A teen girl sighed as she sat on the second story roof of her home in Los Angeles, California. She wore dark blue pajama pants and a dark blue tank top. Her dark brown hair was down, falling about two inches below the shoulders. Her emerald green eyes scanned the city before her as the breeze cooled her skin. This was the last time she'd see L.A. at night. She really didn't want to move, but her parents wanted to forget. She looked at the small piece of paper in her hand. She climbed back into her window, heading to the phone in her room. Everything in her room was either black or blue, with some exceptions. She picked up the receiver and quickly dialed the number written on the piece of paper she held. The phone rang four times before someone picked it up.
"Hello, Xavier Institute," a male voice said.
"Hello is Charles Xavier in?" she asked, her voice slightly squeaky.
"Yeah, hold on a second."
The girl heard a shuffling noise, followed by the voice that answered arguing with another male voice. Soon, she heard the boy who answered sigh, saying he'd go get the Professor if the other boy talked to her. The other boy obviously agreed because shortly after a German accented voice came through the receiver.
"Scott vent to get ze Professor. He'll be back soon," the voice stated. It held a cheerfulness that made her smile.
"Thanks, I guess. So, Scott's the guy who answered the phone, huh?"
"Ja. I'm Kurt Vagner, vhat's your name?"
"Denise Saylors, but everyone calls me Dee."
"Vhy are you calling ze Institute?"
Denise didn't say anything for a while, earning her a 'Hello?' from the German boy. "I'm a mutant. Mom and Dad are forcing me to move to Bayville, Mom's hometown. They don't realize the Xavier Institute is near Bayville, so I'm guessing they want to try and forget. I want to get help, though. I'm not sure how to control something like this, ya know?"
The other end was quiet for a minute or two, before he responsed. "Ja. So, when are you going to get here?"
"I'll leave here at eight in the mornin' and arrive there around four in the afternoon, 'cause of the time change, you know?"
"Oh, you'll have terrible jetlag vhen you get here."
She smiled again, even though the boy at the other end couldn't see her. "Yeah, but I'll survive."
Just then, she heard Kurt talking with someone else. Then he spoke to her again. "Ze Professor's going to speak vith you now."
"Alright, later then." She heard more shuffling until another male voice came over the phone. Unlike the two before, who she had guessed were around her own age, this voice was deeper and belonged to someone much older than herself.
"Hello, Denise, is it?" the voice asked.
"Um, yeah," she said nervously, wishing she was talking to Kurt or Scott again. Preferably Kurt, since she didn't say much to Scott anyway.
"I am Charles Xavier. I run this Institute."
"I know. I saw it on the news the other day. That's why I called."
"I see." He stopped talking and she thought she heard Kurt in the background. Her thoughts were confirmed when Xavier spoke again. "Kurt tells me you'll be here tomorrow. I'd like to meet you. I can send someone to the airport tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, it'll be hard to explain to my parents, but I have an idea," she stated, but soon became nervous again. "Who ya sendin'?"
"How about Scott and Kurt? You've talked to them over the phone."
She sighed in relief. "That's good. Uh, how will I know it's them, though?"
"Look for a young man with ruby quartz sunglasses. That will be Scott."
"Okay." She heard footsteps on the stairs. "Hey, I gotta go now. Until tomorrow." She didn't wait for him to respond, she just hung up. She quickly hopped into bed after closing her window silently. She turned off her bedside lamp off and pretended to be asleep. Her bedroom door opened and her mother peeked in, sighing a bit.
"Tomorrow, our lives will restart. My baby isn't a mutie," she heard her mom say. After her mother left, Denise let a lone teardrop fall. She was leaving her best friend, Drew, not to mention everyone she'd ever known. And all her mother could do was try and forget that her daughter was a mutant.

At the Xavier Institute, Xavier gently sat the receiver down on the hook. Kurt and Scott had been standing behind him throughout the entire phone conversation. Xavier pressed his fingers together, apparently thinking.
"It seems that she's hiding the fact that she wishes to attend the Institute from her parents. I wonder why?"
"So, are we going to pick her up from the airport, Professor?"
"Yes, Scott. I'm sending you and Kurt, since she seems a bit nervous and you both talked to her."
Scott nodded before leaving. Xavier turned his attention to Kurt. "Kurt, did the girl happen to mention what it was she can do?"
