As I sure you already know, this is a work of complete fiction based on elements that are real. Yadda, yadda, blah, blah…whew glad that's over; and now the disclaimer. Of course, I don't own anything besides my character and the story's idea/plot/some events/etc…again, yadda, yadda, yadda. Please read and review as the continuation of this story depends on if people are liking it or/and have an interest in it. If people like this story, then I'll continue with it. It's going to be long, I plan on it being a good story, almost like another movie or whatnot. The chapters themselves will also be long, like normal books. Again, it all depends on the reviews and if people want to read the story. Also, I need your help! I want to bring in Polaris, Havok, Forge, Bishop, Thunderbird, and Sunfire, and I need your opinion on what Hollywood actors should portray them. Please, Hollywood actors ONLY, and no one that has already been apart of the X-Men Movie series. Please also keep in mind the actor's age. For example, Lindsey Lohan, even being twenty, isn't playing one of these grow up, adult characters. I say adult characters because we have teens already, we could use a few more adult good guys. Again, my e-mail is So, with all this finally said and done, ONTO THE STORY!

Pairing: Scott/Logan (Like duh :D) with maybe Colossus/Original character (I'm kind-a leaning away from it now)

Timeline: Post X2, Pre X3, may lead into X3 later

E-Mail: M

Chapter One: Into the Frying Pan

Pulling my new car into the driveway, I started to think I should've stayed out longer…coming home always gave me this sense of dread. I never knew what kind of mood my parents would be in. That's why I mostly stay in my room all day, to avoid whatever conflict is going on.

Leaving my car and entering the house, I quickly take off my shoes and hang up my jean jacket on my hook of the rack by the door. I stopped saying I'm home when these problems started because then sometimes I get involved which is never a good thing, epically with my dad. He maybe getting older at 39, but he's still maintaining his military build and mass. Plus, he's taller than 5' 7'' me at 6' 3''. I don't think he would ever hit me, but sometimes he yells and gets so angry I can't help but imagining him beating me.

Mom's the opposite in a way. She's short like me at 5' 7'' and has small frame. She wouldn't hurt a fly but she puts her foot down and you wouldn't want to mess with her once her foot in down. She may not hurt you physically, but she'll hurt you emotionally.

Not seeing anyone right away, I quickly made my way up the stairs and turned to the corner to go down the hall and bumped into my dad. "Haven't I told you not to run in this house, boy?! What's the problem can't get that through that thick skull of yours, you little shit! Go to your room, get out of my sight!" With that, he shoved past me and down the stairs. I stood glued to the wall in fear before my body let myself run to my room and lock myself in.

My room is my sanctuary. I felt the safest in here. I immediately went to my double bed set in the large bay window of my room and curled up among the many comfy pillows. I had long gotten past crying and simply sat, staring out at the ocean and trying to think happy thoughts, pushing the recent event to the back of my mind. It be awhile before leaving my room would put in me safe territory and even then, I'd need to avoid dad, should've just stayed out driving longer.

I woke up to the sound of something breaking. I groaned as I heard my parents arguing again. Their voices carried through the house easily but I couldn't make out what they're saying. Another crash of something shattering against the floor and I put my hands over my ears, willing it to go away. If anything, they got louder and then my dad was pounding on my door, yelling for me to open up. I screwed my eyes shut as the he pounded his fist louder. //GO AWAY!// I thought as I curled up tighter.

"You open this god damned door right now! You hear me?!"

"Go away!" It didn't even register in my mind what I had just said or the fact that a few spots in my room started to spark, leaving behind a stem of smoke.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! Open this fucking door and I'll give you a reason to want me to go away! Are you smoking in there?! HUH?!" There was a loud smash against my door and I knew it wouldn't last much longer.

"NO! GO AWAY!" I screamed, my desk sparking and lighting on fire followed by my clothes in my closet, and book shelf, and a few spots on my floor.

"OPEN bang THIS bang DOOR bang!"

"NNNNOOOOOO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. In a matter of seconds, the small fires quickly spread throughout my room like someone had poured a trail of gasoline. I heard my door crash open and the wild fire in my room exploded, covering the house, shattering the windows. I thought I heard and explosion downstairs, but I can't be sure because I blacked out.

Earlier, at Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, Xavier was teaching his Physics class. He was currently giving a lecture about Newton's Laws. "An object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. There are two parts to this statement – one which predicts the behavior of stationary objects and the other which predicts the behavior of moving objects. These two parts are summarized in the following diagram." Xavier pointed to the diagram he had draw on the blackboard by his desk before continuing.

