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Chapter one- How to find an Invisible Woman!

Nightcrawler gently wandered alone the alley, his heart beating faster as he spotted the shadows dancing all around him. It was a dark night with no moon, but to Nightcrawler it was as bright as day. It still freaked him out though.

"Holy Mother Mary, protect your servant." he prayed silently. Not that anyone would have understood it anyway, they didn't speak German. Out loud he spoke into his mic. "Shadowcat, are you sure this is the right place? I can't see anyone, let alone someone who doesn't want to be seen!"

"Yes Nightcrawler, I'm sure. You want me to come help you?" A voice replied teasingly in his ear. Nightcrawler smiled.

"No thanks. I'll keep looking. What's her mutation again?"

"She can turn invisible according to our source. Fun, huh?"

Oh, Wunderbar! Not only was he looking for a girl who had been chased her entire life and was probably not keen on being found, she could hide from them forever. "And how exactly am I supposed to find the 'invisible woman'?"

"Relax, get yourself into trouble and she'll come to you. She can't resist showing off to anyone who thinks its fun to mug people!"

Nightcrawler would have jumped three feet in the air if he hadn't been so keen on keeping himself hidden as much as possible. "Since when did me getting myself into trouble become part of the plan?"

"Since you convinced us there's no other way!" A male voice replied. "Now just find yourself a nice desperate bum and convince him to mug you so we can get the girl and get the hell out of here!"

Nightcrawler sighed, "Thanks for the vote of confidence Wolverine. Why don't you come out here and........" His voice trailed off as he realised there were about ten men appearing seemingly out of nowhere. "Uhhhhhhhh, guys. You know that plan of me getting mugged, how many 'bums' were you counting on there being?"

"Two or three. Why? What's up elf? You run into a few more? How many, four, five?" Wolverine growled.

"Um, try ten."

"Oh........crap! Can you handle it?"

Nightcrawler looked around him warily. "Think I'll try plan B!"

Wolverine sounded puzzled. "What's plan B?"

"Teleport out of here, schell!" Just as these words left his mouth he saw a shadow approaching. Then it disappeared. A few seconds later one of the muggers was lifted up in the air, and thrown at three others. The leader turned white.

"It's the Cat! Come on guys; let's get the hell out of here!" Within a few minutes they had all disappeared into the shadows and Nightcrawler was left alone...or so he thought.

"Hey, Blueberry. You okay?"

Nightcrawler turned to see not a girl of sixteen or seventeen as they had been expecting, but a full grown woman of twenty at least. And a pretty woman at that! A little shorter than him with shoulder length black hair and cat-like yellow eyes that seemed to pierce any soul. She had long claws coming out of her nails that were obviously natural, unlike Wolverine's. He also noticed that where the nails came out there was a large amount of blood. She was wearing a short skirt and a shawl and not much else, her feet were bare. She was quite obviously in good shape for a woman who, according to their source, had been living in the backstreets of London since she was fifteen. The only thing of any sort of value was a small golden cross around her neck. She was covered in bruises and scars.

"Are you....are you Catrina?" Nightcrawler stammered.

The girl frowned. "If you planed that Blueberry I'm gonna be extremely peeved off! I pulled my arm out lifting that guy y'know."

Nightcrawler stepped back nervously. "No, no. Believe me. That was NOT planned! But we are looking for you."

She raised an eyebrow. "We?" She said. Nightcrawler noticed that she had a strong English accent without a hint of a London in it, she sounded as though she had just stepped out of Buckingham Palace. A bit like Pyslocke's.

"Yes. We. My colleges are back in our jet. I have been looking for you all day. My name is Nightcrawler."

She smiled, "I prefer Blueberry, still if you insist, then you can call me Feline.". She retracted her claws, wincing slightly, but smiling at his worried face. "Don't worry...Crawler. They always bleed when they come out, always have!"

Nightcrawler suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

"Nightcrawler, Nightcrawler! Are you okay? Kurt, answer me!"

He quickly turned his mic back on. "I'm fine Katzen, really. I found her (thank the Lord)." He turned to Feline, "Come on, the Professor will be waiting for you, the X-Jet isn't far!"

