Okay, so I had actually not expected people to like this story, but from the few reviews I've gotten, all the feedback was positive.

Thanks, you guys! And anyway, I hope that there are more people reading it, and I'd be really happy if you guys did.

Again, I'm sorry that this has taken me a LONG time to post (I thought I'd be able to a week ago) and sorry that the chapter is so short. But I guess you can only take so much X-Men at a time. :)

On with the story-

I settled down on my new bed, reveling in my newfound sight. Everything was literally in ruby-colored glasses, but I could see.

I was at a school for people like me; I was at a place where reading minds and turning into crystal was considered normal. And…I had friends. Even before I had known I was a mutant, I was always an outcast. I was always the weird kid whose parents had died in a freak plane crash. From the way they treated me…I wouldn't be surprised if they thought I caused it.

But here…at what I learned was called Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters…I could learn in a comfortable environment, with other kids who had most likely been through the same things as me.

The girl who had helped me on the island was named Emma Frost. She was fairly pretty with blond hair and somewhat of an attitude. I didn't know any of the other kids by name, but many of them left soon after we had arrived. They didn't very much like Professor Xavier's sheltered environment.

But they were replaced as quickly as they had left, and they were soon forgotten. I was soon joined by an African girl who could control the weather, named Ororo Munroe, a year or so younger than me, and a boy named Hank McCoy who was covered from head to toe with deep blue fur.

Hank and Ororo became my closest friends…but then she came.

One morning, I woke up late, not having set my alarm. Panicked and worried that Xavier would be mad at me, I dressed, quickly ran my fingers through my hair, and dashed down the hall, shoving the door to his office open.

"Good morning, Scott," said the Professor, a smile on his face. "What can I do for you this early in the morning?"

"Wasn't there- isn't- where's every-" My eyes widened and I groaned, my shoulders slumping. "It's Saturday?"

"Indeed it is, Mr. Summers," he said, that smile still on his face. As I turned to leave, he called out, "Oh, but while you're here…I'd like to introduce you to a new student." I turned around and tilted my head, questioning. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but then I saw her.

She was standing off to the side, her emerald eyes large and her red hair shining in the early morning sun. She slightly looked up when she heard me approach her, and she smiled shyly. Girls never having been my area of expertise, I looked nervously back at the Professor, but he just subtly winked at me. I hesitantly extended my hand to the girl.

"Hi," I said. "I'm…" Whoa, what was my name, again? "I'm Scott." Oh, yeah. That was it.

She slowly accepted my hand and looked back at Xavier.

"Go on, Jean," he told her. Then he looked at me. "Give her a tour of the mansion, Scott. I'll meet you in the dining room in about an hour for breakfast." I nodded silently as I let go of her hand and we walked into the hall. She looked up at me nervously, and her green eyes shone brightly.

"I'm Jean," she said softly. "Jean Grey."

Hahaha, so now Jean's at the Mansion! I'm not sure if I wrote her exactly as she's supposed to be, since I made her more shy and unsure (from her Phoenix experiences). Did you guys like her?

Next up: Scott discovers the basement, Jean's powers become clear, and a certain man named Erik Lensherr has an argument with Professor Xavier.

Thanks,

William D. J. Watson