"The behavior of all objects can be described by saying that objects tend to 'keep on doing what they're doing' unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. If at rest, they will continue in this same state of rest and if in motion with an eastward velocity of 5 m/s, they will continue in this same state of motion. If in motion with a leftward velocity of 2 m/s, they will continue in this same state of motion. The state of motion of an object is maintained as long as the object is not acted upon by an unbalanced force. All objects resist changes in their state of motion – they tend to 'keep on doing what they're doing'."

Realizing time was up for the class period, he assigned a small homework worksheet before the students left. Organizing for next class, the professor headed down into the sublevel and to Cerebro. He had come accustomed to use Cerebro to 'check in' with mutants around the world. His attention became focused on a young mutant. Xavier could tell he was starting to tap into his powers but something bad was about to happen.

Exiting Cerebro, he mentally called the X-Men for a meeting in the Staff Lounge across from the elevator. Storm showed first with Rouge and Bobby, followed by Logan and Piotr. Kitty came in not to much later leaving Scott the last to arrive. Ever since Alkali Lake, he's always been showing up last for the meetings. He'd usually give an excuse like he was working on his motorcycle but stopped trying to hide behind the lies awhile ago. He and Logan had started to become more civil to each other and were speaking without any insults, puns, nicknames, and middle finger claw gestures.

With everyone gathered, Xavier didn't waste any time. "I have detected a mutant coming into his powers but I believe that not in the best way. Storm, Cyclops, Wolverine, I want to take Rouge, Iceman, Colossus, and Shadowcat to West Brookhaven; I'll give you the full address later. Leave quickly; the other students will be taken care of." As quick as possible, the team quickly changed into their uniforms and loaded into the X-Jet.

As they flew over West Brookhaven, finding the house wasn't hard as it was engulfed in flames, one side looking like a bomb had gone off. Storms eyes turned white as she summoned a think fog to for cover and heavy rain to start extinguishing the fire, but Scott knew it wouldn't be fast enough. "Iceman, get down there and use your power to start extinguishing the fire from the inside. Colossus, Logan; you two follow me close behind him to carry out any survivors. Rouge, Kitty; you two wait here with Storm and be ready to take care of any survivors. Got it?" Everyone nodded their heads. "Let's go!"

The four men raced out of the jet into the heavy sheet of rain. Starting the patio door, Bobby used his powers to start extinguishing the fire where the rain couldn't get to. Making their way slowly inside, Logan tried to sniff out and listen for any sign of life. "I think there's someone upstairs, I'm not sure," he said. Bobby quickly focused his attention to the stairs and heading up, using one hand to clear their path and the other to extinguishing the fire on other parts of the house. They came to a fried corpse in a doorway and Bobby quickly clear the room but stopped as he saw a kid lying in a bed engulfed in flames before acting quickly to help him.

"Someone's here!" Colossus and Cyclops entered the room with Logan behind them. Once the flames died down, Colossus quickly picked up the kid and started to head outside. There was an explosion and rattle as something in the basement exploded. Bobby faltered in his step but caught himself on the charred desk. Cyclops stumbled and was about to tip over but Logan caught him in him arms and the two stared at each other briefly before Cyclops stood. Colossus popped back into the room with the kid still in his arms.

"The stairway has crumbled, it's a dead end both ways," he told them. Cyclops quickly entered the burning hallway and looking to his left, set his visor to release the right amount of optic blast to blast away the wall leading outside without causing any other damage. Bobby ran to the edge and created and slide of ice before sliding down himself, followed by Colossus. As Logan was about to slide down, Scott's leg went through the floor boards and he cried out in pain. Logan turned around and helped him up. Scott's leg was cut up and bleeding. Thinking quickly, Wolverine picked Cyclops up like you would when you carry the bride over the threshold and slid down the ice slide before rejoining the others in the jet.

Professor Xavier wheeled himself into the med lab to take a look at the new arrival. Rouge and Kitty had quickly taken care of Scott's leg and Rouge was now applying a fresh bandage on his leg with some disinfectant. "Doesn't make sense," Bobby spoke.

"What doesn't?" Xavier asked as he placed his hand on both sides off the kid's head.

"He was lying in the fire, right in the middle of it yet his skin, his hair, untouched. Only his clothes burned."

"Yes, it seems our new friend here is a Pyrokineic."

"Like John?" Rouge asked as she and the now limping Cyclops joined the group.

"Not exactly; I believe that he is able to create fire, like Bobby can create ice, which would explain why he is immune to it. Now all that is left to know is what happened." The Professor closed his eyes and when he opened them, he was inside a bedroom. He turned to see the same kid in the med lab table curled up on the bed. A loud bang interrupted Xavier and an angry voice was yelling through the door.

"You open this god damned door right now! You hear me?!"

"Go away!" the kid cried. The scene played out quickly and when the bedroom door burst open and the small fires exploded into a huge inferno, Charles came back to himself.

