Timeline: Both timelines are moved up to the present-ish. So cell phones etc. are the same as we have now-ish. Roswell- Starts during Season 3 Episode 12 Ch-Ch-Changes, then goes very AU. I have made some changes to Season 3, but you should be able to pick them up as you read. X-Men- Starts after the first movie then goes AU. Shadowcat is a teen here, not the kid from the second movie, more like her character in the third. Pyro however is the same dude from the second movie.

Summery: When Liz leaves in Ch-Ch-Changes for boarding school she doesn't end up at Winnaman Academy. Liz Parker, welcome to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims et al. X-Men belongs to Marvel et al. I don't even own the idea for this fic as it is a challenge: Crossover Challenge # 16 by Jezebel Jinx. I don't own Lucky Charm's either. Also I was able to find a Westchester County, but not city or town, online. So, I'm guessing the city of Westchester is made up, and I'm putting the city in the county, a couple hours away from New York City.

Chapter Two: The Mansion and The Journey

Ororo (Storm) pov

It was a typical morning at 'Mutant High,' as the children called it. Ororo was seated at the teachers table in the dining room, watching the children as they ate in a state of (barely) controlled chaos. At least it was peaceful at the teachers table. Ororo knew that was solely due to the fact that Logan was still off searching for his past. If he were here, he and Scott would be squabbling like a pair of chickens.

Hearing a small scuffle, I looked up to see that Kitty Pride was being chased through the room by John Allerdyce, Kitty having absconded with the last bowl of Lucky Charm's. Kitty phased as she ran straight through a table filled with her fellow students. There were quite shudders and gasps, and a few 'Hey!'s as she passed through students and their breakfasts alike. In an attempt to reach Kitty by leaping over a chair, John knocked the chair, Kitty, the chairs' occupant, which happened to be Artie a small boy with a blue forked tongue, and the prized bowl of cereal to the floor with a mighty crash.

Laughter and a few giggles spread swiftly throughout the room. Kitty scowled at John.

"Nice one Pyro! Now neither of us gets any marshmallow-y goodness!" Kitty said angrily.

"Kitty! John! Settle down!" Scott Summers shouted sternly.

Kitty helped Artie back into his chair, and went to get a broom, huffing and rolling her eyes as John grabbed a muffin and sat down to eat like nothing had happened.

I turned my head when I heard the whirring sound of the Professors wheelchair. Charles pulled up to the table and greeted everyone before he began eating.

"Charles," I said when there was a lull in the conversation.

"Yes, Ororo?" he responded.

"I got a call late last night from an Elizabeth Parker, of Roswell New Mexico. She said that you had known her Grandmother Claudia Parker?" Charles immediately stopped eating to focus on me completely.

"Yes, Claudia was a good friend of mine, and we spoke of her granddaughter often. What did Ms. Parker need?" he said concerned.

"She said that she is having trouble with her mutation, and that her parents finally agreed that she could come here. She said that she is catching a bus this morning, and should be here in about two days." I answered.

"Did she say why her parents changed their minds? Last I heard they were very against her coming here." Charles asked.

"Ms. Parker said that they agreed because she was having problems with her 'gift'" I explained.

"Very well. Could you please find a room for her, and work on her academic transfer, Ororo?" He asked.

"Of course, Charles." I said. As I was finished with my breakfast, I excused myself to get to work.

As I was walking out of the dining room, I was nearly run over by Kitty chasing John with the broom she had used to clean up their earlier mess. I smelled something burning, and looked closer at the broom. Sure enough the bristles were on fire. Just another morning at Mutant High.

(Liz pov)

When we stopped for dinner that first night, I hurried to a mall nearby to buy a cell phone. After I bought the pay-as-you-go phone, I didn't want a plan that would require a home address, I barley had time to grab a couple snacks from a gas station before I hopped back on the bus.

Later that night, I decided to call Isabel, and see what she was up to. She would want to know the latest development in the Max and Liz saga.

She answered the phone on the fourth ring breathless with laughter in her voice. "Hello?" I could hear music and commotion in the background.

"Hey, Isabel. It's Liz." I said.

"Hey, Liz! How are you? His Majesty isn't giving you to much trouble I hope?" she replied.

"Actually, we broke up."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Liz. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Turns out he was cheating on me!"

Silence enveloped the phone line.

"Isabel?" I asked tiredly, "Please tell me you didn't know Max was cheating."

