Ok, So I redone this again after I deleted it from here by accident. I took a few things out and I think it's a little better. ( I'm still learning all this. ) I've really enjoyed reading other x-men fic so I thought I'd give it a try and do one. The Sabertooth in this story is the Tyler Mane version. Not that I don't like Liev Schreiber I do. But the Victor in this story was always Tyler Mane's version in my head. (I have always had a soft spot for big dudes! And Tyler Mane is hot.) So feedback would be great if you have the time. Good, bad, does it suck? am I wasting my time? I'm also open to any pointers or suggestions. I'm a big girl so please feel free to let me know what you think. Thank you for taking time to read my first fic.

MV~

This wasn't how she thought her life would turn out. She was supposed to be married with two kids anda dog and a white picket fence, not setting on a plane with four others taking short glances at her every chance they got and wondering what her mutation was. The jet landed in the field behind her house just a few hours ago. They were all nice when they introduced themselves to her. "Must be codenames" She thought to herself as one by one they shook her hand and smiled at her. Rogue was the first to say hello, Then Gambit and a lovely white haired woman named storm. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Sara Callaway." Logan's uneasy feeling swayed a bit at the woman's thick southern accent as he eyed her from head to toe. Her long dark hair fell down her back nearly to her waist. She was tall around 6 feet he'd guess. He smiled a bit to himself he was such a sucker for a southern accent. He wasn't really sure why. Hers was thick as honey and it reminded him of Marie's when they first met years ago. "And your names sir?" She asked turning her gaze to Logan. "Wolverine." He said sharply not trying to stare at her. "Nice to meet you sir." He shook her hand and wondered why she still had on sunglasses it was nearly dark.

That warm familiar voice filled his mind again. "She's not a normal mutant Logan." The Professor said.

"Well, my family knows about my situation. And that I am spending a few weeks with Professor Xavier. To...to figure out some things. Would anyone like anything from my house before we go?" Her mama would be mortified if she'd forget to show her guest that trademark southern hospitality.

"I think we are all fine." storm said smiling at her. It was not lost on the group that it was dark now and this woman still hadn't taken off her sunglasses.

They made small talk on the plane ride back to the school even Logan got in on it. She fascinated this small group of friends and teammates. She seemed to ease right into the conversation without missing a beat. She was easy going and kindness seemed to flow out of her. Logan could smell it on her. That and a little fear and pain. But she seemed like a happy person. when she laughed it was genuine and the happiness splayed across her face. But the damn glasses. "What's the deal with that?" he asked himself again. It had started to annoy him a bit she still had them on.

They landed at the school a few hours later. The women were still laughing a bit when they stepped off the blackbird. Gambit and Logan had Sara's bags and she tried to take one from Gambit. "No ...no Gambit has this." he said pulling it away from her hand. "Me and the swamp rat'll take care of this kid. The Professor's dying to meet you." Logan said staring at her again. "They'll be in your room." Gambit said

"Alright, thank you." she smiled at them and turned and followed the women in to the med bay to meet The Professor.

Sara wasn't quite sure of Hank but recovered quickly as he held out his large blue furry hand to shake. She walked around the lower levels of the school with the Professor and Hank for a while taking in everything they told her with ease.

"She doesn't seem to be too raddled; in fact she looks completely comfortable." Storm whispered to Rogue.

Logan heard them talking her thick accent filling the halls as he and Gambit made their way back to the med lab.

"What you think it is?"

"What?"

"Her mutation" Gambit said stopping in the hall.

"Have no damn idea. Chuck just said she wasn't normal. Hell, none of us are." he said with a snort.

"Yeah, but what's the deal with the glasses?' Gambit asked starting to walk down the hall again.

"I duno, but I want to find out."

"Well I have had the cooks prepare us all a late dinner and set it up in my private dining area. Shall we go?" The Professor said.

The food looked great; they were all starving as the small group sat down. Sara talked as she filled her plate. They sat and ate and talked into the night with each other. Hank loved talking to her, the whole group did. Sara yawned a bit and rubbed her nose lifting up her dark glasses a bit. Logan thought he saw something purple. "Purple? What the fuck." The Professor heard Logan's thoughts he was casting them so strong right then.

"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if you took your glasses off Sara, Aren't they making your head hurt?" Charles said to her.

Sara stiffened at the question. She didn't know how they would take it if they saw her eyes.

"I...I don't …" she was at a loss for words panicking a bit.

"You know you're with friends here now, right darlin'?" Logan said surprising everyone.

She looked at him hard and then at the Professor.

"He's right Sara, we only want to help you anyway we can." The Professor said encouraging her.

She looked at Logan again. A weak smile on her lips. He could smell the fear roll off her as her trembling hand moved up to her glasses. Her eyes were closed as she pulled them off. Everyone in the room had forgotten to breathe when she opened them. He was right they were purple. They seemed to have a life of their own as she looked from person to person. "They are purple flames." storm said softly. She watched the soft flames danced around in her eye sockets. Storm briefly wondered what kept them from burning her.

"Well, somebody say something." Sara said with a nervous laugh. "Please."

The word came out in a painful gasp as the flames glowed brighter with her anxiety. Her chest felt tight and she felt like the room was closing in on her. She didn't know if she could handle it if a school full of mutants rejected her like some of her hometown friends and even a few of her family members had done.

"There beautiful." Gambit said without hesitation. He watched the small flames dance slowly around the black dots in the middle of her eyes and smiled at her. "A man could get lost in them Belle." he said sitting back in his chair.

"He's right." Logan said watching her eyes flicker. "You shouldn't hide them; I mean come on look at Gumbos creepy little ones over there. His are red and black. He looks like a damn demon." Logan said with a chuckle trying to get the nervous woman to relax.

She couldn't stop the laugh that filled the dining room as she smiled at the ferial man beside her.

With that said the questions started one right after the other from the group at the table. Logan just gave her a small smile every now and then as she talked.

"My eyes weren't always like this" she said. "This happened about eight months ago. When my mutation kicked in."

"Kicked in? What do you mean? Storm thought she looked around 17 or 18. Her mutation should have started when she was going through puberty.

"I'm a late ...very late bloomer." she said with a giggle.

"Can't be that late you're not that old." Rogue said smiling at her.

"How old do you think I am?" Sara asked looking at the younger woman.

"I don't know around my age 18 or so, I'd guess" she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh honey! I love you for that." She said laughing.

"I'm 35. " Logan choked on his beer and looked at her. "You sure as hell don't look 35 Darlin'."