so i got bored. and if anyone is reading my other fics, know that I will try to update them more now. sorry.

A cry of pain errupted from the woman who was laid out on the sterile white bed. She would be opening her eyes soon, awake from the slight coma she had had for the past twenty-four hours, and with a concussion that was sure to make her feel like her head had been, well, thrown against a wall. Perhaps that was because that was exactly what had happened.

"Her vital signs seem improved greatly. We should finally get some answers from her soon." Jean Grey looked above the charts in her hands at the man infront of her. His crystal blue eyes stared intently at the unconcious being that began to shift about infront of him. She had never seen a situation that the professor couldn't handle. This would be nothing different. Regardless of this mutant's mental blocks or not.

"Thank you, Jean. Now," he finally shifted his gaze up to her own, this time more gentel. "I wonder if you would mind summoning all of the x-men to my office. After I talk with Feline, I wish to discuss things over with you all."

Jean nodded, and taking this statement as a queue to leave, she exited the high-technololgy hospital wing.

"Urghhhh."

Feline groaned from the throbbing that pulsated in her head. she was too dizzy to open her eyes, but felt compelled to see what her surroundings were.

When she opened her right eye the earth swirled and she felt nausious. Her hands hastely clamped onto her head to steady the supposed spinning.

"Hello, Feline."

The smooth voice seemed like a booming echo for a moment, before it dulled into the normal tones of convorsation.

"Where-" her voice was entirely too raspy for normal. It was then that she felt her dry throat and looked around bashfully for a glass of water. To her left she found one ontop of a stainless steal table. Drinking the chilling liquid in three large gulps she felt her senses return with her throat. She remembered what had happened, what Magneto had proposed.

"Where am I, Xavior?" she now pointedly stared at the man.

"You are in the hospital wing of my institute for gifted youngsters. Do you remember what has happened?"

"Yes, but my head feels like its about to split in two." She growled lowly, massaging her temples.

"You have a concussion, Feline. It's quite impressive that you even remember what happened yesterday." Xavior smiled at the woman in obvious pain in an attempt for comfort. "I would, however, like to ask you a few questions. If you are well enough, that is."

"Fire at will."

The story was simple enough. She told him almost everything that there was to tell. Sabretooth had ambushed her while she was slightly intoxicated, Magneto was about to deliver the ultimatum of joining his acolytes or dieing, and then the X-men stepped in.

Of course, when asked if she would care to stay with the X-men and perhaps develope her skills, she said yes. And perhaps if asked later to officially join the x-men, she would whole-heartedly accept.

In reality she would never choose a side in this war. She despised the thought of it, in honest fact. She looked towards the war in an almost lose-lose situation. If Magneto won this war, then a blood bath would become daily rituals, and if being the case of an X-men, they would be hearded together like the human cattle. If the X-men were to win, perhaps ultimately the humans would be ungrateful little fools and still continue to wage this warefare on the mutants.

But now Feline was thrown into the middle of things, as officially she became a part in both acolytes and x-men. It was a terrible risk, one that she honestly wouldn't have taken if given a choice to back out, but who honestly believed that Magneto would have just let her walk away had she said no. Perhaps, though, being on Magneto's side had some sort of advantage. At least, Pyro seemed to think so.

So now she sat in a rather comfortable chair in a nicely sized office. Had it been any normal day or office she would fill quite comfortable here. However, this was the office that was filled with the X-men, and this seemed to be her judgement day.

"Storm, Jean, Scott, I do believe you have already been aquainted with Raven Demile? For the rest of you, however, let me introduce you to Feline, who will be staying with us for the time being." Xavior, though infinitely intelligently and gifted, apparently missed the different emotions flowing throughout the room currently. regardless though, he continued. " Feline," he turned to the stiffened woman. "Allow me to introduce you to the other members of the X-men which you have yet to meet."

Nightcrawler seemed to be the only truely accepting member in the group. Both Bobby and Rogue had never met Feline, but through Pyro had heard enough of how close they were. This, of course, rose their suspicious natures. Storm had always been welcoming enough to her, but Jean Grey, on the other hand, was never one to easily trust someone. So Scott would invariably choose to trail behind Jean.

Wolverine. Logan was his real name. She looked appraisingly at him, as he did the same. Feline had to admit that she was impressed with what she saw.

He looked older than her, that was deffinite, but his muscley build and feral appearance was heavily attractive. He held a fierce nature in his expression, while his eyes seemed to pierce through her own when they made contact. She was unsure if he approved of her or not, but she was hoping that he did.

"Logan, perhaps you could show Miss Demile where she will be staying?" Xavior's voice cut through their reveries and she looked away from him in a rush. Grudgingly the man nodded and turned to leave the office.

"Follow me."

The walk was quiet. Neither seemed ready to leave their own thoughts when suddenly Logan came to an abrupt stop infront of a door.

"This is your room. Dinner's at seven. And you'll have a danger room session afterwards to see exactly what you can do."

"I look forward to it."

He smirked and turned to leave, as if in on some joke that she was entirely unaware of.

"So do I."

She ate lightly. She had heard of what the danger room was from Pyro, but that didnt tell her what to really expect. Walking away from the dining area, a blue hand on her shoulder stopped her from where she was going.

"Are you veady to go to ze Danger Room?" Nightcrawler asked her once she turned.

"Yes, thanks, Kurt." He merely grinned and bowed his head.

"Vell, hold on tight." He embrassed her and she tensed immessurably.

"Wha-?"

They disappeared with a puff of brimstone smoke.

When they popped back into existance, Feline was heavily dissoriented. She swayed for a moment after Kurt had released her and backed away.

"Welcome to the Danger Room, Raven." The voice of Xavior was coming from some sort of PA system. around her the room was round and impecibly high-tech looking. white and stainless steal components made up its existance. Kurt and her were not the only ones in the room.

"Ready to see what ya got, kid?" The wolverine barked off patronizingly.

"I Hate it soooo much when people patronize me."

A shiver flitted down her spine as she let the feline in her body take control. opening her now yellowy eyes and flexing her claws, she moved into an attack stance.

"Dont.Call. Me. Kid."

Wolverine's claws unsheethed with a metalic 'shing'.

Feline barely heard Xavior on the intercom.

"Go."