Black Onyx.

A/N: Let's get a couple of things cleared up. I don't own anything except my lovely computer, my OCs and the Bible on my bedside. Also, I HATE Rogan pairings, so Rogue will eventually die in my story if I can help it. Also, she didn't meet up with Logan in Canada. She stumble across the school on her own, and Logan is still in Canada.

Onyx is perhaps the most beautiful stone I've ever seen. It's endless, it doesn't show wear very well. It's a lovely dark black. It doesn't age. It's strong, and it can appear invisible in the night.

Perhaps that's the reason I chose Onyx as my new name.

I'm no rebel. I didn't have a problem with my parents… when they were alive. Now that they're gone, all their past seems to come back to bite me. Fun stuff. I'm a mutant. Have been for over 45 years, but you won't see anybody letting me into a club or a bar, because I haven't aged since I turned 20, but I still look like a stinking 18 year old!

That's why I changed my name. I can't have the same name I did when I was young. That's just begging for trouble, and as it is, trouble doesn't need help finding me.

I have dark black hair, and brown eyes that closely resemble a fox's. When I'm not running for my life… oh, who am I kiddin? I'm ALWAYS running from somebody. But if I did have any free time at all, I'd spend it reading.

As it is, I'm a southern belle who recently acquired a traveling companion. Poor girl was caught stealing from some grocer and, well, people are much less tolerant of mutants than humans. She had been locked in the cellar for 3 days when I found her. She'd been six.

I'd kinda adopted her. I think she was about 19 now. She wouldn't tell me her real name, so I renamed her Dove. She has the power to bring peace, not to mention the white wings that were attached to her back, so I thought it fit. She liked it.

We were some where in Canada. I could tell because I could smell the scent of the trees all around. I loved the wilderness. I was home there. It had to do with my animal instincts, I guess. The wilderness made Dove nervous, so I sacrificed for her. After all, I'd spent enough time looking after me, but it felt good to look after some body else. It was good to be needed.

I tapped her shoulder gently. "Dove? We're here. Come on, sweet heart."

Dove looked up and rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Ugh. I thought you said we'd go as far as Carson City?"

I smiled a bit. "This is Carson City, darlin'"

She shook her head. "Too early for southern drawl translations. Ugh."

I giggled and jabbed her in the ribs playfully. "shut up and get out."

The truck driver who'd driven us was already gone. I sighed. "Come on, I'm sure there's somebody in there willing to lose some money."

Fear shown in her eyes. "Onyx, be careful, please."

I waved away her concern with my hand. "I'll be fine, sweetie. You don't have to worry about me. I'm invincible… except against chocolate."

She laughed. It was a well known fact that I LOVED chocolate. Dove's stomach growled loudly. She tried to cover it up, but with my acute senses it wasn't that hard to hear. I sighed and put my jacket on her. I couldn't die of starvation, but she could.

Oh, the joys of being a parent.

Dove sniffed. "Are you sure it looks… dirty in there." I rolled my eyes.

Make that a parent of a teenager.