*Two Months Later*

"What? But Professor, I'm not ready, I don't think-"

"You don't believe in yourself. You can do it. I have faith in you."

"Faith has nothing to do with the fact that I can't-"

"Felicity, whether or not you like it, this is required. And because you are more than ready, you have to start sessions. It's required of all students at your age."

"It's required? But I thought you said that if I wasn't ready, I didn't have to!" I protested, breathless from endless denies. "A month ago, you said specifically that I didn't have to attend any danger room sessions until I feel ready!"

He chuckled. "You are ready. You know it, too, you're just afraid that you will end up messing up and making a fool of yourself. Because this is you, I know that you will not. Just try your best. You better hurry, the session you are signed up for starts soon."

I sighed. "Fine. If I mess up, then all the blame falls on you."

He smiled. "And if you do well?"

"I take the glory."

"Of course."

I gave him a small smile before grabbing my bag, quickly making my way to the elevator. I haven't been downstairs very often, even though I've been at this school for two months already. It was a place only the teachers went, the Professor, and students wishing to participate in Danger Room sessions.

I guess the point of the Danger Room sessions were to stimulate on field action with your powers, without all of the real factors. You could get hurt in there, but death wasn't likely. Not like it would be in the real world.

As I waited in the elevator, I thought to myself quietly. Even now, I can barely control my power. I can heal easily, but it drains me. If someone gets hurt, that's basically all that I can do. Heal them. It's the main point of my power.

When I walked out of the elevator, I saw a group of students in front of the Danger Room metal door. Bobby was there, next to Rogue, and Kitty as well. That one guy who can turn his skin to metal to shield himself was also there, but I can never remember his name. All I know is that Logan likes to call him 'Tin Man'.

"Alright. Scott is busy today, so it'll be Logan and I leading this class," I heard Storm say as I walked to the group. "In a few minutes, the session will begin. In this session, the point is to get past all of the obstacles without getting caught by the guard light in the sky. It flies over the field, so be careful to not be in the light. You'll get it once you get in there. Any questions?"

"What kind of obstacles are there?" Bobby asked, looking at Storm with a tilted head.

Storm thought for a moment. "A mountain, a river, a few barbed wire fences, and the others are unclear."

Bobby nodded. "Alright."

Barbed wire fences. They hurt, but could be worse. Mountains might be a challenge for me, but I think I can manage. River? I can't swim. That could be an issue.

A loud beep came from the speaker above the metal door leading to the Danger Room. It had a more specific name, but we all just called it the Danger Room. Storm entered in a PIN code, and right after, the door slid open.

The air was thick, almost like smog in some sort of loud city. It was terrible to breathe in. The one person I knew that wouldn't mind it too much was Logan. He smokes, so this should be a piece of cake for him.

Storm looked up to the sky. It wasn't hard to see a beam of light coming from a corner of the stimulation. It was like a spotlight, only more intense. "There's the light. We need to get moving."

Rogue and Bobby, of course, teamed up with each other. It didn't surprise anybody. They've been a known 'thing' for at least since I've been here. It's a bit sad, though. Rogue's power is that she drains the power of mutants as she touches their skin to her own. That means no hand holding or touching for her and Bobby.

That would ruin a relationship, I would think. For me, it would.

"Felicity, come on! Stop daydreaming!" Storm shouted. Everybody was running towards some large rock cliff.

Quickly, I ran over to where they were. As I reached the rock face, I paused. It was hot in here, so my hands were already sweating. My grip would falter-

Logan grunted, already climbing up the rock. "Felicity! Climb, now!"

Looking behind me, I found that I was the last one on the ground. I sighed softly before gripping the rock, attempting to lift myself onto it. It was hard. No muscle mass doesn't really help in this sort of situation.

My hand slipped. I fell back onto the ground, right on my butt. "Great…"

"Felicity, come on, you have to climb!" Storm shouted impatiently from the top of the cliff. She and most of the other students already were on top.

"I can't!"

"Kid, you just have to try!" Logan rolled his eyes. Even from down here, I could see that. Was I really that annoying? It's not my fault I don't have any muscle to help myself up!

"I! Can't! Climb!"

"Try!"

Groaning, I gripped at a rock again and started my attempt to climb up. My arms ached. What's the point in these dumb Danger Room sessions, make fun of the people like me who can't lift their own body weight?

By halfway up the rock face, I could feel the beads of sweat that covered my forehead edging towards my eyes. Sweat in the eyes sting, so I quickly shook my head to get them out of the way. Even with that, a drop of sweat hit my eyes. I had to close them in order to keep going.

I felt a hand reach mine and help lift me up. "See? Not so bad, Kid." Logan.

After giving him a small smile, I got to my feet and brushed my hands together. The hand that he had touched felt a bit weird. That was probably his grip. He surely had muscles.

"Let's keep moving!"

Only minutes later, we came across an open field. There were some metal drones, rusted on the outside, but with good aim even still. The drones had one red light each on the front of their bodies, and two guns at their sides.

A drone rolled over to me, not a smooth ride. I squeaked in surprise and jumped back, trying to stay out of range of the guns. It didn't seem to see me, so it rolled off in another direction.

"Felicity, go help Trevor," Storm said in a loud voice. I looked over to see the boy, Trevor, on the ground. He had a large gash on his leg.

Making my way over to the boy quickly, I knelt down. "Hey…"

"H-Hi… Haven't seen you i-in here…." he mumbled, sounding dazed.

I shook my head. "I'm not here often." I moved my hand over his leg, inches above it. My power started to take control, moving his skin cells around to heal the wound from the outside-in. "Don't move for a few seconds."

"K-Kay…" He nodded.

There were a few drops of blood on his leg that I quickly wiped off with my hand, then rubbed my hand on my jeans. The blood evaporated as they hit my jeans, a special trick I learned.

A minute later, there was a larger drone in front of us. My eyes scanned it for any sign of organic material. None.

Great.

Trevor looked up at the drone, then his eyes turned red. It took me a second to realize what he was doing. He puckered his lips and spat in the drone's face. Acid spit was his mutation.

That also proves to be a problem with kissing, I would guess.

The drone started to spark as the acid ate away its armor. In mere seconds, the drone rusted away. The acid ate away most of the metal, and rusted the other parts.

"Good job," I complimented him as I got to my feet. He stood up, then started to run at another drone.

The Danger Room session ended with a loud bang. I ended up trying to heal Rogue. Big mistake on my part. After healing her/having her take my power for a few seconds, I wandered around feeling all whoozy.

Let's just say that I learned my lesson.

"So, how did you do, Felicity?"

"I did okay."

"See? I told you you'd do fine."

"... Shush."

The Professor only smiled.