Kurt shook his head. "Sorry, Professor, but all she said vas zat she didn't know how to control it."
Xavier nodded. "Very well then. We shall find out tomorrow." Xavier wheeled away, to his study most likely, while Kurt teleported to his bedroom.

The next morning, Denise woke up, slipped into her baggy camo pants, black tank top covered by a camo vest, black combat boots, black fingerless gloves, and her army tags. She pulled her hair up in a high ponytail, the tip reaching the base of her neck. She quickly stuffed her pajamas in one of her bags and grabbed them. She ran down the stairs, partially excited about today.
"I'm ready Mom!"
"Okay honey. Me and you are going to take the same flight and your father is going to come later. He's getting our luggage."
"'Kay Mom."
With that, Denise hopped into the passenger side of the car. The ride to the airport was quiet, Denise jamming away to her portable CD player. Once they reached the airport, Denise took off, her small, green duffle bag on her left shoulder, filled with her essentials. Her mother had gotten their seats so that Denise could sit by herself, knowing that's what her daughter would want to do. Denise boarded the plane, her mother a few minutes behind her. As they got situated, the plane took off. Denise went to sleep, still listening to her music.

At the Xavier Institute, the students were still sleeping. Well, all except for Jean and Scott. Jean was going to spend the day with Duncan and was currently awaiting his arrival. A few minutes after Jean had finished getting ready, a car horn honked, signaling Duncan had arrived. About an hour after Jean left, Kitty rushed downstairs to find Scott asleep at the kitchen table. She just ignored him, grabbing an apple as Lance pulled up in his jeep. They had talked about what happened the night she'd called him a hood and they both agreed to forget the past and start their relationship anew. She phased through the front door and the gate, hopping into the passenger seat of Lance's jeep. They quickly drove away.
"Scott, vake up! It's twelve thirty already!"
Scott groaned, opening his eyes to find Kurt crouched on the table. "Can't I sleep a little longer?"
"You too, huh?" At Scott's confused look, Kurt continued. "I vas up all night zinking about vhat she'll be like."
Scott suddenly remembered the events from last night. "Oh, yeah. I mean, she seemed so unsure of what she was doing?"
"She vas probably scared. I vould be too."
"Yeah, you're right. Well, I'm going to study a bit. I have a test on Monday, in Trig."
"Okay, I'll be in ze shower!"
Scott nodded as he left. Apparently Kurt had just woken up himself. When Scott entered his room, he pulled his trigonometry book out of his backpack and set down at his desk. He was so involved in studying, that he didn't notice when Kurt teleported into his room at four.
"Scott! Ve're going to be late!"
Scott looked up at the German mutant before turning his eyes to his clock. His eyes widened behind his glasses. He quickly got up, not bothering to put his book away, and grabbed his keys.
"Alright, let's go."
Kurt nodded, smiling. He placed an arm around Scott's shoulders and 'ported them into Scott's car. Scott quickly turned on the ignition, opened the garage door with a remote, and sped off towards the airport.

At the airport in Bayville, Denise had just stepped into the lobby area. Her mother soon followed.
"Dear, we'll be taking a taxi to our new home," her mother didn't get to finish though. Denise cut her off.
"Mom? Do you mind if I take a look around town? I'll be home before dark and I have my own money for a cab. Please?"
"Oh, alright dear, but remember, your curfew is one, since it's Saturday."
Denise smiled. "Thanks Mom! Love ya, bye!" With that, Denise ran off, her duffle bag still slung over her left shoulder.
Denise had grown tired of searching the airport for a boy with ruby quartz glasses. She was outside, sitting on the curb, just about to give up and go check out the city, when a red sports car flew into the parking lot. Sure enough, in the driver's seat, was a boy wearing ruby quartz glasses. In the passenger seat was another boy, who she assumed was Kurt. He parked two spaces down from where she sat. She stood up, not waiting for him to kill the engine. She calmly walked over to the car.
"Hey, you two willin' to give a girl a ride?"
"We can't right now. We're looking for someone," Scott stated, reaching to open the door after he killed the engine.
"Vesuvius," she replied, grabbing his hand before it touched the knob. She saw Kurt tense up from the corner of her eyes. Scott frowned, reaching for his glasses with his free hand.
"What does a volcano in Italy have to do with anything?"