"I'm sorry, Liz" she said. She sounded genuinely regretful. "Max is my brother, and I felt stuck between you two. But he's family, I just couldn't say anything."

I took a deep breath, and blew it out. "How long have you known?" I asked.

"I only found out for sure about a month before I left. It's actually one of the many reasons I had to get out of Roswell. I couldn't deal with him treating you like that, not after everything you've done for us. And I didn't want to be the one to break your heart." She paused to take a deep breath. "Please don't let this come between us. I love having you as a friend. After all you did to help me to get here, to college, and all of your support for me to be able to live a life of my own. I need you to forgive me Liz. Please?"

I took a moment to think. Could I forgive her? It all came down to one thing: Max. Again he stomps through someone's life like a bull in a china shop, and we're left to pick up the pieces.

"I'll make you a deal Izzie, you promise not to ever keep something like this from me again, and I'll forgive you. Since I'm not seeing Max anymore, and you aren't in Roswell, I'm hoping he won't be able to come between us again. We'll just pretend he doesn't exist as far as our friendship goes, okay?" I asked.

"Sure Liz, that sounds good." Isabel said relieved. I could still hear loud music, and people laughing in the background.

"What is all the noise about? You're at a party aren't you?" I asked her mischievously.

"Busted," she laughed. "But don't worry mom, I'm the designated driver."

"You're not drinking from glasses, or open containers, or leaving your drink unsupervised?" I inquired.

"And I'm not taking any pills or candy offered to me either. I'm following 'Isabel's Rules For A Safe College Experience' to the letter." She answered dutifully.

This was actually a list written by both of us of everything that could possibly happen, or go wrong, and how to deal with it. Considering how much Isabel likes to make lists and organize things down to the letter, and my own penchant for the scientific method, this list was a thing of beauty. Not all of it deals with alien stuff, but a good portion is devoted to keeping the secret. Of course anything alien related, that we couldn't use code words for, was firmly entrenched in our memory instead of writing it down so no one could inadvertently find it.

"Are you having fun?" I asked eagerly. At least one of us was happy.

"I'm having a blast!" Isabel answered. "It's great to just let go, and be immature for awhile, ya know? To just worry about getting to class on time, and whether my roommate is going to bring a girl to our dorm tonight, and writing a paper for English Lit. I'm normal and it's awesome!"

"I'm so happy for you Iz! But, I thought your roommate was a girl?" I asked confused.

"Oh, she is. She just," here she imitated a breathy hippie voice, "'doesn't discriminate based on gender, or age, it's all about the soul.' Though I haven't ever actually seen her with a guy so whatever."

"Well that's what college is all about you know. Experimentation. Speaking of, how long did it take to get her to stop hitting on you? You're stacked. If I were to ever switch teams you're the first girl I'd go after." I teased.

"Three weeks, and a threat of bodily harm." Izzie replied.

I laughed. It felt good to laugh again. "What does she put on the doorknob if she doesn't want to be disturbed? A bra?"

"Nothing so dramatic. Just a garish yellow scrunchy. But we've worked through most of the normal roommate drama by now, and we have a system to keep each other happy." She said.

"Oh, I'm sure you do. *cough* roommate Nazi *cough*" I said sarcastically.

She growled down the phone line. Someone yelled her name in the background. "Just a sec." She yelled back to them. "I should get going soon, I'm missing the drunken antics." She said to me.

"Okay. Um, I should probably tell you I'm calling from a bus, on my way to boarding school in New York." I said sedately.

"No shit! You got out of Roswell? What kind of boarding school? All girl? Oh, is it in New York City? Are you going to be a Gossip Girl?" she rambled on excitedly.

"No, not all girl, it's in Westchester New York, and I don't have the excessive amount of money, or the low moral standards necessary to be a 'Gossip Girl.'" I replied.

"Oh, well hopefully there will still be hot guys there." She said sympathetically.

"I don't think I'm going to be in the dating market for awhile at least. But thanks for the thought." I said. "Well, I better let you get back to the drunken masses. I'm calling from my new cell, so you can reach me at this number now."

"Okay, good. Call me after you get there to dish, yeah?"

"Of course. Talk to you later."

"Later."

We hung up. I think the college vocabulary is rubbing off on Isabel more than she realizes. I decided to try and get some sleep, so I pulled out a travel pillow my mom had given me, and a jacket and cuddled down against the window. It was hard to get to sleep with the roar of the bus engine, and the constant motion, but eventually my exhaustion won out and I fell asleep.

