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She felt ridiculous in the skin tight dark purple uniform they had given her along with her thigh high black combat boots. She didn't want to offend anyone, but what school's uniforms looked like they could double as bizarre club wear? They had told her to meet them in the Danger Room, that room with the giant death trap, but so far she had no luck in finding the damn thing. "This would have been so much easier if I had just pretended I was sick today or fainted or faked my death, but no, I just had to get up." She seemed to have had no trouble finding it on her first day there, but now it seemed like the giant room had just disappeared.

Finally, she found the large metal door again and pulled it open with no problem to find her fellow teammates already lined up and ready to go.

"Umm…Hello?" she called to the hulking man leading the session.

He…growled at her. Did he seriously just growl at her? "Sinister…"

She ignored the urge to ask him; so hey, you're friends with my daddy? A lot of people seem to know him, but anyways…

"Since you're new here, I'll let ya go with a warning, bub, but if it happens again…"

She wondered what would happen if it happened again, but actually really didn't want to find out.

"Let's see what you've got." He called to the others to stop their training exercises to come see the new girl's initiation test.

"Um…Mr. Wolverine…if I may call you that, I don't really think this is a good idea because you see, I don't even know what my powers are and-

He didn't seem to be listening, "Just go out there kid, you think too much."

Wow, and to think that she had thought that thinking was essential for decision making all this time… She started off at the first end of the massive room and was supposed to fight her way across to get to the other side. The others were watching her and cheering her on from the sidelines. She heard cries of "GO CLAUDINE!" but ignored them. She was pretty much certain that she was going to die. She braced herself for the go signal and tried to calm herself down. She had always had test anxiety, especially when she had almost gotten killed by this 'test' before.

"And…GO!" yelled Wolverine. She started out by sprinting towards the little red flag at a new speed which she had never been able to reach without her powers. "Nothing so far." She got about halfway across the room before the dreaded metallic arm came bursting out of the floor. She shrieked as it came right at her, "You are not getting me this time!" She grabbed the base and ripped it out of the floor with surprising strength. She heard the rest of them cheering and was about to curtsy when she heard the whirring of more gears, which inevitably meant more death machines…

She narrowly dodged a Frisbee with built in metal blades, cursing at the room and her life in general on the way there. "Are you happy now, room? Are you happy now! You nearly chopped off my head, you big metal trash heap!" She gulped as she heard more gears coming to life. "Nice room…"

A red laser shot at her, not from Cyclops, and hit her head-on. She stumbled back and felt the sticky blood pooling on her arm, healing the cut simultaneously. She silently thanked Sinister for giving her this healing factor and kicked in the laser beam. She was slid for the finish and hit the switch to turn off the room. "Hey, I didn't die!"

Jean ran over to congratulate her, "Nice first run!" She was about to reply when the Wolverine cut in, "Sloppy, but effective, I guess." She took that as a compliment in a backhanded sort of way, but still a compliment. Scott backed off from praising her like the others and just stood with his back against the wall the whole time. Figures…

So, she left the Danger Room with some of her dignity intact, even though she didn't know the full extent of her powers. The next few weeks went pretty much smoothly, the same run-throughs and sessions. Jean had been instructed to keep a close eye on Claudine, seeing as her powers were steadily increasing and she sort of became a maternal figure to her. Even though, she hadn't really made many close friends yet, Claudine seemed to fit well into the everyday routines and dynamic of the X-Men. She fought with them in several battles against the Brotherhood, earned herself a spot on Wolverine's most hated students list, and even began helping Hank out in the lab. She also has one very awkward talk with Scott, "So…you're from Nebraska…that's one of the square states, right?" "Yup." "You seem like you would be from there." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing, nothing at all." "Where are you from then?" "London, 1800's. It was pretty chill, I guess once you get used to the whole no sanitation thing, so…"

Unfortunately, she had just started to enjoy having her own room, seeing as there was pretty much no privacy in the mansion, when she got her new roommate.

"Claud, there's someone the Professor says he wants you to meet!" called up Jean to Claudine, who was busy doing homework while chatting with Kitty about how cute Jean and Scott were together.

"Coming, Mrs. Summers!" she yelled back , making Kitty giggle.

