Important notes:

-The Xmen and all their stuff belongs to Marvel. I'm borrowing them to give Josh somewhere to stay, ok?

-Joshua/Josh on the other hand is my idea. Ask nicely and you may borrow him.

-All the rest of copyright stuff, you know the drill. Oh, and please review. n_n

Comming home.

Chapter 1

"The magical myster tour is waiting to take you away."

-John Lennon and Paul McCartney

The door behind Josh closed softly. The small room behind it looked like an ordinary guestroom; a narrow bed, a small desk, a couple of lamps that didn't match and a closet that had seen better days. All in all, the kind of small room where furniture ended up when it didn't fit in any of the other rooms. He turned the switch, and soft light gave more sharpness to the shadows and enlighted parts of the creamcoloured walls. A small vase of flowers gave the picture more life. Roses, he noted, and smiled. There had been roses in the other rooms he'd been shown, and in the hallways aswell. They all seemed fresh, and gave the impression that the owner cared much about his home. The ones in his room were a soft cream colour, possibly to match the walls, but he had seen different colours in almost every room. Perhaps to fit every room, he couldn't tell yet. Even the blue ones he'd seen when he'd passed one of the open doors in the corridor seemed to fit in.

Then, with a small shrug, he turned his mind from the flowers and placed his bag on the bed. He didn't own much in this world, but he had taken it all with him when he came to this place. He'd been told that it was a school, and that they'd help him. The bald man in the wheelchair had looked at him , and his gaze had seemed to search every part of his soul...even his own dark secrets he'd kept hidden for so long...Then he had smiled and told him about Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters. Said that they expected him to come there and learn. He didn't know really what he was supposed to learn, but expected to be 'broken in' and 'taught to behave'.

With a sigh, he tried to push those thoughts aside. He didn't like to think that they would be as everyone else he had met in his short life. But they had been suprisingly nice this far. Probably just to lull him into safety. He flung himself on the bed, fully dressed, and closed his eyes. He'd take a little catnap before he searched the house for the best way out. Wouldn't do him no good to stumble into something without being rested and prepared. Within a minute, he was asleep, and all that could be heard in his room was his peaceful breathing.