By lunch the next day the battery on my phone was nearly dead from all the people I had talked to. Kyle had called Isabel to tell her about me leaving, of course she already knew, so she gave him my number. I had called my parents early this morning, and they received a call from Maria a couple hours after we hung up, and they gave her my new number.

Maria is apparently in New York City. Funny how planes go faster than buses. She gushed at me about her amazing adventure, and how she's going to a studio to record etc. etc. I didn't get a word in edgewise for thirty minutes. Then I finally told her about Max, and going to boarding school. She seemed excited that we would be so close together. With her in New York City we were only an hour or two apart by car. I told her how happy I was for her, and she reciprocated. She was very pleased that I was now free of the Abyss. Though, of course, she painted a very descriptive picture of what she was going to do to Max the next time she saw him. I hope the blood spatter won't reach me across the country at school.

After lunch I called the school, and got to talk to Dr. Grey. I gave her my new number, and told her I should be there by 7pm the next day, allowing for at least an hour of taxi time from the nearest bus stop. I spent a great deal of time reading on the bus. I caught up on some scientific journals, and re-read some of Dr. Xavier's and Doctor Grey's work. The rest of the time I read some Jane Austen, her work always put me in a good mood.

Isabel called me that evening to give me a heads up on Max. Apparently he was trying to find out where I was going, and get a phone number for me. Everyone who knew anything were blocking his attempts, Isabel and Kyle were saying they had no clue where I was, but he was getting frustrated. I hope he didn't try to call Maria. She would lose it, and cuss him out. Not that I would mind her cussing him out, it just seemed she was going to be working pretty much 24/7 and I didn't want her to lose her chance because she freaked out on the phone like a Diva on her first day. My dad, of course, enjoyed the fact that I was out of Max's reach. He was probably rubbing it in every chance he got.

The green lighting had been slowly receding ever since I left Roswell, and now it only came in small sporadic bursts. The pain was almost non-existent now. I kept my hoody on just in case, so no one would see anything. My body was still sort of buzzing inside, like it was settling slowly from the upset with Max trying to heal me in the desert. I felt kinda like a tuning fork, and just weird in general.

I went to sleep at around eleven that night, and I hoped the rest of this trip would go by swiftly.

When I finally knocked on the front door of the mansion, I was about ready to keel over. I was tired, dirty, and hungry. I just wanted to sleep. It was 9pm on the day I planned on arriving, and I was 2 hours late. It had taken forever to get a Taxi, and then the driver kept getting 'lost.' I got so aggravated I'm pretty sure I blew up one of the back tires of the cab. That's something I had seen Michael do when he was angry. He would blow up random things on accident. A light bulb, a glass, even a throw pillow on a couch once. After the tire exploded I felt like I had released some of my frustration.

Of course, I then had to wait for another cab to show up, and bring me the rest of the way here. My phone battery was quite thoroughly dead by that point, so I couldn't call the school for a ride. I hope I never have to get in a cab again. I was so tired by the end of the ride that I got several visions. I was firmly putting them in the box in my head labeled 'Things I never actually saw/ purge.' I learned to put the visions in here that I didn't want or need, and through meditation, I can get rid of them permanently.

A perky teenage girl dressed in yellow, with huge hoop earrings, and spiky black hair, answered the door.

"Can I help you?" she chirped. She took in my soaking wet, and ragged appearance, and frowned a little.

"Yes, I'm Liz Parker, a new student here. Are Ms. Monroe, or Professor Xavier available?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. She turned around with her hand still on the door and yelled into the house. "MS. MONROE! THERE'S A LIZ PARKER AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!" I shook my head and rubbed at my ear. That girl sure had a set of lungs on her.

A beautiful woman with white hair, and creamy chocolate skin stepped up beside the girl with a look of fond annoyance on her face. "Jubilee, how many times do I have to ask you to speak in a normal inside voice?" she asked.

The girl, Jubilee, blushed slightly. "Sorry, Ms. Monroe." She said, and went back into the house.

"You must be Liz." Ms. Monroe said, and she looked me up and down in confusion. She held the door open and stepped back for me to enter. I walked in and looked around the foyer. I had thought the outside was impressive, but holy crackers! The banister on the staircase alone, looked like it could buy my families restaurant.

