"Hey, Paige." Scott said tossing an old basket ball from one hand to the other. "Are you doing alright? Did you see Dr. McCoy?"

She shook her head. "Never heard of him. I'll go see him later. Right now I need to stretch out a bit. It feels like I've been sleeping in a box all day." She looked around and saw how bright it was. "What time is it?"

Scott lifted his watch to his face. "About three o'clock. You've been out for about two hours." He tossed her the ball. "You wanna join the class for the day. Be a good workout. Go ahead, we have some spare gym clothes in the locker rooms."

She agreed and tossed the ball back to him. She ran into the locker room and came out wearing shorts that were too loose and a top that was a little too tight. She wished then that they had a wider variety of clothes. The guys began to hoot at her, well, all except John who was beginning to get a bit jealous.

A young blonde boy elbowed John. "Dude, check her out." He licked his lips at her sight. "Now that is what I call fine."

John gritted his teeth tightly. "Cut it out Sam."

"We have one conversation and you think I'm your property?" Paige shouted. John was impressed at how far she was and how she could hear him. She took no notice and walked to the two of them. She extended her hand towards Sam. "I'm Paige."

Sam shook her hand was a bit too awestricken to say anything. Paige grew a worried look on her face. "Ok then…"

Scott shouted "Everyone huddle up." They all ran towards him. "Today it's basketball. No powers. We keep it simple John, captain, Sam, you too."

John and Sam walked up to the front of the class. "I pick Paige." John announced. This put Paige in shock. He hadn't even seen her play before. She could tell that he didn't pick her out of her talent.

"Alright" Sam said. When everyone got picked the game started. Paige sat in the corner and watched for about the first five minutes.

"Paige!" John shouted. "We need you in the game."

She shrugged. She ran and stole the ball from someone of the other team. She ran to the opposite team and threw the ball into the net. Everyone watched her throw the ball into the net with such ease. What was even more exceptional was that Rahne made the exact same shot about two minutes ago.

She looked around the room at the dozens of eyes looking at her. "Sorry?"



"No." Scott said "It's alright. It's no problem." He whistled and started the game again.

After she began to play John's team won by a landslide. Twenty-nine to six. All the members of her team gave her hive fives as they left for the locker rooms. When she got out John ran up to catch her.

"So… Have you gotten any time to think about my proposition?"

"Yeah. I've decided to accept."

"Sweet. So how about now?"

"Now? I'm guessing that was your last class." He nodded. "Sorry. I first have to find Kurt and a Dr. McCoy. Maybe in a few hours."

"Alright. I'll take you to McCoy's."

They walked into the building and got to the third floor. "Damn, it's been a while since I've been to his office. If I remember correctly it's right here." He opened a door to reveal Hank and Kurt.

"Ah. You must be Paige." The tall muscular blue man said. "You've gotten here right on time. We need to do a few studies. I requested that the professor bring his presence to us." They heard the movement of a wheelchair in the hall. "Ah there he is."

A man in a wheelchair showed himself. "I presume you to be Paige."

"Um. Yes. What kind of studies do you need me for?"

"We are going to see what exactly is the cause of the panic attacks you've been experiencing. We believe that the professor might have accidentally caused the attacks."

"Ok. So how are we going to do this?"

"Take a seat." She did so and waited. "I'm going to ask you questions and we'll have Charles read you mind. Very simple. Ok, first what is your favorite movie?"

"The Breakfast Club." Charles answered.

"Song?"

"My Sweet Time."

"Color?"

"Red."

They looked at Paige. "Well that wasn't it."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Charles said. "Hank we need to do the second experiment."



"I assume that you and John are acquainted to an extent." She nodded. "Ok then. John will you take a seat next to Paige?" He sat down. "Please hold her hand." Paige lifted her eyebrows in curiosity. "Ok Paige. This is the part that we think may end up being somewhat painful."

She nodded and grabbed John's hand.

PAIGE. The voice said. CAN YOU HEAR ME?

She began to scream. The voice sounded so loud but she couldn't stop it.

FOCUS. YOU MUST CONTROL IT. I AM ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU.

She began to cough. Xavier stopped as Paige collapsed on the floor. Luckily he stopped before the coughing became serious. She grabbed her head and tried to focus her head.

"Are you alright?" John asked. She simply nodded her head.

She picked up her body, but then fell over using John as support.

"Paige, vhy don't you go find yourself your room. I believe you are staying with Rogue. John vill be able to show you the vay."

John slung Paige's arm around his neck and lead her away. When they left, the men were left to talk.

"Hank." Kurt said. "I think we need to do some other tests on Paige. Physical ones."

"Why do you say that."

"Vell on the days she didn't realize that I vas avake, I noticed that she had a lot of dark bruises on the higher parts of her legs. Plus she told me that she had no health care."

"So you think she may have an STD? I do find it possible with what you've given me. I'll be sure to make sure to do some more tests the next time.