When I finaly came to, I was sitting in a dark space. It was small, but well accomodated, cosy.

The snow had melted from my face, but was still damp on my cloak.

I blinked a few times to let my eyes adjust and looked around.

Standing, I used my gloved hands to feel around the walls and the couch I'd been sitting on. My hands reached and I felt warmth.

Both my hands scrambled along the warmth, until the warmth breathed.

I gasped, and pulled my hands away abruptly. The warmth breathed out again and grunted a little."Logan..." I breathed.

I cautiously layed my hands back to hiss chest, and felt his warmth seep through his clothes and my gloves. I leaned down and breathed in, his husky scent sending chills down my spine.

Then, the whole room shook, and I grabbed the nearest piece of furniture. My breathing eradicated, and I became very nervous, my heart pounding and limbs quivering.

I took a few deep breaths and listened closely for a moment. I could hear the sound of an engine, slowly coming to a stop, and footsteps echoing down a small corridor.

I backed away from Logan's unconscious body as the room's doors opened with a 'swooshing' sound.

"Come on. We're here." The dark skinned woman offered me her hand. I shyied away.

"Here? Where's here." My voice was protected.

"Safe." She smiled.

She had a kind smile, a warm, motherly smile. I felt myself easing into security. "My name is Aurora, but they call me Storm. I can control the weather."

"Rogue." I said. "And I don't know what I do. I touch people and they get hurt." My eyes dropped to the floor, but I stepped towards her.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I took her hand and she led me out of the aircraft we were in.

Our footseps echoed through the hangar, her heels clicking, and my flats shuffling, sounding as insecure as I felt.

"Hello Marie." I looked arounf for the face to the voice, but it seemed as if it echoed inside my head.

"What?" I said aloud.

"Pardon, Sweetie?" Storm looked to me.

"The voice...?" My eeys darted to every corner we passed, and Aurora laid a calmming hand on my jittery shoulder.

"Thats the Professor. We'll meet him in a bit."

She led me down a corridor that looked a lot like a school's dorm room, and I could hear the interaction of groups of children, it sounded like, from alot of the grander doors that we passed.

"What is this palce?" I asked her.

"A school; for kids like you." Her eyes shone.

"There's that many of us?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"You didn't think you were the only kid with a secret? Theres many children from all around the world, who are jujst as scared and inexpreienced as you are. Here, we try to teach you to use your gifts." The voice inflitrated my thoughts again, and Distracted me from walking.

I bumped into a young boy who was making his way down the hall, opposite the way I was going.

"Sorry.." We both mumbled.

I noticed the boy smelled cold, but he'd felt very warm. I shook my head confused, and Storm pulled me gently into a vacant dorm.

"You'll be staying here while you're with us. Your bag is here, and The shower is just there." She pointed to the things she named. "The Professor would like to see you shortly, so I'll give you a while to ready yourself." She smiled and backed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

I quickly found myself in the shower, letting the warm water seemingly take away all my issues for the time being.

I stepped out and dressed quickly, in my jeans and favourite hoodie. I tied a scarf around my neck quickly, pulled on my snug gloves and pranced to my door.

I opened it, and Storm was already waiting for me, with the man with the red glasses and a red-headed woman, who clutched tightly to Red-Glasses' hand.

"Rogue, this is Scott Summers adn Dr. Jean Grey."

"Nice to meet you." I nodded, not wanting to make physical contact.

"The Professor has been expecting you." Dr. Grey said.

"He's talked to me already... How can he?" I looked her in the eye.

"He's a telepath. He uses his mind to control things, like me." She fortified her explanation by playing with the zipper on my hoodie, by just looking at it.

Scott smiled, and I giggled at her expo of talents.

"What about you?" I turned to Scott. "What's with the glasses?"

"Well," he chuckled. "I shoot lasers from my eyes. These glasses, " he said, tapping the red-tinted lenses." are the only things that will stop the lasers from shooting out of my eyeballs and destroying everything in their path. And I can see." He smiled, creating an unreasonably large dimple in his cheek, making my heart stutter. He was dashingly good looking. I wondered what colour his eyes were.

The trio led me through a doorway into a very organized office. "Hello, Rogue."

The voice from my mind was no longer in my head. I followed the sound to it's source to where I found an older man, completely bald, in a silver suit.

He also had very kind eyes, and an inviting smile.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you . I, am Professor Xavier, and this is my school for gifted youngsters; such as yourself." I heard a whir as he moved from the back of her desk around the front, and I sawas to why he was so short.

The man was in a wheel-chair, a very hightech, posh-looking electronic chair, with 'x' s as the spokes shape.

I wondered why, but before I could ask, Professor X said " We call our selves X-Men." He placed an emphasis on the 'X' , answering my mental question.

"Oh." I murmered. "It's great to finally meet you too , Sir."

"So Rogue, tell me." He rolled up to me. "What is it that brought you to us?"

"Well, I was travelling with-" I gasped. "LOGAN! Where's Logan?"

"Logan is just fine, he's in the hospital-wing. You came-to in the plane, so we saw no need for further medical attention." He smiled. "What we'd like, is for you to join the rest of the students." Scott nodded in agreement.

"Join them...?" I asked hesitantly and looked to Storm.

"Yes. At school, like a normal teenager." A pile of books floated over to me and I caught them in my arms. Your first class is here with me, Physics."

"Alright..." I smiled as the others left, making room for a small congregation of other children my age, along with the cold-smelling boy.

"Come." Said Professor Xavier, as he whirred to back behind his desk, and I seated myself infront of him.

"Welcome," He began." to University level Physics."

I heard a few children graon, but that made him smile all the more, and continue his lesson.