"Yes, hi. Sorry about my appearance, I've had a trying evening." I said softly.

"Well you look like you could use some rest. Let's get you set up in a room, hmm?" Ms. Monroe said kindly.

Several teens around my age or younger had sidled up to get a look at the new girl.

Ms. Monroe gestured two girls foreword. "This is Kitty, and Rogue. Girls this is Liz." She turned back to look at me. "Liz you can either take the bottom bunk in a room with Kitty, Jubilee, who you met earlier, and Rahne here." She gestured to another teenager who was short with red hair and green eyes. Rahne nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Or, you could room with Rogue, and have your own bed."

"Why would I want a bunk bed when I could room with Rogue?" Everyone looked at each other awkwardly.

"Because of my mutation. When I touch people it hurts them." Said Rogue in a soft southern accent, with resignation in her voice.

"Well I wasn't planning on getting overly touchy feely with my roommate anyway. But if Groping becomes necessary, I'm sure we can figure something out!" I responded. Man I was hanging out with Kyle too much! Where had that come from? Everyone looked at me with horror on their faces, except for Rogue. She looked at me with a little smirk, and I knew she got that it was a joke.

"Geez! I'm kidding! Rogue could you show me where our room is? I need to shower and eat something before I pass out for a couple of days." Rogue let out a full blown smile at that, and beckoned me towards the stairs.

"We're on the third floor." She said.

"Whoa." I said quietly as I stepped into my new room behind Rogue. It was all I could say really. My feet were cushioned by plush carpeting. To the immediate right of the door was a sitting area with a couch and a couple of easy chairs. There was even a coffee table, and a TV was hung on the wall. Directly across from the sitting area, on the far wall was a big picture window that looked out onto the front lawn, with a comfy looking window seat. On either side of the window was a queen sized bed. It looked like Rogue had the bed furthest from the door.

To my immediate left there were two chests of drawers. Just beyond them I could see the entrance to a walk-in closet. To the right of that was a door to what looked like a bathroom. Then, right across from the dressers, were two desks with a book shelf in between.

Rogue chuckled softly. "Yeah that was my reaction too."

"This has to be at least three times the size of my bedroom at home! Who did you have to kill to get this room?" I asked incredulously.

Rogue's face suddenly fell, and I felt the need to backtrack. "I'm sorry, I was just joking." I said to her. "I didn't mean to hit a nerve."

She smiled shakily at me. "It's alright. You would have heard it around the school anyway, I might as well just tell you." She walked to the door and shut it, and helped me get my bags over by my bed. "I had an accident just after I got here, and nearly killed someone. After that no one would room with me. I think Ms. Monroe just gave me this room because she felt bad for me." Here she smirked. "Not that I have a problem with that. Wait till you see the shower, and separate bathtub."

"Speaking of I think I just need a quick shower before I go to bed." I said wearily.

"Are you hungry?" Rogue asked. "I could grab you a sandwich or something while you shower."

"Oh, that would be great thanks!" I said.

That night after taking a gloriously hot shower, scrubbing myself pink, and eating the food Rogue had brought me, I hit the sheets and was out like a light.

I dreamt.

I was walking swiftly through the temple, trying to get a child to the safety of a secret passage. The child had run screaming into the temple moments before, and the head priestess ordered me to take the small girl to safety. I would rather be at her side fighting the interlopers, but allowing a child to die in this sacred place would have dire consequences for our eternal souls. We might die here, but we would protect the sanctity of our temple, and of our goddess to our last breath. Bastet being known as the avenging goddess is no mistake, and to anger her is to bring untold destruction upon yourself, and your eternal soul.

I finally made it to an antechamber and adjusted the small child in my arms so I could reach for a symbol carved along the base of a statue of a huge lioness, that was a representation of our goddess Bastet. I pressed against the hidden switch while simultaneously sending a spark of power from the earth into the symbol. There was a rumbling click as the door slowly began to open.

"Go, Suri!" I whispered urgently to the girl. "Follow the passage to the palace, and warn the Pharaoh of the attack!"

Suri looked up at me with despairing swollen red eyes. "Do not make me go alone Priestess! Come with me!" She wailed.

"No child," I said. "I will stay with my sisters as I was meant to, and you will warn our people of the danger that is upon us."

"But you will surely die Priestess!" she said in anguish.

