DISCLAIMER: I do not own the x-men and do not make any money off of this story

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the x-men and do not make any money off of this story.

I'm sorry the first scene is so similar to Kurt coming to town. I just couldn't think of anything better. Please Review!

"Is that her, professor?" Storm asked. Logan, Ororo, and Professor Xavier were standing in an old train station, waiting for their newest member. Logan was standing near the shadows, as if he didn't like being out in the daylight. Ororo was sitting on a antique looking bench, and the professor was sitting near her. Ororo had pointed out a darkly tanned girl with shoulder length black hair. "No, I do not think so," he said, pulling out a black and white photo he had received from the girl's grandmother two weeks earlier. The photo showed a girl of about ten years old, swinging in an old tire swing. Her face was lit up with joy, and held all of the innocence of childhood. She had waist length brown hair, that was slightly curly. Bid dark eyes stared back at him and a light white shift was blown back from the force of the wind against her body as she swung. She had a big smile in the photo. Her grandmother had told him that this picture was a few years old, but it was the closest to date she had.

He was told that she had grown up in a small village in Egypt along the backs of the Nile. Her father and Mother had been killed in an accident riding down the Nile. The boat had been tipped over by Hippos, and they had most likely drowned; though the bodies were never found. Her grandfather was a farmer, and her grandmother was a weaver. She was poorer than the other students, but was around their age. Her grandmother had told him in the letter that had come with the picture that she would be turning 16 this March.

He and Ororo watched the people go by, but none of them fit the picture of the girl. "Are you sure she was coming today?" Ororo asked. "Yes, the note her grandmother gave me said she would be arriving sometime today," He answered. It was already two o' clock, and the last train coming from New York would be in four hours. "I think we've found her," Professor Xavier heard Logan mutter. He turned towards the ramp and saw a girl in a delicate white dress and mid-back length hair. She turned around, searching for someone. "Yes Logan. I believe you're right," Xavier said. He rolled over to meet her, Ororo and Logan behind him. She turned towards them. "Hello. You must be Kara-ti Abul." She nodded and smiled. "And you are Professor Xavier, correct?" she responded. "These are my friends Ororo Munroe and Logan." Professor Xavier said pointing towards each of them. "Hello." Storm said. Logan just grunted. "Hi," she said softly, looking at Ororo. She was slightly afraid of Logan. He reminded her of the tax collectors that took nearly all of the money her grandmother and grandfather made during the week.

"If you'll just show us where you're stuff is, we'll get it and take you back to the Institute." Ororo said. They all headed to the baggage compartment and Kara-ti spotted her bags. There were only two and both were very light. She bent down to pick them both up, but Logan's gruff voice stopped her. "Don't worry about it. I'll get them." He said. She shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the door. Just before she left she whispered "Thank you," to Logan's back.