"How did it happen?" Ororo asked as they were gathered once again in the Staff Lounge, only this time, the teens weren't present.

"As you know, some people's mutant powers start to form in their early teens and sometimes manifest themselves in an intense emotional setting. Our new friend's power manifested later than usual and came forth when his emotions ran haywire, which would explain the whole house going up in flames."

"What caused this overload of emotion?" Scott asked.

"Like some students might tell you, a broken home. From what I could tell, the parents weren't quite getting along and having problems. The father also seemed short tempered. I'd say the bottling up emotions of his home life was sealed like a can of worms-"

"Until it burst open," Logan finished, understanding what the analogy meant about bottled up worms being emotions and sooner or later, everything comes bursting out at once; it usually never came out well in the end.

"Wouldn't he have shown signs of his power earlier on?" Storm asked.

"I would've thought so. Most mutants discover their power when they go through puberty. He is late in first discovering his mutant ability," the professor explained.

"So now the question is what happens from here? He doesn't have any parents or home to go back too but then you have to look at what happened, what he did," Scott said, changing the subject to the important matter.

"All mutants learn to understand and control their abilities. Even if those abilities are extreme, there's always a way to control them," Xavier said, making the point about Cyclops' optic blasts. "As for where he will go, he can stay here, this is what this mansion was made for; a safe haven for mutants no matter what their reason."

"What about sleeping arrangements? What if he has a nightmare and burns the mansion down?"

"I'll contact Forge and see if he can make something, a shield in the room that would keep the fire isolated and active a sprinkler system if such an incident happens. For now, let's just…" The professor trailed off, his eyes looking distant.

"Professor?" Storm went over to him and touched his shoulder.

"He's awake."

Ohhh…my head hurt! It felt like it might split in two. I slowly moved my hands to my head and held it as if it would help to take away the pain when I noticed something odd. There was…something on my head. I used to hands to feel it. I wanted to say it felt like a plastic titty. I pulled on it and with a little resistance, it pulled free. I opened my eyes and looked at it. There was a wire connected to it. It reminded me of something from a hospital. I slowly pushed myself up slightly and looked around. I looked like a high tech hospital room.

HOSPITAL ROOM?! I was at full alert, my eyes searching wildly. //Where was I?! What happened?! How'd I get here?! What'd going on?!// My mind was yelling wildly at the top of it's pretend lungs. I slowly slid off the lab table, pushing a small equipment table used to hold the needles, medicine bottles, and surgical tools. My eyes caught the scalpel and I picked it up, holding it just right to slash at someone's throat in a left or right swipe. Easing slowly around the room, I was startled when the large X slid open. I causally peeked out round the corner. Metal blue and lights greeted my eyes. //How can you the difference around here? Everyone looks the same// I thought as I slowly started to make my way left down the hall.

I came to an alcove like area. Inside glass cases were uniforms for men and women. I stepped closer to look at them. In a way, they were kind-a neat, like secret agents or something. I felt cold and noticed I only had on a pair of black sweat pants. They were a little to long and legs of the pants kind-a pooled around my feet. Turning around, I noticed a shelf with clothes on it. I pulled out a small black shirt and gray, zip up, long sleeve shirt. There was only a large of the gray shirt so it hung quite loosely on my small frame. I crossed my arms over my chest and continued walking on.

"Hey, you." I stopped dead in my tracks. "You, kid." I slowly turned around to see who was there. It was a tall, gruff man in a flannel shirt and cowboy jeans. He raised his hands in a 'I'm not a threat' manner. "I'm not gonna hurt ya." He said as he started to slowly come closer.

"Who are you, why am I here?" I asked him, trying to bait him closer and keep him distracted. He continued to come closer.

"My name's Logan, you safe. This is a school for mutants." A school for mutants? Like those people from the Ellis Island incident?

"And how am I safe in a school for mutants? I've heard about them on TV, they're bad." He shook his head.

"That's because some self righteous bastards think that mutants and human can live together. This school believes differently than…" He was in range and I lashed out with the scalpel, aiming for his gut. He was fast and grabbed my hand, turning my around before locking my arms to my sides by wrapping his arms around me. I started to kick and scream, trying to get free but he was carrying me like a bag of grouches.

He was carrying me back the way I had come. A man with red glasses and an African American woman with pure white hair were coming towards us. When they got close enough, I pushed back against Logan and slammed both feet into guy with the glasses. He stumbled and fell back by the woman caught him before he could hit the ground. Three more people came into view, two of them women. One was about my height with light medium brown hair; the other was taller with dark brown hair with white streaks. The guy was tall and muscled, like a small giant.

"Piotr, help Logan," the white haired woman said. The small giant guy started to walk over. I was going to kick him like I did with the red glasses guy but Logan pulled me higher into the air so I couldn't push against him and Piotr grabbed my legs. I tried to get free but both the men were to strong for my small, petite frame.

