Logan glared at the girl, her long black hair had draped over her face and she was chewing her nails nervously. She was only of average height and weight, by no means any match for the professor. Xavier could stop anyone in their tracks with his mind alone, and the man held surprising strength in his arms. He could not understand how this girl had rendered Xavier unconscious.
Logan had called Jean immediately; she was in the medical room inspecting Charles. Scott, Ororo, Kurt, and himself were all sitting around keeping a close eye on the girl. Jean came in through a side door that seemed to seamlessly fit with the wall. Scott and Logan both looked up immediately, she looked at though she had few answers.
"I'm not sure what happened. His mind is blocked to me. His vital signs are normal though, I can only hope it'll pass." Her eyes lingered to Jolie. "Maybe if I could look at her."
"No!" Jolie interrupted her suddenly, startling everyone. Logan had his hands out and ready if she were to try to escape again.
"So it was you." Logan glared down at her, his voice a low growl. He had few loyalties to anyone, but Charles Xavier was one of the few who warranted his respect.
Jolie shook her head, "No, I didn't mean to do it. It's something in my head." She shrunk into her seat as best she could. Her wings were crushed uncomfortably behind her, but she didn't want to make herself any more of a target than she already was.
Jean stepped between Jolie and Logan. "What's in your head."
"Don't look!" She held up her hands like that would prevent Jean from seeing into her mind. "I thought it would just block my thoughts, but I think it does something else..."
"Can you tell us?" Ororo's tone was soothing, but Jolie just shook her head.
"I can't, that's the point." Jolie didn't have any desire to answer their questions, but knew she lacked the ability to.
Jean looked up suddenly, "Wait, it's the professor." She turned quickly and returned to the room where Professor Xavier was resting. The rest of them stood silently waiting, Jolie shifted in her chair so that her wings could move freely again. Flapping them once more she shifted her shoulders and the wings dropped off from her back.
Scott actually jumped, eyeing her wearily from behind his dark glasses. The pair of wings fell to the floor and scattered into separate feathers. She picked up one of the feathers and held it out to Scott. "Phoenix wings, they grow back." The rest of the feathers on the floor began to burn until not even the ash was left. Scott was left holding the one feather still in his hand when Jean came back in the room.
"The Professor is fine, he's awake." Everyone in the room visibly relaxed. "And he wants us to teach Jolie here."
"What?" Logan seemed to think the idea was absurd. "Are we forgetting she was caught breaking into the school?"
Ororo seemed to agree with Logan, "She obviously meant us some sort of harm. Can she be trusted?"
Jean pursed her lips, "The Professor seems to think she can be." She looked directly at Jolie. "We need to trust his judgment." Jean motioned for Jolie to get up. "I'll lead you to a room."
Jolie got up and followed Jean, eager to leave the room and the staring eyes behind her. She followed at a distance behind Jean, as they walked down the darkened hallways lights flashed on, lighting their path, but turning back off as soon as they were beyond them. Jean stopped and opened a simple wooden door revealing a small room inside. "There should be some spare clothing in that dresser. Someone will come to get you in the morning." Jean quickly turned and left Jolie alone in the room.
Jolie quickly crossed the room to where a set of windows was, she tried pulling up on them but they were locked by some unseen manner. "So I am a prisoner." She muttered to herself, though it was not unexpected. But she was willing to wait, she felt her heart drumming, something in the professor's office was calling to her. She would bide her time until she could get at it.
"The Professor said she's probably just a runaway. Someone's taken her under their wing to exploit her powers." Jean explained when she had returned to where Scott, Logan, and Ororo waited.
"Does he suspect Magneto?" Scott was apprehensive; it had been a while since they had heard from their old nemesis.
Jean just shook her head, "He says he doesn't know. All he can remember is that she's come for something. There was nothing else he could see."
"Well if what she wants is here why do we not send her away? Certainly if it were something we were willing to give away she wouldn't need to come and steal it." Ororo did not like the idea of this girl staying so close to her proximity.
"No, she's programmed. She'd just return, maybe she'd be successful, maybe we'd end up hurting her. Xavier says she is weak and she needs our help." Jean tried to voice Xavier's concerns. "Her own mind has been turned against her. She should not have these restrictions; she chooses to have them because somehow she has been convinced to do so."
"So we're to teach her?" Scott asked, still not sure of what he thought of the matter.
Jean nodded, leaning into Scott for comfort. "He thinks she can be helped."
Logan shifted his eyes away from where Jean and Scott stood. Jealousy burned slightly as he watched Scott rub Jean's shoulders reassuringly. "Alright, but I'm keeping an eye on her." He grumbled. Turning quickly he left the room. Ororo quickly followed, leaving Jean and Scott on their own.

"What do you think she was after?" Scott asked. Jean turned around to face him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know Scott, I really don't know, but..." She hesitated, looking up at him again. "I sensed death, so much death on her. Whatever it is, it isn't good." She nestled herself back into his strong grip and just let him hold her for a while.