who was clearly interested in what she had to say. "Dr. McCoy, how old do you think I am?"

"Well..." He seemed dumbfounded. "I would have said about 22, 23." He wondered where this was going.

"I'm 31 in 2 months." He seemed slightly taken back. "My mother told me before she died about you, and about you romance. You were her first...and I was the result."

Hank just sat there. "You're my...daughter?" He said it aloud to try and make sense of it. His eyes searched her face for any hint of a lie.

"Yes, apparently, according to mum anyway. She said she had thought of telling you, but that your change had scared her. She worried that I too would manifest." She gave a weak smile.

"How old were you when you did?" His voice was strained, yet distant; the cogs in his mind were obviously working overtime.

"I was around 18. I was sitting with mum in the kitchen going over my exams results, which had been all A's. We were both trilled as it meant I could go to any university I wanted. But as we were talking about it by breath got short, and my vision blurred and I lost consciousness." She hadn't broken eye contact with him at all. "When I came too I was on the kitchen floor with mum sitting next to me crying her eyes out. When I asked her what had happened she just looked at me in horror. I went to touch her and she flinched away. I noticed the hair in my face was blue. It wasn't until I had later the evening until I learnt what I could do." She smiled at the memory. Her eyes never wavering from the contact.

"Which was?" He enquired, still trying to work this all out.

"Well... I can manipulate water. Like that psycho mutant called Magneto on the news can manipulate metal, I do it with water." She smiled then until it faltered. "You see though, mum's family had all been anti mutant. So I was brought up the same. Things obviously changed that day, but when the general shock subsided, mum came and told me she loved me no matter what. The rest of the family was no so welcoming and we were instantly disconnected." She fidgeted momentarily in her seat. "You're the only family I have left." She smiled a winning smile.

Hank seemed uneasy. He didn't know what to believe. Here he was thinking he would never again feel a woman's touch and be able to have a family, when he has had one all along. He stood and paced for a moment, the mysterious woman in front of him watching his every move.

"This all seems a little un-believable. I'm sorry. How is it that you remain looking so young?" He just couldn't seem to take any of this seriously.

"As I learnt to use my abilities I found out that I could not only manipulate water, that I was water. I could feel it, sense it, and become it. So as an almost second ability, my body can heal itself pretty much instantly. I've always thought that it must be something to do with there always being water in the atmosphere or something..." She shrugged. "I've read about healing mutants and that they don't seem to age."

"Its true, Logan is a healer. We don't know how old he is." He stopped pacing. "If you don't mind, I would like to do a test to confirm that you are my daughter."

She didn't seem to be offended in the slightest. Nodding, smiled and stood, stretching slightly. "I was going to suggest it myself, as I would like to know if it's true too."

Nodding he walked forward and plucked a hair from her head. She flinched slightly and rubbed the spot where the hair follicle had ripped out. "Sorry." He stepped back again and glanced down at her bag. "Do you have somewhere to stay?"

"No, not yet, I am sure I will find somewhere." She smiled, "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

"Absurd, I'll send Logan in to escort you to a room. We have a few spare at the moment. I am going to do the test," He said, gesturing to the hair between his fingers. "Just wait right here."

Logan had found Ororo in the Rec Room along with a few of the students. They were all eating sandwiches watching the news. More updates on what had happened at Alcatraz and how clean up was going on. He caught her attention and she made her way toward him, following him out into the corridor when he exited. She read the apprehension on his face and took it as there was a problem. There normally was when Logan pulled that face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her sandwich still in her hand, she was still hungry so took a bite, eating while he answered.

"We have had a new arrival; I don't know how to take her. She asked to meet Hank, they are talking right now." He shifted his weight around.

"What do you mean? After all the television time Hank has had recently, why wouldn't someone want to get in contact. We have had to threats or attacks since Alcatraz, in fact we have been praised and thanked." She put her free hand on Logan's arm. "Maybe you're just a bit weary because of the lack of something happening. What's so strange about her anyway? Is she a mutant?" She bit her sandwich again.

"Yeah, I think so. But she is like super woman..." He trailed off for a moment.

"Blonde, can fly?" Ororo teased.

"Ha ha. She is a doctor and a surgeon, and is only about 23 at most. I don't trust her, I think she is lying." He paused for a moment as Ororo finished her sandwich. "What's really odd, is that she has no scent."

"No scent?" Ororo asked, trying to figure it out.

"Yeah," he began walking back to the office, urging her to come with him. "Everyone I know has a scent, I can smell someone coming from a mile away, but her, nothing...I can get prepared for a new arrival when they come because I know they are coming. Her though... nothing... not even perfume."

