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Charles Xavier wheeled into the lab slash hospital as the heavy, metal doors slid away before him.

"How is he doing, Dr. McCoy?"

The blue, furry man swiveled around in his chair from where had been studying a computer screen.

"Well, Professor, there seems to be no injury. He has a small cut over his left brow, but it isn't recent. There is a neat slash in the upper right shoulder of his shirt that follows through to the back. My guess is that it was made by some type of sword, but he appears to have no injury.

In addition, there is a hole where a bullet entered and exited, also in his shirt, but again, there is no wound. You may examine him if you wish, but I can assure you that he is in good condition. Well, to put it bluntly, he's in excellent physical condition."

Dr. McCoy nodded his head towards a bed where the young man had been laid out, undressed and covered to his waist with a sheet.

"That's quite alright, doctor. I will leave the medical jobs to you. There is another matter—"

"Ah, yes. I did some blood work, and it comes up negative. No X-gene. However, I encountered something else that has me quite puzzled."

The Professor glided over to the computer screen and listened as Hank elaborated.

"He seems to be human, but I found two strange sets of DNA in his system, neither of which I can account for. For now, I have dubbed them Type A and Type B."

The doctor pointed to the screen as a strand of DNA popped up marked Type A.

"This strand appears to be benign in nature. It fact, it seems rather docile and harmless. I have deduced that it affords him several benefits. It would seem to bestow increased speed, stamina, and strength.

The other strand," Again, a new slide appeared, this one marked Type B. "I'm not so sure about.

It is very agitated and certain thought patterns seem to aggravate it. I believe that it has much the same effects as Type A, but there is a strange twist I can't seem to figure out."

The doctor closed the page and turned to face the Professor, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes as he did so.

"This I do know. He wasn't born with them, and neither of them came from anything on this planet. I don't know what to make of it, and I'm afraid that I really can't assure they aren't dangerous.

Without seeing the young man in action, I can't really say how much of an effect either of these types has had on him, benign or otherwise."

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "I've never seen anything quite like it before."

The Professor sighed heavily as he absorbed this new information. This left him with precious few options, none of them which he particularly liked.

"Well, I really have little choice. Although I believe the mind is a precious sanctuary, from what you've told me, this young man could be a threat. I do not want to endanger the students. I feel it is necessary for us to learn a little more about him."

Dr. McCoy shook his head with understanding as the Professor positioned himself at the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and placed both hands on the young man's head.

Professor Xavier's amazing mind skimmed the top of the young man's memories, hoping to glean more about him.

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FLASH

A teenager with shoulder length, silver hair and dressed all in black held out his hand. A smile played at his thin lips and touched the corners of his green, slit eyes.

"Join us, Brother.

FLASH

A wheel-chair bound figure swathed in white sat placidly in a house of wood. His fingers tapped the arm of the chair as he spoke in a sure, measured voice.

"They could create another Sephiroth."

FLASH

A pretty young woman with long, black hair stared earnestly with ebony eyes. Her whole manner exuded urgency and pleading.

"Are you just going to leave them there?

FLASH

The same teenager of before, this time joined by two other silver-haired men, one with a lithe figure and long hair, the other muscular with his hair cut short. A wealth of children stood around them, all with the same vacant look in their slit pupils.

"We will have a Reunion!" Triumphed the teenager.

FLASH

A young woman in pink reached out her hand and pulled as streams of green ran down her arm. She was surrounded by blinding blue light, and just ahead a monstrous dragon roared.

"Go!" She affirmed.

FLASH

The teenager again, falling, falling, with a dark secret clutched to his breast. His eyes shone with ethereal light as he plunged downwards. A strangely deep laugh rose up from his mouth and rang eerily in the air.

FLASH

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The young man's thought were chaotic, flitting to and fro in his head, barely staying for a second. Professor Xavier fought to hang on.

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FLASH

The woman in pink, cold and dead, bleeding from a wound in her breast as she was lowered into the water.

FLASH

The black-haired girl of before polishing the counter of a bar.

FLASH

A muscular black man with a gun for an arm swinging a little girl around.

FLASH

A teenaged girl with a huge shuriken grinned in glee as she ran off with a load of multi-colored balls.

FLASH

A red dog with a scarred eye waved its fire wrought tail. A tattoo was burned into its shoulder. XIII.

FLASH

A black cat in crown and cape, sitting on top of a marshmallow-like creature.

FLASH

A man with long black hair and piercing red eyes sat wrapped in a tattered red cloak.

FLASH

A blond man with a spear steered a massive air-ship through the atmosphere.

FLASH

Silence.

Death.

Darkness.

Flames, all around.

A deep, evil laugh reverberated through the void.

