Disclaimer: No, as much as it pains me to say it, I do not own X-Men: Evolution, not even the lovely and adorable Nightcrawler. However, Maya and everything about her is mine. If she is related to another character you've read about in any way, it is simply coincidence, unless that person is copying me. Speaking of which, please, don't steal my charries. I don't have many, and the ones that I have are (in my opinion) quality. I worked hard to develop them, so don't take credit for my work.

Yes, that was much more than a disclaimer, but I really don't care. I will do my best to update regularly, or at least as soon as I can. Oh, and by the way, I like reviews that tell me what to work on, constructive criticism is okay, but please, no anonymous flames. It's quite rude, you know.

UPDATE: Just letting everybody know that I have indeed changed parts of the story. I have toned down Maya's powers as they were truthfully much too powerful and such. I had intended on having her lose the majority of them later, but...it works better this way. I'm also hoping to change my grammatical errors as well.

Ch. 1: In Which An Unusual Student Arrives At the Mansion

Kurt Wagner was sitting in his room, poring over a large book, an unusual thing for the energetic, fuzzy elf to be doing. It was no ordinary book that he was staring wistfully at, however, but a photo album. To be more precise, a photo album filled with photos of him and Amanda. Kurt sighed sadly as he looked at the pictures of Amanda. It had been a week since he had last seen her, since that sad meeting. That was when she had informed him that her parents had somehow found out that she was still seeing Kurt, and that she was being sent to live with her Aunt Vivian in France for a while, although her parents claimed it was to 'broaden her horizons'. They also realized that, although they loved each other with the passions of teenagers, their love couldn't cross an ocean. It simply wasn't strong enough. They promised to write, and told each other it was okay to see other people.

Ever since that evening, Kurt just hadn't been the same irritating blue fur ball as he had been before. Even Bobby, one of the most insensitive of the X-men, noticed that something was wrong. They all tried to make him feel better, but some of the X-men hadn't ever felt the love that he felt for Amanda, and those that did had never been separated for good, or at least what promised to be a long time.

Sighing, Kurt put away the photo album and just stared at the ceiling, simply wondering why Toad had decided to become Wanda's knight in shining armor on the night of his meeting with Amanda's parents. So lost in his own thoughts was the blue (pun intended) teen that it took Professor Xavier three times to get his attention, speaking to his mind.

KURT!!

But the third time most definitely woke Kurt up from his daydreams. "Was?" He asked wildly, jumping off of his bed and looking around frantically.

Kurt, calm down, please. Have you forgotten that I can speak to you mentally? I'm sorry to have disturbed you from your sulking, but everyone else is already down in the Meeting Room. We have a new student and before Beast brings her back in the Jet, I have a few things to say to everybody. Would you mind coming down?

The furry blue elf quickly teleported downstairs, then went into the Meeting Room normally. "I was not sulking," he muttered to himself quietly, although he didn't do a very good job of convincing himself. Professor Xavier waited for the students to quiet down before beginning, his fingers intertwined and his elbows resting on the arms of his wheelchair.

"As I have already told you, a new student is coming to the school. However, I would not have called you together if it was a normal student. This student is very different than some of the other students who have come here. I won't go into details, but she is suffering from the loss of someone close to her, besides the fact that she seems to not feel very social at the moment.

I know that you are only human, even if you are mutants, and all I ask is that you try and be friendly to her. Also, for the psychics here, please don't try to talk to her mentally, skim her mind for information, or do anything involving her mind and her powers. I also ask that you try not to provoke any fights, although you know that already. Now, I see that Beast has landed, with our visitor. Why don't I tell Beast to take her to this room first and you introduce yourselves."

The students had all seemed fine with this, and resumed talking with one another. The Professor smiled, satisfied at the result of his speech. Then, someone knocked on the door to the Meeting Room. The voices dropped down to a murmur as the Professor called, "Come in," to the new student and Beast. New students were a normal occurrence, but the Professor seemed to be more concerned, or rather protective, of this one.

The door slowly opened, and in walked…….

Beast. Then, the teacher looked at the disappointed faces and said, "No, I'm not the new student." He beckoned to someone who was beyond the view of the doorframe, and in walked a young woman. She walked stiffly, but with grace. She was tall for her estimated age and what many people would have considered beautiful. Her skin was a copper, Native-American color, with a tall, lithe frame. Her hair was what a more poetic person would have described as 'raven's wing tresses'; straight and glossy black in color, falling to her waist. She was slender, although not overly skinny, and although she wasn't about to be mistaken for a boy, 'angular' best described her looks. She had eyes with irises of vibrant violet, and they had a hard look to them, although if one looked hard enough, they could see a hint of something--what, it was hard to tell--behind the seemingly emotionless facade. Her face had no expression in its eyes like amethysts, accompanied by an elegant, although not overly large, nose and a full mouth. She wore no make-up, and no jewelry that was visible, for her ears were covered by her hair.

Her outfit was slightly odd, just as she seemed. She wore a plain silver t-shirt that hugged her frame slightly, as well as a pair of plain blue jeans and a pair of bright lavender Chuck Taylors.

Everyone just stared for a few minutes before the Professor cleared his throat.

"Hello, young woman. You already know me. I am Professor Xavier, also known as Professor X or the Professor. Why don't the rest of you introduce yourselves? Alphabetical order by first name would probably work."

In a few seconds, the students had lined up, telling the girl of their names, and then their powers. Some of the more dramatic members, such as Bobby, gave the girl an example of their powers. Finally, they stood looking at her, and she seemed to realize what they expected of her.

"My name is Maya," She said clearly, her voice cold and hard, before she walked out of the room, picking up the purple backpack that she had left by the door on her way out. The Professor sighed, muttering to himself before looking to the rest of the students.

"Scott, please find our new student and show her to her room. I believe that I told it to you already, correct?"

Scott nodded to the Professor and headed out of the room. The Professor then continued.

"The rest of you can go about your daily activities. Beast, Storm, and Wolverine, I would like to have a word with you three privately."

The students began talking again as they left the room, most likely about the new student, although Professor X couldn't be sure. Finally, when only the three teachers remained, Professor X looked at them.

"Maya is more powerful than even she realizes. I thought that you should know more about her as her instructors."

"Maya was on the streets for a time that I haven't been able to figure out, but she was happy with her twin, Fey. Fey was similar to her, in mind, their body's structures, and many other things. In fact, the only thing different about the girls was their appearance. Maya is slightly over 18 years old. I managed to find out from her that on the night of their 18th birthday, Fey was attacked and killed. She won't tell me who killed her twin, but I believe that it was someone that she knew."

"As to the matter of her powers…I'm not joking when I say that, in raw power of her abilities, she is equal to Magneto and perhaps myself. But she lacks the control that we have—at least when she's angry. She is a mutant with the powers of a faerie, or at least, with wings and antennae that she can 'melt' into her body at will. Her other power, instead of being a simple one, like just water or fire, is the ability to summon and control crystal matter.

"Storm, Maya will be joining your after school class on power control. I've had her take a few tests, with some rather intriguing results. She will take summer classes for now, as she hasn't had much formal education. The mansion will be busy enough that she will find something to do, and hopefully she will learn to open up and find a few friends."

Professor Xavier looked at them, waiting for their responses.

"Of course, Professor," Storm answered before heading upstairs to begin planning tomorrow's power control lesson.

Wolverine simply nodded and strode out of the room, while Beast said, "We shall do our best," and headed out as well.

The Professor sighed. He knew that it was going to be an even more interesting year now that she was here.