Waking up to the sun shining in her eyes Kristy groaned to the sun itself almost begging, "Let me sleep in a little more, please." She rolled to her side; this caused her to grimace in pain as her foot made it known to the rest of her body. The ache in her extremity made her wake up in an almost sour mood.

She groaned and cringed as she walked to her crutches Kurt had must of placed back into her room, when the rest of the team cleaned up. She hurried her aching feet to the pair of wooden assists. She took them in hand and used them to start her day of no school and boredom.

She disliked the idea of being trapped by her unwilling body, it made her anxious. She looked out into the hallway as she finished her morning routine and chores. The thought of not being able to do anything productive that day made Kristy frustrated.

She looked over at the clock on her wall and heaved a sigh. The purple framed clock shined the sun's rays off its plastic covering as it counted the second in the day away. The analog clock face showed her that it was about eleven in the morning. This time the clocked illustrated it was closer to lunch time then breakfast.

Kristy hobbled to the lobby and sat down. She wasn't hungry yet, for making herself a sandwich for lunch. She wasn't particular interested in anything. She exhaled noisily to herself, "Isn't there anything to do here when your foot is broken? A nice book or something would be nice."

She had wave of obvious thoughts, 'wait a bloody second. There has to be a library here. I mean Professor Xavier, who researched almost everything there is to the X gene, must have a few books here. I'm saved from boredom most foul. The only question left is, where is that said library of written truths? ' she could feel her smirk reappearing just from the thought of not being bored rigid for the rest of the week.

She took up her crutches again and walked the hallways. Kristy walked back one side of each hallway then the other, looking into unlocked rooms or open doorways. She was about to quit her tiring quest she spotted a closed around door that had light shining under the doorway.

She gazed into the open doorway, there was a huge room covered all to wall of books. There were a few coffee tables and easy chairs around. The mahogany bookcase stretched as high as he ceiling with a swinging ladder to climb, to attain the higher book cases.

She laughed at herself; when she imaged Belle's first time in the library from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. "I guess the Beast, is the beast of boredom, which showed me this library." She twirled around on her crutches to look all three hundred and sixty degrees around.

Kristy was in awe of the vastness of the whole collection. There was non-fiction section filled with battle strategies, biology, genetics, history, politics, law, and expeditions. Beside the non-fiction walls were a single wall of fiction of every sort you could get at a local library and then some. In the fiction section was young adult, fantasy, murder, Sci-Fi, inspirational, and romance.

Hobbling over to the fiction wall she fingered her way across the titles. There were so many books to pick from, in the dark fantasy section, even if she decided. She looked and up and down the rows, excited to see her favourite books and some she only hear of until she hit, 'Good Omens' by Terry P. and Neil G. Picking up the single book she walked to the closest arm chair and placed the book on the chair. Beside the chair were some of her already selected books from earlier trips she had made in the last few minutes.

She sat in her chosen armchair, leaning the crutches on the back of the chair, and began to read the first few pages getting onto the plot. She fell into her mind's eye with vivid characters, settings and intrigue. She sighed with contentment, as she mumbled to herself "this is just what the doctor ordered for the case of boredoms. Nothing is better."

Michael and Mr. Logan were just getting to the Institute having been on the road all morning stopping in the city for gas so they would make it before lunch. When Michael saw the X-Mansion Demo made a comment 'Wow this is a really nice place.' The rest of the personalities agreed when he said that. When he saw Mr. Logan stop in front of a garage door he turned his bike so that it was beside the older man's bike both with their front wheels aimed away from the garage door.

As the garage door opened Mr. Logan turned off his bike. Seeing this Michael followed suit before they walked the Motorbikes backwards into the garage. Taking a duffle bag out of the trailer and two kits out of the saddle bags Michael followed Mr. Logan to the front entrance of the X-mansion.

"Welcome to the Xavier Institute for gifted children Michael" said Mr. Logan in a gruff voice, "I'm sure we'll meet some of your classmates soon."