"I will die fighting for my goddess and my people, standing side by side with my sisters. There is no greater death for me than this. If you wish to honor us, make sure we are remembered, and live a long full life. Get married and have many daughters, and tell them of the Priestesses of Bastet so they can tell their daughters and our sacrifice and our faith will be remembered." I kissed her forehead softly, and gently pushed her into the tunnel. I grabbed an oil lamp from it's niche in the wall, and handed it to the girl before pushing the door closed. I turned toward the sound of fighting, and took a deep breath before going to face my fate.

I didn't wake up until nearly noon the next day, when I heard a knock on the door. I gasped as I came awake, and pulled my self from my dream. That was one seriously weird dream. I could tell it wasn't a vision of any kind, I never got one when I was sleeping anyway, but it was so much more real than any other dream I had ever had.

The knock sounded again, and I got up quickly to answer it. I threw on my robe and slippers, and hurried to the door. I pulled it open to see Ms. Monroe standing there with a kind smile on her face.

"Good morning, Liz," she said. "I wanted to wake you up and let you know lunch is starting in the next few minutes, and after you eat the Professor would like to meet with you in his office."

"Thanks, Ms. Monroe," I said. "I'll be down in a moment." Ms. Monroe nodded, and disappeared down the hall. I shut the door, and dug through my bags for something to wear. After I changed, and brushed my teeth and hair, I went down to the dining room. It wasn't hard to find with the level of noise emanating from it.

As I stepped through the door I looked around till I found Rogue. She was in line about to get her food, and she gestured me over. "Hey, roomie! I see you're finally awake," she said as I got too her. She reached out a gloved hand, and pulled me by the arm into line beside her. "Roommates privilege." She said when she got a dirty look from a boy behind her.

I had a feeling I was going to be getting a lot of preferential treatment from Rogue, on account of my not being terrified of her, and being the only one willing to room with her. I really liked her, so I decided to give her preferential treatment right back. I put my right hand over her gloved one on my left arm, and we waited in line like the best of friends. The blinding smile on her face was so worth it.

After we sat down at a table Rogue introduced me to her fellow students. I quickly found out that introductions always included a description of the individuals mutant powers, and most people had two names. One 'code name' and one regular name. I met 'Ice Man' or Bobby, who was Rogues boyfriend. And 'Pyro' Bobby's best friend, also known as St. John Allerdyce. 'Jubilee,' who I had met last night, aka Jubilation Lee. 'Shadowcat' or Kitty Pride. And 'Wolfsbane' aka Rahne Sinclair who was a shapeshifter who could turn into a wolf. That one threw me for a bit of a loop, and also reminded me unpleasantly of Nesado.

Then it was time for me to introduce myself. "I'm Liz Parker," I said putting down my sandwich for a moment. "I don't have a code name yet. Um, I'm a touch psychic I guess? My powers are kind of wonky right now, that's why I'm here."

"So, you can, like, see the future, and stuff?" asked Kitty enthusiastically.

"Not usually no. Very rarely I'll get a glimpse, but it's never of anything important." I said. "Like I'll touch something, a door, a piece of furniture somewhere public, and I'll see someone writing a grocery list a few days in the future, or someone sitting at a red light. It's really subjective, and rarely helpful. Usually when I get a vision, it's of the past or the present. It can be interesting, but it's mostly useless. I usually just see the seedy underbelly of humanity, and try to block it out."

Kitty looked crestfallen. "Like, that sucks." She said.

"Can you turn it off?" asked Rogue.

"I can control it to a certain extent, with meditation. I can go hours at a time without a vision, but it takes energy and concentration. If I'm tired, or distracted I can't control it. And I can never choose what kind of vision I get. Not who, or where, or when." I said.

Rogue looked sympathetic. "I can't control mine at all, but the Professor and Dr. Grey are trying to teach me meditation to help with it."

I nodded. "It'll take awhile, but it could really help you. It took years for me to get to this point, and a lot of hard work. I could give you some tips later if you want?" I asked. "Both of our powers center on touch, so maybe we can help each other?"

"I'd like that," Rogue said.

We all looked up as Ms. Monroe walked up to the table. "Liz, are you ready to see the Professor now?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. I got up and cleared my spot at the table. "Later guys." I said to my new acquaintances. I then followed Ms. Monroe down the hall to a set of huge wooden double doors.

"Come in, Storm." I heard an upper crust British voice come from within before Ms. Monroe even knocked on the door. She opened the door and showed me in.