AN- Last time I updated my story it received 47 hits and I only have 6 reviews. Am I the only one, or does this not add up??? Reviews keep me writing people! They are also very much appreciated! So please, please, PLEASE review! Phew... now that THAT'S over with, I can continue with chapter 4...

20/7/09- updated and improved version-read and review please! :D

The girl slowly awoke to a gentle swaying motion. She could barely keep her eyes open because she was so weak from hunger and exhaustion. She could feel the sun on her face, warming her. The swaying motion continues, and she realises that she is being carried. The arms around her are strong and warm, yet hold her gently as if she was a kitten. The person carrying her is even careful not to jostle her fractured wrist, which was beginning to ache. For the first time in days, she feels safe, and the swaying motion gently rocks her back to sleep.

This time it is the murmur of low voices that wakes the girl, she is still being carried, but she now guesses that she is inside because she can no longer feel the sun on her face.

"Oh good, you found her Logan," said a familiar female voice, "we were getting worried."

"Where was she?" asked a second voice, this one male, and sounding distinctly annoyed.

"A couple of miles into the woods, she was passed out on the ground. I nearly had to fight a pack of wolves for her too." This voice, gruff and male, belonged to the man carrying her. He smelled like cigars and beer. The other man snorted at the last comment.

"I'm pretty surprised you didn't find her one-eye," the man carrying her continued, "you were out there looking for her, for what, five hours? And it's taken me...oh, 45 minutes?" He sounded cocky and sure of himself.

Before the other man could retort, the woman interrupted them.

"Well, the main thing is you found her; I don't think she would have lasted much longer out there in her condition." The woman's voice again. "Now, stop bickering and take her down to the med lab..."

The voices faded as the girl drifted back into unconsciousness.

The next time the girl awoke, she felt very different. She no longer felt exhausted or thirsty or weak. But she still felt hungry and terribly frightened. She opened her eyes and sighed, she was back inside the same medical room, lying on the same table but this time someone had covered her in a warm blanket. Slowly this time and minding her sore arm, she pulled herself into a seated position and stood up. This was obviously a big mistake as she clutched her head in her hands, and leaned against the table for support.

"It's good to see that you're awake," said a bald man in a wheelchair as he entered the room. "My name is Professor Xavier and this is a safe place for mutants, you don't have to feel scared here."

The girl flinched when the man spoke but she did not reply. Behind the Professor, the woman with red hair entered with a tray of food. It smelled great but the girl refused to look at it. She suspected that there was something in it, to calm her down or put her back to sleep, she wasn't sure how, but she could smell it in the food.

"I'm Dr Jean Grey," said the woman, "I expect you're feeling pretty hungry." She indicated towards the tray of food.

The girl looked at the tray but refused to eat it, she wasn't sure if she could trust these people. They kept saying that they were mutants and that she was too, but it couldn't possibly be true. She wasn't a mutant. Was she?

"I know you don't remember your past or what your name is but I hope that's something I can help you with," said the Professor.

The girl gasped, how could he have known that?

I'm a mutant too. This voice came from inside her head. I have a telepathic ability; I can read people's thoughts. I hope that you will allow me to help you.

It was the Professor, it had to be! The voice sounded just like him. She bit her lip, mulling over the implications of him actually being a mutant. Did this mean she was one too?

Seeing she didn't want to eat, the Professor frowned but indicated towards the door behind him, "Why don't we go upstairs and we can show you to your room?" The girl still didn't trust him but she would use any excuse to get out of the medical room, it gave her the creeps. The three of them walked out of the medical room and used the elevator to go to the upper levels of the building. The girl stood as far away from the two adults as she could, keeping her head down. When they exited the elevator, the Professor led them down a hallway, the girl reluctantly following. She could see outside through the windows they walked past on one side of the hallway. She looked at the two adults again, maybe if she distracted them she could try to escape again. And this time she would not be caught. There was no way she was going back into that medical room.

The Professor stopped in front of one of the doors, "This will be your room, you're roommate should finish her class soon." Dr Jean Grey opened the door and led the girl inside. It contained two beds on opposite sides of the room, nightstands, a wardrobe and a dressing table which was already cluttered with one girl's things. The girl wrapped her arms around herself and sat down on the empty bed, staring stonily at the floor. She wished they would leave her alone for a minute, and then she could get out through the window.

"Ah, here's your roommate now," said the Professor, "this is Rebecca."

AN- 20/7/09- As soon as I'm done updating I promise I'll put up a new chapter! Why don't you review and tell me what you think of the improved chapters? :D