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Victor left me in the kitchen, alone with my thoughts. My horribly regretful thoughts. I was no longer hungry. I felt like I had betrayed myself somehow. I was ashamed that Victor was able to so easily manipulate my body. I pulled my legs up to my chest and hid my face in my hands. Was he really my mate?

"Miss Hawthorne?"

I looked up as the smooth, cultured voice hit my ears. I went wide eyed. Standing in front of me was a man...ish. He was covered entirely with various blue furs. He was wearing a very sleek three piece suit.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright my dear?"

I blinked a few times, not sure who he was. He seemed to understand my hesitation.

"I am sorry, where are my manors? I am Doctor Hank McCoy."

Realization hit me hard. This was the man who was going to be teaching me.

"Oh, I'm sorry Dr. McCoy. I didn't..."

"It's no trouble dear. But tell me, why are you on the floor?"

He crouched down, no doubt wrinkling his expensive suit.

"When I'm confused, I find that if I take a seat, a solution presents itself."

He smiled at me, and I was dementedly happy to see he had fangs like mine.

"It's not working today."

He nodded sympathetically at me. Then he turned on his heel and sat down right next to me. I was surprised, to say the least.

"It is hard being a mutant. It's even harder being feral. Usually mutation only presents itself with one indicator. Such as the ability to control fire. But with us, we have more. Heightened senses, increased libido's, aggression. And that's just scratching the surface."

I smiled at him. He was intelligent, well spoken, and successful. He was everything I could ever hope to be.

"I know we have only just met, but would you like to tell what exactly has you on the floor searching for answers?"

When I didn't answer, he gently patted my out stretched leg.

"This may be forward of me, but Charles has spoken with me about your issues with mating. From there I can only assume, since you smell of Victor Creed, that they are related."

"Every feminist bone in my body is screaming at the thought of belonging so wholly to a man. And then there is this baser side of me, that wants nothing more than to drop to all fours whenever they are around."

Hank chuckled.

"Roslyn, I am older than I care to say, and I still have trouble when I come across a beautiful woman."

I nodded.

"Tell me everything."

He smiled at me and nodded.

"In time my dear. I fear I am rather pressed for time at the moment."

I sighed. I could wait.

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Have you ever been to a Congressional Meeting?"

Four hours later, I was walking through the halls of the White House. A strange concoction of fear and excitement coursed through me. When Hank asked me to come along as his assistant, I was skeptical. But I agreed, and now here I was. Thoroughly uncomfortable in my formal attire. Black tight pencil skirt, crisp white Victoria's Secret dress shirt, black stiletto's.

Hank put an arm out and stopped me.

"What's the plan?"

Hank reached up and pulled my garnet hair from the neat bun Jean had arranged.

"What are you doing?"

"Politics is a very dirty dance. And if you want to make it, you must learn to either tango, or get off the floor."

He shook my hair out some and then nodded.

"Listen closely, make eye contact, and show no fear."

I nodded. Hank started to turn away, but then turned around again.

"You looked lovely with your hair up, but that room is full of men who would, and can chew lovely woman up and spit them out. With your hair down, your more of a distraction."

"Your using me as a distraction?"

"It's merely a tactic."

"Alright. What else do you want me to do?"

"Cross and uncross your legs often. Smile when I say something witty. Be coy and captivating, without ever saying a word."

"Alright."

He smiled at me again and then we were in. Hank put a hand at the small of my stiff back and escorted me through the room. He pulled out my chair and I sat. I was so out of my league.

Men began filtering in the room, all of them older, and in expensive suits. I felt my heart rate quicken.

Everyone took a seat, and then everyone stood up. Hank placed an arm under my arm and had me rise as well. If I didn't have the presence of mind, my jaw would have dropped. Through the door walked the president of the United States.

Hank chuckled. He must have smelled my excitement, and fear.

Everyone was seated and the circus began...

3 Hours Later

"Mr. President, you must see the reason!"

I had been listening to this kind of talk for almost three hours now. All these men wanted mutants to be registered. Some even wanted to place chips under our skin, like they do for dogs. They would be able to find us whenever they wanted. It was ludicrous.

"Frank, this is not reason. The mutant community will see this as a declaration of war on them."

Everyone turned to look at Hank.

"Are you saying they have been plotting to wage a war against us?"

"I said nothing of the sort Frank. I said they will take it as an act of war against them. How else could they take it? You think the country is angry about big brother now? Wait until they hear about what you want to do to the mutant population."

"Regular people don't care what we do to them. They only want to feel safe."

I felt my hackles rising. I was finding it hard to keep quiet.

"What about us?"

Everybody turned to look at me.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Roslyn Hawthorne. I'm a mutant."

Everyone started talking at once. Men were getting red faced. Finally, a clear voice rang out above the others.

"Gentlemen! I would like to hear what Miss Hawthorne has to say."

The men went quiet instantly. I swallowed nervously. The president of the United States was looking at me now. He had a small smile on his lips.

"Please continue Miss Hawthorne."

I licked my lips.

"Don't we deserve to be safe? Don't I?"

Some of the men shook their heads, almost sadly.

"I'm not a terrorist, or a freedom fighter, or any of those things. And from what I've learned in this room, only a small fraction of my community is. Actually I only ever heard of one group. The Brotherhood. So why are we as an entire people being punished for the acts of a few?"