'Yes welcome Michael Thompson. I'm sure your time here will be enlightening' said the professor inside Michael's head.

"I don't need any more voices in my head." Said Michael as his headache pounded once again. 'Hey think they saw us!' said Psycho ecstatically as Commando and Demo both said 'Why are you always like this' and Master/ Commander both shouted 'Shut it '.

Mr. Logan hearing that looked at Michael asked "Voices? Charles you talkin' in the kids head? "

"Indeed I was Logan" said Professor Xavier as Michael and Logan walked into the main foyer "I'll trust you not to read minds while here Michael."

"No promises there Professor, He... I can't control that part." Said Michael. "It is like a pipe one way at a time. Only time I'm not is when we're together and even then he still has too much going on in there."

"So you establish your powers as a different aspect of your personality, interesting" said the Professor.

"I don't really want to talk about it," said Michael as he looked away "anyway can I get a tour of this place?"

"I'll let one of your classmates show you around when they get back from school as you have today no?" said Xavier as he wheeled himself away "meanwhile you can wait in the library for them to get back. I have things to discuss with Logan" Mr. Logan following him.

'So where is the library then?' asked Demo as Michael walked to the left side of the hall seeing an open door with a book case right in line with the doorway.

'Like you really need to ask' said Commando as Michael walked into the library.

"'Hmm I wonder if he has a copy of Mr. Tolkien's works '" said Michael and Master at the same time when suddenly a copy of Unfinished Tales and the history of Middle-Earth and The Hobbit.

Eyes of a Stranger-The Payolas

"Does that help?" Kristy asked in an amused tone as the new arrival came into the library. She angled her head to look back at the side-table she had thrown the Tolkien books from, eyeing the man. "I haven't seen you before. Are you new around here like I am, or are you just shy?" She smirked looking at the last page in her book she was reading for the past hour.

She stood up, putting some of the books away. Kristy put novels, magazines, and project binders on a shelf. Kristy organized the volumes of encyclopaedias, being mindful of her wounded right foot. She waited for a response from the guy in the doorway; she took quick looks at the stranger.

"Would you like some help Miss...?" he asked, fishing for her name until he hung his head holding it with one hand. He had brown hair, brown eyes that were very average, in her opinion. His black jeans, black denim vest over a red t-shirt looked like a biker out of one of the movies to her. The thought of this average Joe being in a movie almost made her giggles, until He mumbled to himself, "Quiet. Psycho, we don't need this right now."

She looked a little shocked at his quiet outburst, as he turned himself away from her and into himself. She looked closer at his face. His head was hung onto his right hand covering most of his face except a small gap for his brown eye to be in view. He looked in pain as he seemed to fight with himself

'Psycho? I'm not nuts, I'm not crazy... just forward with I want. Is he a mind reader like Jean? Or is he just bonkers. Maybe it has something with him being here.' she thought to herself, feeling uncomfortable from over thinking. Still in her thoughts on about this disturbed gentleman she started to produce freight pheromone, thinking about getting back to her room.

"I got to go rest this bummed foot of mine, nice meeting you mister." She faked a smile, while limping away. She quickly hoppled away. She stumbled through the hall was she kept her face taunt with pain.

Kristy never had a chance to make it down half of the hallway when a familiar voice came by, "Wha did I tell you about resting your leg kid? Ya wanna another injury? "She jumped at the voice turning to see Logan hover beside her.

"Oh, sorry sir, just I need something to do in the day time." She huffed, "It gets rather boring with only having your homework passed to you, and not a good book. I read in the library to pass the time." She shuffled to the side of the hallway to balance herself. "When did you get back in?"

He groaned in annoyance, "none of your concern kid." He started to walk back to his room, "Rest that break, you want it be fixed right?" he walked away the opposite direction. Logan turned the corner, and then was out of site.

Kristy winced, 'he is right, again. I got to lay down for this to mend. ' She lean on the wall to hold up her right as she walked down the hall. Her foot as giving her grief with every step. She got to her room to take more pain killers.