She smiled. "That's my codename." She released Scott's hand, taking off her army tags and showing them to him. "The name's Denise Saylors, but you can call me Dee. Vesuvius is my codename."
Kurt smiled as Scott sighed. "Vell, velcome to Bayville Dee!"
She smiled, hopping in the back of the car. "Alright, Scottie. Let's go!"
Scott started his car once more, backing out of the parking space. "Scottie?" he questioned.
"Sorry, used to givin' people nicknames. It's like a habit."
Scott started towards the Institute. Kurt, instead of having to turn around and talk to her, teleported into the backseat, putting his seatbelt on after he did so.
"So, is it safe to assume your powers have somezing to do vith volcanoes?"
Denise smiled. So, Kurt was a teleporter. "Actually, I can create volcanic eruptions."
"Cool! If you didn't notice, I'm a teleporter. Scott's powers are a little complicated to explain."
"That's alright. He can show me later."
They soon pulled into the garage and climbed out of the car. Scott and Kurt led Denise into the Institute and to the Professor.
"Man, this place is huge!"
When they reached the Professor's study, all three heard a command to enter in their heads. 'Please, come in.'
"Ah! What was that?!"
"Relax," Kurt said, grinning. "It vas just ze Professor."
All three teenagers walked in to see Xavier sitting behind his desk, Logan and Ororo standing to his left and Hank to his right.
"Please, come in and sit down, Denise."
Denise nodded towards the Professor as she sat down in one of the chairs across from him. She saw Scott sit in the chair by hers and noticed Kurt stand between the two chairs. She relaxed a little.
"As you know, this is a School for Gifted Youngsters, such as yourself. Now, what is it that you can do?"
"I can cause volcanic eruptions and manipulate and control lava. I'm also able withstand immense heat."
"Very well then, do you mind if I look into your mind?"
Denise shook her head as Xavier rolled over to her. "Naw, go ahead."
Xavier nodded, placing his hands on either side of Denise's head. "Now, relax."
As she did, Xavier saw everything from her early childhood and up. After receiving what he was looking for, he placed his hands on the arms of his wheelchair.
"Kurt, would you mind showing Denise?"
Everyone in the room turned towards Kurt as he smiled a bit nervously. "I'll show her." After a few minutes, he reached down and messed with his watch. He then became the fuzzy teen he truly was. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to scream. Only, that's not what she did.
"Whoa," Denise stated, a little breathlessly. She stood up and walked over to Kurt, who had opened his eyes. She reached out to touch his ears, then grinned. "Awesome! You're so cool!"
Scott and Kurt glanced at the Professor who was smiling. Kurt turned back toward Denise, who was intently watching his tail swish back and forth.
"Is that real?"
He nodded, his tail coming forward slightly. "As real as it can get."
"Dude, that's awesome." She grinned. "Now I can call you Fuzzy. That way, if I call you by your name, you'll know it's important."
"Vhy aren't you scared?"
"I lived in L.A., Fuzzy. Not much can scare you after living in that town. Besides, why would I be scared?"
"Because, I look like a demon."
"Well, whoever told you that obviously don't have good taste, because I think it's cute." She grinned again as he blushed slightly.
"Well, what would you like to do, Denise?"
She turned towards the Professor. "Well, how about I come here after school and on the weekends? That way, I can still live with Mom and Dad."
"Alright then, Logan will be your instructor. Ororo will help some of the time and the students will help when they can. Hank is our medical staff, incase you get hurt."
"Uh, yeah, 'bout that. I tend to pass out and get blisters on my hands if I over exert my powers."
Xavier nodded. "Very well then. Hank will be on stand by when you are here."
Denise nodded, turning to Kurt and Scott. "Well, I don't have to be home until one in the morning, so what now?"
"Vhy don't ve introduce you to the others?"
"Everyone except Kitty is here. She's out on a date."
Kurt nodded. He then placed his hands on Scott and Denise's shoulders, 'porting them away with a familiar 'bamf'.
Logan growled. "I don't know about this Charles. She smells like Alvers in a way, but their scents are slightly different."
"That's because she is related to Lance, Logan. We have no choice, though. After what I've seen in that girl's mind, she needs all the help we can give. She doesn't appear to know that Lance lives here in Bayville as well. If she did, I'm certain she would've turned to him first. If she becomes close to the other students, I fear she will not be able to choose between the Brotherhood or the X Men."
"I just hope we can trust her," Logan growled.