Now I had some nods of agreement. It gave me courage to keep going.

"I was in my last year of High School before I was kicked out by a predigest principal. His reasoning? He didn't want a monster in his school. I can assure you gentlemen that I am not a monster. I am simply a leap forward in evolution."

"What would you do Miss Hawthorne?"

"I would educate the public, Mr. President. Hold workshops for teachers, so they can teach tolerance in the schools. Re-vamp and push the laws we already have on racism, segregation, hate crimes. Show the mutant population you care and understand their plight."

"What exactly would say their plight is?"

Now all eyes were on me. My heart gave a nervous flutter. I can do this, I can do this. Why the hell did I say anything? I'm making myself look like a dumbass, and Hank too! Oh fuck!

"We're afraid."

"Afraid of what Miss Hawthorne?"

"You."

I saw the collective looks of astonishment on their faces.

"Your afraid of us!"

This was from a fat, balding man in the corner.

"Why shouldn't we be? Look what you were just suggesting. Force implant chips under our skin. Make us surrender all of our privacy. What part of that isn't terrifying? And what part of that isn't familiar?"

There was a hush throughout the room. It was now on everyone's mind, but nobody was saying it.

A young, dim witted assistant apparently didn't get it.

"How is this familiar?"

"The persecution of the Jewish peoples during world War 2."

The president ran his hand over his fading looks. He must have been handsome once.

"I think Doctor McCoy, and Miss Hawthorne have given us enough to think about gentlemen. As of right now, the registration act is off the table. I want to continue this discussion next week Dr. McCoy."

Hank nodded his head, smiling.

All the men began to get up. Everyone but me, Hank, and the President that is. When the room was empty, the President let out a long sigh.

"If I move forward with this new Pro-Mutant agenda, can you guarantee the support of the mutant community?"

"I would be a fool to think I could sway the entire mutant community Mr. President. I can guarantee the support of myself, Charles Xavior and the X-Men. Along with the Governor of New York, California, Michigan, and Ohio."

"That's a start."

"It is, Mr. President."

He nodded his head. I felt bad for the man, it looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Call my secretary Hank, we'll meet again sometime next week to discuss our new teaching tolerance program."

My eyes got wide, and my mouth fell open.

"Bring Miss Hawthorne."

With that he got up and left the room. I turned to Hank. He seemed as stunned as I was.

"Roslyn, do you have any idea what you've just done?"

I shook my head.

"You just convinced the President of the United States to not only remove the registration act, but to implement a mutant tolerance program."

I blinked rapidly, not sure what to say. All I could keep thinking was how? All I did was say what was on my mind.

"I.."

Hank let out a joyous laugh, as he clapped his hands together.

"Come, we have to get back to the school. I believe a celebration is in order."

I nodded, once again lacking something intelligent to say.

2 hours later, the Xavier Institute.

"You should have seen her Charles! Never have I been witness to such a show! She was magnificent."

I was still in semi-shock. Charles, Hank, Jean, Scott and Ororo were all talking excitedly in the corner of the den. I was curled up in a leather chair, staring into the fire.

"You okay kid?"

I smiled softly, the concern Logan had for me was etched in his scent, in his words.

"Considering the day I've had, yeah."

Logan pulled up a nearby chair so close our knees were touching.

"Heard ya met the president."

"Yeah I met him."

"You don't sound to excited kid."

"I'm not. I stood up in front of my president and tried to make him see our side of things."

"Hank said he did."

"Hank's right. But now he wants me to go with Hank and help out with this mutant tolerance program."

Logan's brow lifted in surprise.

"I haven't even graduated from high school! I can't do this."

Logan leaned forward and patted my leg.

"You don't gotta do nothin you don't want to."

"The President of the United States of America asked for me to be there Logan. I'm not about to say no."

Logan grinned at me, but didn't move his hand.

"Yer smart Rose, and old blue butt over there will be with ya. You'll do fine."

I smirked at the blue butt comment, and then made a face. Logan snorted in amusement.

"Thanks for that mental image Logan. I may be scarred for life."

Now Logan was laughing hard, and I was struggling not to bust a gut as well. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself.

Logan noticed and I watched his eyes grow darker. His scent changed, and I had a few seconds to register he was about to do something stupid. Logan leaned forward and caught my lips in his. My hands flew up and tried to push him away. Logan pulled out of the kiss, leaving me shocked. He got up and left the room, cursing quietly under his breath.

I blinked a few times, trying to understand. Logan didn't effect me the same way Victor did. Victor drove me crazy, his scent, his touch. Everything. But Logan. Logan was more subtle. His company was pleasant, he was a looker, and he wasn't a bad kisser.

I shook my head of these thoughts. I had too much going on at once. Victor, Logan, Hank, the president, mutant rights. If I could get headaches, I'm sure I would have one. Scratch that, I would have a migraine. One that left me bleeding at the ears.

Since no one seemed to notice the scene Logan and I just had, I decided it was best to go to bed before anything else could happen. I got up and left the room. It was late, and most everyone was asleep in their rooms. Three floors up, first door on the left. I scanned my key, ready for a peaceful night of rest.

A soft rumble tickled across my skin, raising goosebumps. So much for my peaceful night of sleep.