A tall man with long, flowing, molten silver hair and clad entirely in black leather walked into the flames, trailed by his swinging cape and a frighteningly long sword.

FLASH!

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The Professor lost his grip and was flung out of the young man's mind. Sweat dripped down his visage. The young man's face was again twisted in a grimace, this time from the memories.

Turning to look at Hank, the Professor was silent.

"Well…?" Hank prodded, unnerved by the Professor's weary face. He had never seen Xavier look like this after using his power. It must have taken an immense amount.

"I am left with more questions then I could ever begin to answer."

Then, after a period of silence,

"We will have to wait until he wakes up."

The Professor's worried eyes drifted to the man as the young enigma struggled with his demons in a world of dreams.

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"Shhh!" A pony-tailed girl whispered furiously at her companion.

"Kitty, I don't think this is a good idea…" He replied, poking his head into the room that hers already occupied.

"Quiet, you. I just want a peek."

With a look down both ends of the hall, Kitty dashed into the med lab, followed by an uneasy Kurt. The doors whooshed shut behind them and Kurt exhaled in relief. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he whipped his head around and saw his partner-in-crime standing at by a bed. He hurried over to her and followed her eyes to the object of her attention.

It was a young man, presumably the man that had appeared the night before, although Kurt and Kitty hadn't seen him because they'd been inside the mansion at the time.

"He's not wearing… any clothes." Kitty blushed as her eyes drank in the sight of the remarkably good-looking young man covered by a sheet.

"What kinda hair do is that?" Kurt remarked as he examined the blonde spikes.

"I dunno, but it looks soft."

Kurt's head whipped around to stare at Kitty.

"Did I, like, say that out loud?" He breathed, turning crimson.

"Girls." Kurt muttered. "Why would ya want him and when you can have the fuzzy blue elf?"

Kitty laughed at Kurt's lopsided grin and comment.

A soft groan broke through the momentary silence and two heads jerked back to their former object of attention.

The young man grimaced, then slowly rose to a sitting position. A hand moved to his face and massaged his eyes before cracking them open and exposing the world to the steadily glowing, bluish-green orbs.

Kitty squeaked and made a dash for the door, nearly tripped over the Professor as he came wheeling in, followed by Scott. The young man's eyes swept the room and finally settled on the professor.

"Where am I?" He asked in a soft, melancholy voice.

"Glad to see you're finally awake. You are at Xavier's School for Gifted Children in Bayville, Washington."

"Washington…?" The man repeated, sounding confused.

"I am Professor Xavier, the young man beside me is Scott Summers, and the other two are Kitty Pryde and Kurt Wagner. I am the headmaster of this school and they and three of my students." The Professor explained.

"Cloud Strife. Ex-SOLDIER, former member of AVALANCHE, currently delivery man and orphanage worker." The man replied, still sounding quite confused and a little disoriented.

"Well, Mr. Strife, it is a pleasure to meet you. There are some questions I'd like to ask you, and I'm sure you have some of your own." With this, the Professor nodded and the three students reluctantly took their leave.

"Hm…"

"First of all, I would very much like to know how you got here."

Professor Xavier watched Cloud's face as understanding dawned.

"The Planet…" He whispered, barely audible.

His features hardened and an unreadable expression settled itself on the man's features.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

The Professor could see this was going to be difficult. Cloud was obviously not a very talkative person, and he seemed reluctant with information about himself.

"Where are you from, Mr. Strife?" Questioned the Professor, deciding to try a different question.

"I was born in Nibleheim; now I live in Midgar."

The strange names and the man's odd behavior triggered a suspicion in the Professor and he voiced it.

"You aren't from this world, are you?"

"I don't think so. At least, I've never heard of 'Bayville' or 'Washington' before." Cloud was staring at his hands in his lap.

"Do you know how you got here?"

"I have an idea."

"Would you like to elaborate?"

"Not really."

The Professor sighed. This man really was difficult. His face was completely closed and he'd given little useful information.

"Well," Xavier began, "I suppose you want some time to yourself. I've had some clothes set out for you. They're on the counter."

The Professor received a grunt in reply.

"I'll leave you alone then. If you need anything, you may use the phone on the wall. It's connected to the office."

With that, the Professor wheeled out of the room, doors closing behind him.

Instead of taking the elevator right away, he stopped outside the room and listened intently with his mind.

"Now what, Aeris? Why am I here?"

The room was silent for a moment.

Then a woman's name.

"Tifa…"

The Professor was astonished by what he heard next.

Cloud was crying softly.

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Aww! Poor Cloud. Some of you will probably rag on me for that, but I think that crying is somewhat of an emotional release, which Cloud obviously needs, so, whatever.

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