"What?" said Jean to herself and partially to the new arrival. Apparently she was Wolverine's clone or something, and based on how she knew Claudine and Wolverine got along, she was very interested as to how this would go.

Claudine ran down the stairs, feeling a mixture of hope, anxiety, and annoyance. She swore if her new roommate snored, she would kill them in their sleep, but that was beside the point.

"Hello, I'm Claudine, and I guess you're going to be sharing a room with me," she said nervously to the girl standing in front of her with black hair like hers and slightly tanned skin. She stuck out her hand to shake hands and the girl growled at her. "Oh no, did I scare her?" Claudine had been debating on whether or not she should put on her image inducer for the arrival of the new student or not.

"I'm X-23, but you can call me Laura," she snarled back.

She tried to help her with her bag, but earned a glare and an "I can get it myself" from Laura. She sighed to Jean, "Looks like my new roommate doesn't like me very much."

"She'll warm up to you," assured Jean shakily, "You know how it is on the first day. By the way, the Professor made sure her schedule is the same as yours so you can show her the ropes."

Claudine just nodded and went up to show her guest around the mansion, which she still got lost in from time to time. She was about to tell Laura that she would just clean her stuff out of Laura's drawer's to make room, but came in to see her stuff scattered about the room.

"I see you've made yourself at home," said Claudine, trying to keep the bitterness out of her tone, and forced a smile, "So, what are you in for?"

Laura unsheathed her claws. They were like Wolverine's, but there were two on each hand and one coming out of each foot, "I'm Logan's clone."

Claudine simply nodded, not seeing that coming, but now making sense out of Laura's attitude towards her. She proceeded to give her a tour around the mansion, showing her the Danger Room, the X-Jet, and Cerebro. Laura didn't talk much, but that was fine with her; less work.

It was an awkward night for Claudine to say the least. Hell, she was half expecting to wake up with an adamantium claw through her stomach. It was times like these that she was grateful that Sinister gave her a healing factor. She had been unfortunately instructed to help Laura around the school in the morning and had the difficult job of waking her up from her restless slumber.

Claudine flinched as she tried to shake Laura awake, "Hello? It's morning time. Wake up Sleeping Beauty." She slapped her forehead after the fifth time of trying to get her awake the polite way. "No more Mr. Nice Guy…or would it be Ms. Nice Girl? Oh wait that would be Jean." She braced herself and screamed loudly, "You're going to make us late!" Sure enough, Laura jumped up with a snarl and tackled her down to the floor, managing to slash her arm open.

"Oh great, now I'm going to get blood all over the carpet," she whined to her roommate.

"Sorry," Lauren replied with an utter sense of carelessness, "I don't like to be woken up." The two managed to get to the van with no more incidents. There was little talk also. They got to school just on time, Kurt with his Burger Bomb and Kitty with the grimace of distaste on her face that she always had when she saw someone eating meat.

Laura was instructed to sit next to her in every class, yes, every class. It was enough to drive her mad, but she sucked it up, like a good teammate. In every class Laura was soooo annoying though. It was like she didn't even care about learning, the most precious thing in the world, the one thing that nobody, not even Sinister could take away, instead Laura proceeded to tap the desk, her feet, fling pencils across the room and every other annoying thing in the book.

Finally Claudine snapped, "What are you doing?" she hissed in a whisper. Laura shrugged. It was infuriating. "Now you're just trying to get me to lose it."

"Maybe, you wouldn't be so uptight if you didn't obsess over every little thing. It's borderline personality disorder."

"At least I can actually spell personality disorder. Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate with you sitting next to me?"

Claudine heard the teacher clearing her throat and turned back around. "Excuse me girls, was I interrupting something?"

"No, I'm very sorry," replied Claud as Laura simultaneously spat out, "yeah." The teacher turned back around to resume the lesson.

Again, Laura began to tap her foot. "Can you please, please, please stop?" whispered Claudine, exasperated.

Laura continued to tap her foot.

"Please?"

"You have to lighten up."

"Stop it."

"Make me."

"Maybe I will."

"Girls!" yelled Mrs. Finch, "If you can't sort out your problems here, go to the principal's office!"