A few months after the trip to get Ryan, everyone was pretty much settling in at the Institute. Jean got a sappy look on her face whenever the word "marriage" came up in conversation, while Scott looked like he wanted to hide. There was a lot of eye rolling going on when ever the two were in the same room together. Reagan's dance classes were a huge success with the students, (well, most of them. The guys still weren't to wild about taking them but it did give them an opportunity to watch the girls prance around in their leotards) and Logan, though still not happy about going did not need to actually be carried to class anymore and he had yet to get her back for the humiliation she and the others had put him through on the first day. It appeared that the classes were responsible for the higher scores in Danger Room sessions, so Professor Xavier was happy too. Everything was going on swimmingly until one fall morning when goodness and light showed up on their doorstep.

Ororo had gone outside on one of her early morning meditation sessions and had tripped over something that was sitting in the doorway. A large bundle, that when unwrapped revealed a young woman. She was all golden, from the top of her curly head down to the sparkly nail polish on her toes. She slept so soundly that she didn't even notice all of the commotion she was causing until Logan laid her on the couch in the den. All of the X-Men were gathered around the couch just looking at her in disbelief when she opened her eyes.

They were blue and so big they about swallowed up her entire face. She blinked a couple of times, stretched, and focused on Logan. And she smiled up at him like he was her hero, and he smiled back. Reagan squashed a little tendril of jealousy before it could grow.

* * * * * *

Once she was awake, she told them that her name was Eileen. She had been on the run for the last few days after escaping from her father, who had decided overnight that he didn't want a mutant in the house. This was odd because he had always been rather proud of her gift, the ability to glow. As Eileen told it, he had chased her out of the house and into the woods, once there she had nearly run into a man who was floating above the ground and asked her to join his brotherhood of mutants.

He had scared her even more, and now terrified, she ran out of the clearing and blindly on her way. The night before she had climbed the fence of the Institute and curled up on the front steps to sleep, hoping that the next morning the owners might take pity on her and take her on as a cook or a maid.

Reagan listened skeptically. This Eileen person looked awfully sunny for someone who had spent the night on cold stone steps. And she was way too happy about Logan being the first face she woke up to. After all, Reagan was sure she wouldn't want to wakeup to his face hovering a foot from hers in the morning.

"I think I like her." Logan mumbled as the two of them walked back towards their rooms to change clothes. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye to judge her reaction.

Reagan whipped her heard around to look at him. "What did you say?" Reagan asked him.

"I said I think I like her. Besides, I think she'll be good luck for the team. Anyone that cute has to be good luck."

"Huh. Anyone that cute has to be trouble."

Logan smirked; glad he had gotten her goat for once. But later that week they would find out just how right Reagan's statement was.

* * * * * *

Reagan was dreaming about cannibals and bongo drums again when Logan shook her awake.

"Huh, what?" She mumbled sleepily and blinked a couple of times. "Logan? What's going on, where are the drums?" Reagan asked confused.

Logan decided to ignore the drum question and focus on the problem at hand. "Something doesn't smell right."

Reagan sat up and tried to shove her hair out of her eyes. "You woke me up because you smelled something bad? What are you two? 'Mommy come save me. There's a monster under the bed and he smells!" She said in a whiny little kid voice. "Come on Logan! Jeez."

Logan grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the hall.

"Logan!" She hissed. Where are we going? It's the middle of the night!" They went down the back stairs, Logan dragging a protesting Reagan all the way. The professor was waiting in the den.

"Professor, what is going on?" Reagan asked. She would have said more but she was interrupted by Jean dragging Scott behind her and Ororo bringing up the rear. Everyone looked like they wanted answers.

"Please sit down everyone and I'll explain." When they has done so the Professor continued, "I'm not sure my self what is going on exactly, but I believe we need to exit the building. I need each of you to be responsible for a group of children. You need to wake them up, keep them calm, and get them as far away from the building as possible.

He gave them each a room assignment and sent them off. Then he focused his thoughts and tried to zero in on what the problem was. When he focused hard enough, he could almost see it, innocently sitting there under someone's bed. But he couldn't tell who's bed it was.

* * * * * *

Reagan didn't bother to go back up to her room to change clothes; it was too far out of her way. She ran to the girl's dormitory on the third floor. Turning on the light, she explained calmly what needed that everyone needed to put on some shoes and robes and move out of the building. She used her no nonsense voice and they quickly did as they were told. As one the girls went down the hall, the stairs and exited the building. As soon as they got outside they ran, Reagan mentally checking off their names in her head. Before long she realized that she had missed one. Eileen, the new woman had been put in the dormitory until a room could be cleared, and Reagan couldn't see her anywhere in sight. Just when she could have used the little glowworm too.

"Great," Reagan mumbled. "Where has she run off to now?" In the few days that Eileen had spent with them she had gotten lost in the mansion three or four times, not to mention the countless times she disappeared into the forest and didn't come out for hours. Jean had explained that Eileen just needed some time alone to sort out her feelings after being run out of her house and chased through the woods. She also needed some time to adjust to living in a house full of people, most of them teenagers and all of them with mutant powers. Especially after having lived her whole life as an only child. Reagan just thought she had a really bad sense of direction, and Eileen seemed to be adjusting just fine to her. And she was smart. She knew that whenever she lost herself on the grounds Logan would come looking for her and bring her back. It reminded Reagan of women purposely loosing themselves in Wyoming so Harrison Ford could rescue them.

She started to run back towards the house calling her name, when Storm floated past her and grabbed Reagan by the shoulders.

"Stay with the others." She commanded. "I know where she is." She flew off towards the roof and returned shortly with the young woman cradled in her arms. Storm set her down and joined the other X-Men and the Professor. They were discussing what should be done when the whole place blew.

The roof muffled the explosion, but everyone jumped and covered their faces as the windows blew out. They stated, dumbfounded, as their home was lit from within by fire before the Mansion collapsed in on it's self in a smoldering heap. Storm had already called the rain to help put the fire out.

The house was a mess. Professor Xavier surmised that the explosion had occurred on the third floor, probably in the girl's dormitory. When that floor buckled the fourth floor and roof had collapsed in on it, causing the whole house to collapse. Reagan couldn't help but remember her earlier thoughts about Eileen, and that she had been the last person out of the house. And she had been in the room where the explosion occurred. She was staring at the heap of rubble in shock. That had been her home. For some of the kids, it had been the only home they had ever known. It was their whole world, their sanctuary, and now it was gone. She absently rubbed her arms. It was chilly outside and she was bare foot and only wearing light pajamas. Logan put his arms around her from behind and unknowingly she leaned into him.