They made it to the office, Hank was just closing the door. "Ahh, Logan, Ororo. I wondered if you would escort Dr. Humphreys to a room, I have a test to conduct momentarily."

"Test? What test?" Ororo had said what Logan had been thinking.

"Yes, this woman claims to be the result of a relationship I had in college. I... I could very well be a father." He turned and left, leaving the pair confused in front of the office.

"What's he taking about?" Ororo asked Logan.

"I dunno, but let's find out." He spoke, opening the door and walking into the office. "What does Hank mean, when he says he could 'very well be a father'?"

August had been looking out of the window when Logan had walked in; she turned and smiled at the new person before her before turning her attention back to Logan. Her eyes grew hard in his direction. "When my mother died she told me Hank was my father." She walked forward and ignored Logan completely, facing Ororo instead. "Hello, I'm August." She extended her hand. Ororo took it.

"Ororo." She gave Logan a look. "I'm going to go and talk to Hank, Logan, could you take August to a room?" She smiled to both. She didn't even wait for an answer before she left the room.

Logan exhaled. His eyes fell on the woman before him again. She stood there, feet together, hands clasped in front of her, perfectly wavy electric blue hair cascading over her shoulders and down her sides. Her eyes were side and inquisitive, her face held a winning smile. She stood as if waiting for an instruction. Logan felt something in his stomach tighten. He put it down to the fact he still didn't trust her. Until Hank had done his test, he would keep his eye on her. He walked over to her bag and hefted it over his shoulder.

"Come on then, I'll show you to a room." He opened the door to the office and signalled her to walk ahead of him. She went and he followed. "This way." He began walking down the corridor to the stairs. He stopped walked and gestured her to go ahead of him. She did so, sauntering her way up the stairs. Logan's eyes drifted upwards to her form as she walked up the stairs, and what a form it was. He couldn't take his eyes off her butt as she walked in front of him. As they made it to the top he regained control of his vision from the hypnotic ass, leading her down the corridor and into a room. "This will be your room. There is a bathroom through there. You need anything I am across the hall." He placed her bag down on the bed and went towards the door, before her voice stopped him.

"Why don't you trust me?" She was standing, leaning her weight on one hip, her arms folded and her face hard set.

Logan turned, his eyes giving her a once over before looking directly into hers. "You tell me?" He closed the door to the room, so that no students would over hear, and stepped toward her. "You come in here unannounced and give some cock and bull story about being his daughter! You have liar written all over you... I can smell it..." He didn't exactly tower over her, but he was still looking down on her, about a foot separating them.

"Look, would I really come all the way here from England with all my earthly possessions so quickly after my mothers death to find the man who could possibly be my last living relative who wont try and kill me just to lie?" She almost sing-songed the whole thing in a sarcastic manner. Her arms unfolded, the man in front of her was rude and disrespectful. He was rugged and uncouth and she was extremely attracted to him. "I just want to know the truth..."

Logan was taken back by her sudden openness. He didn't know what to say, but still didn't know weather to trust her or not.

"Your eyes betray you. You're far older than you appear. You must be a healer too?" She changed the subject drastically.

Again, he was taken back. He faltered for a moment, not knowing what to say, "What, what do you mean 'too'?"

She took his hand in hers, he didn't argue, didn't want to. She ran her hands over his knuckles, over his skin. "I can heal; it appears to be a side effect of my real power." She smiled placing there hands palm to palm. Her eyes connected with his again, they stood like that for a while. "It would be nice if these tests come back true, then maybe I can stay for a while."

Logan didn't know what to think anymore. He had about a billion butterflies in his stomach, his mouth seemed dry. Her eyes were beautiful, they kept him locked. He couldn't look away from her. The contact of her hand was electric; he didn't want it to end. "I..." he was suddenly lost for words. This woman he had literally met moments ago was having more of an effect on him than Jean ever had. He watched her eyes as she searched him, the crease of her mouth as it twitched in a slight smile at his sudden boyish shyness. Damn her, he hated her then, but how he wanted her all the same. His eyes lingered on her lips for a bit longer before he took a step back. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'm going to go check on Hank. Wait here, someone will come and get you." He began to make his way to the door, he opened it and paused. "You can stay, even if they are negative." He left quickly, before she could answer him. He closed the door behind him and almost ran down the corridor. Damn... how the heck is she doing that to me? I just met her for Gods sake...

AN: Ok, so slight cliffy there. Yes this is a LxOC. In the next instalment, the test results, a bit more of a plot (there is one), and maybe some fluff between a few of the pairings. Please R and R! No flames please, but constructive criticism is welcome.

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