She raised an eyebrow slightly, but nodded. "Hang on, can I get some things? Meet me back here in.... ten minutes okay?" And with that ran back into the alley. Nightcrawler stood there mesmerised for a second, and then talked into his mic.

"Kitty, can you and Wolverine bring the jet closer, she said she'd be ten minutes."

Then he just stood there, waiting.

"So let me get this straight, you heard of me from a source (whom will remain unknown) and decided to come and get me. Why, may I ask, would you want to do that? There are hundreds of other mutants on the streets, not that I'm not glad you did, but why me?"

Kurt smiled.

She managed to say that all in one breath!

He looked again at Feline, now dressed in a crop-top, trousers and fingerless gloves. They had arrived in America about two hours ago. On the way over she had fallen asleep on his arm. Now she sat, crouched up in an armchair, in front of the Professor. She was blinking sleepily with jetlag, but determinately.

The Professor smiled at her "Our source asked us to find you, and take care of you. And we try to help people, when we can."

Feline frowned. "I wish you'd tell me who he or she was, but I suppose if they want to remain anonymous I can understand that!"

"Good, then you won't mind us asking a few questions, I hope. We like to know something at least about our staff!"

Feline perked up. "Staff?"

"Yes, we'd like to employ you as a teacher of power control for those who have trouble. You seem to have very good control." The Professor said frowning.

"I would have thought Kurt would have explained that to you!"

"You try explaining anything to someone who's falling asleep on your arm!" Kurt grumbled. Feline smiled mischievously at him.

"Sorry." She said, not looking sorry at all. "But you try saving a furry demon from the London Runners and staying awake when he tries to explain something to you. There's no explaining on the street, just doing!" She shivered slightly.

The Professor looked at her kindly. "Would you rather wait until you've settled down a bit before giving us an idea of your past?"

She looked up sharply. "You didn't say anything about explaining my past! I'm sorry, but I'd rather be back out there than give anyone details about my past. So if that's all you want me for, you might as well put me back in that jet and take me back to the backstreets of London!" She said standing up and looking around at the two men.

Kurt quickly teleported over to her and grabbed her hand to prevent her from walking out there and then. "You don't have to tell us anything you don't want to, right?" He said, looking at the Professor. The Professor frowned.

"I'd rather have an idea of your past, but, as Kurt says, you don't have to tell us anything if you don't want to."

At this Feline sat down, but kept a firm grip on Kurt's hand. He was relieved to see she didn't seem to mind the fact that he only had three fingers.

I wonder what's so bad about her past that she doesn't want us to know any of it?

"How much did this source tell you about me?" She asked quietly.

"Not much. Only that your name was Catrina Gillis and you could turn invisible at will. They told us you were in London and might be going under the name of Cat or Mutant 625."

She smiled. "Nothing about my appearance or age then? No matter, I have a vague idea who told you about me now. Well, my full name is Catrina Kaijen Gillis and I'm twenty-two. I was born and raised in England until I was thirteen when I was stolen away from my parents. I was taken to... well; let's just say it's not the kind of place you'd want to go for a holiday. Two years later I escaped and went to live in London, and I've been there ever since. Is that enough?"

The Professor smiled at her. "Yes, thank you Catrina, can I call you that or would you prefer Feline?"

She shook her head. "No, everyone can call me Catrina, or Cat if that's easier. Oh yeah, my birthday's on the twenty-fifth of June."

"Quite soon then? We must hold a celebration. Okay, that's all for now. Kurt can you take her to her room, she can get unpacked."

Cat grinned. "Not much to unpack really."

Kurt smiled at Cat as the Professor left. "So, you wanna take the long way or..." he stood up "the quick way?"

She smiled back.

"The quick way please!"

And she gently wrapped her arms around him. Kurt tried to concentrate, but it was extraordinarily hard when her arms were around him. Finally he managed to get himself together and the two disappeared in a puff in smoke and smell of brimstone.

So thats my first chapter, please tell me wat u think.