"LET GO OF ME!" I yelled, trashing about even though I figured by now it wouldn't help much. They laid me on the lab table but didn't let go. The white haired woman came up to me with a syringe. I was scared on needles and started to scream at the top of my lungs and trash about but she just simply lifted up the sleeve of the gray shirt and injected me with something. I continued screaming and trashing before I started to feel tired. About two minutes later, I was tired to yell or move, Logan and Piotr lay my on the table and stabbed me in. It wasn't long before everything went black.

I awoke suddenly, as if I was dreaming. I was sitting outside in a very fancy yet normal, casual garden next to a long pond outside what I could only guess was a mansion with stone walls and wines growing up the walls to the top. Tall trees blocked out the sun, giving a nice, shaded and cool feeling. I looked around and it seemed I was all by myself.

"Hello Haley." The voice startled me. I turned around to find a bald man in a nice suit in a motorized wheelchair. Just looking at him gave me the feeling that he could be trusted like he gave off a positive aura and wanting to help people.

"Hello. Who are you?"

"I'm Professor Charles Xavier, and this stone mansion with growing vines as you put it is my school for gifted youngsters, like yourself," he said. I was puzzled at how he knew the way I described this place. "Don't be afraid, the mind sometimes broadcasts thoughts so loudly one can't help but listen." I stared at him with a puzzled look.

"Sorry, but what do you mean?"

"I'm sure you've heard of mutants, Haley, people with special gift."

"Yeah, I've heard of them. I read about Ellis Island."

"Yes, but do not let that be your judge on mutants. Not all mutants are like the man you read about. Mutants and humans are like foreigners and Indians. They came across a way of life and people they've never seen before, a way of life they didn't understand, and thought that they were superior to these people. Some mutants believe that way about living with humans, but not all mutants share the same thoughts. This school is full of people who believe humans and mutants can live together in peace and fight for it everyday."

His words sank into my soul. I had never really heard anything about mutants. The Ellis Island incident was about as much as I knew about real mutants being out there. I was going to ask the obvious question of what a mutant really was but the professor beat me to it.

"Mutants can be described in many ways. The simple way is that we are people with a gift, something that sets us apart from normal human beings. Some of us use our gifts to help people, others use them for their own means. A small group of us who are trying to help are called, the X-Men. We try to educate people about mutants, show that we are people who are just trying to find a place in the world, but as you know, a few people can set up a stereotype."

"So, you're a mutant?"

"Yes. My gift allows me to read people's minds, even make them do what I wanted, but I never invade anyone's mind without their knowledge and I never control others for my own personal means. That's one of the things that we teach here." The next thing I know, we're standing in a large greenhouse with tables and two blackboards on stands. The white haired woman with mocha skin was teaching a class.

"Most of the student here are runaways, scared of the world around them, or themselves. Here, we teach them the skills and knowledge they need to go on to become young men and women, but we also teach them to control their gifts, to not be afraid of them." Then, as if this was a movie slide show, we skipped to a different classroom. It seemed more like a study with one blackboard, a large oak desk, a couple chairs with attached desks, and a big blue and white easy chair. The professor was at the desk, teaching about 5 students in Physics. "Some of the students consider this place to be a safe haven, a place where they can live and learn without the outside world at their backs."

"Like a utopia," I said. The professor smiled.

"Yes, but unfortunately, not all the world is this way." We skipped to a large meeting room. A woman in a read suit with auburn hair and glasses was addressing what looked liked the United Nation but was really only a group of normal people about how the mutant registration act wasn't a good idea. Senator Kelly I recognized was speaking as well, getting the audience's support about how a girl who could walk through walls might walk into a bank vault or the White House. The auburn haired lady made the point that mutants weren't hiding and that those who have come forward had been met with fear, hostility, and even violence. What the professor has said earlier about the Indians made even more sense know.

"…and there are even rumors Miss Grey, of mutants so powerful, that they can enter our minds and control our thoughts, taking away our God given free will." I looked the professor and he seemed upset that it had to spoken that way, but yet at the same time he understood why.

"The truth is…that mutants are very real, and they are among us. We must know who they are, and above all, what they can do." The audience broke into a clap at Senator Kelly's words and the auburn haired lady looked around with her eyes, seeming defeat yet still standing strong. I looked around the room, my eyes now open to the world that feared and hated mutants just because they're different. It figures, difference are the causes behind most things.

Then, just as it had ended, we were back at the garden. I looked at the professor and asked the now biggest question on my mind. "Professor…sir…am I a mutant?"

Author's Note: That's it for the first chapter. The second chapter will be uploaded by 5-21-07 (I'm trying really hard :D)