Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. I'm not quite sure who does.. I don't own Willow. BTVS does. and Joss Whedon owns that. so he owns Willow. wait. that didn't come out the way I wanted it to.oh well..

Waking Up Isn't Exactly a Good Thing

All of Xavier's Institute were sleeping. It was 5:37 in the morning during the summer. Most students had gone home, but some students, mostly the one's without homes, were still at the mansion. Down in the MedLab there was a girl about 21 years old that had just awoken. She was quickly noticing that bright lights did not go well with a splitting headache and memory loss.

"Owwww." Willow was groaning to herself. Talking out loud seemed to be one of the only things that penetrated the eerie silence of the room. She slowly sat up on the pallet and looked around. When she moved to stand up, her arm shot warnings of the pain. "Ouch! The right side of me hurts like. well. I don't know, but it hurts. Now how did I get here?"

Willow searched around her head for her memories but could find none. She knew facts, like what the answer was when you divided out pi. Actually, it was quite impossible to divide out pi so.. She really didn't know the answer, but she knew stuff like that. She didn't know how she knew those things though. Oh this was getting confusing.

After a while, Willow was able to stand up and look around the room. On a table not far from the pallet she had slept on was a bag. After a long debate with herself, Willow walked over to it and looked inside. Inside of the bag, she found a wallet with persona information, some loose change, an odd looking small book, another odd-looking small book, and a journal. When she opened the journal up, she found it to be blank.

"That's odd." Willow looked around the room for a mirror or something that she could see herself in. Upon finding a mirror near the bag, she walked toward it. There was nothing special about her. Red hair, green eyes, standing about five and a half feet, skinny. she was not really much to look at. After careful observation plus twenty-three minutes, Willow figured that the persona information was about her. Her name was Willow Rosenburg. She was born in 1982 and used to live in Sunnydale, California. Her parents were Ira and Sheila Rosenburg. She currently had an apartment rented at Greywald Hotel in Westchester. Apartment number 23. There were also pictures of odd-looking people. Two blonde women, a brunette girl, a brunette man, an old grey-headed man with glasses, and. at the last picture she stopped. There was a blonde/brunette. There was something about her though. When she looked at the picture, she felt hurt, betrayal, love, want, and. pain. Shuddering, Willow put down the picture. Whatever her past was with that woman, she didn't want to know. It seemed that the woman had given her much grief and much love. When examining the two smalls books, she snickered. They looked like miniature books. The titles read How to Keep Your Magick in Control and Simple Spells of the Wicca. They sounded really interesting. If only they were larger, Willow could find out if they were a joke. Something told her they weren't.

Willow began talking aloud again. "Alright. I know who I am. I know where I come from. I don't know where I am though. Ohhh!! My head hurts. It feels. bad. and I feel like I could let out all the badness. and I want to. so why don't I? 'Cause I don't know how!!"

Pouting, Willow slumped down on her pallet, wincing as her arm gave signals of the pain she was supposed to be feeling. She glared at the sling holding her arm. She slowly undid the sling and took it off, the cast soon following the sling's lead. She glared at her arm, scolding it for the trouble it caused. Her head was really annoying her now. It was like her brain was telling her to let out all the confusion. But how? After a while of glaring at her arm, Willow gave an agitated scream at it mentally and vocally to just heal and be better.

Now something had happened. Something had glided and cracked, it had sounded like her arm slid back into place. But that couldn't be. could it? Her arm felt. different. She lifted it. There was no pain. She began to pick things up with it. She was able to. She shouldn't be able to. Willow moved her right shoulder. "Owww!!!!"

She glared at her shoulder and screamed at it mentally and vocally to heal, like she did before. She heard something crack and then. she was able to move her shoulder!! She then looked at all the scrapes and markings on her leg. Focusing intently, she screamed vocally to heal. Nothing happened. She then screamed at it mentally to heal. It did. The scratches and marks were gone.

"That was nifty."

Suddenly, the door to the lab opened. Willow scrambled backwards. An odd man with blue fur on a gorilla-like body came in. He smiled kindly at Willow.

"How are you feeling today?"

Willow suddenly got nervous. "I'm uh. um. alright doing. I feel of the good." Her voice sounded scared, even to herself.

The beast smiled at her kindly. "I'm Hank McCoy. You are Willow, correct?"

Willow looked at her questioningly. "That's my guess. The... wallet said I was. I think the picture was supposed to confirm it."

Beast motioned for Willow to sit on a metal table. She slowly walked over to it and hopped up. He looked at Willow's arm and did a double-take. "Where's the cast and sling?

Willow looked down quickly. "They. um. ran away? I kinda took them off. My arm's all better though. All nice and healed, nicely."

Beast touched different parts of Willow's arm and confirmed that the arm had, in fact, healed. He then touched different parts of Willow's right shoulder and confirmed that that, too, had healed. "How long have you been awake?"

Willow began to feel a little at ease with the odd man, but was still very nervous. He didn't look like a human, after all. Even though his personality and voice proved that he was a kind and caring individual. Judging by the glasses he was smart too. "A couple of minutes.hours. a while."

Beast smiled again. "This is a school for gifted students. Would you like to go meet the Professor? He. informed me earlier that he wanted to meet you once you awoke."

Willow looked at the beast oddly, but then nodded slightly. He smiled. "I brought some clothes for you, they used to be a colleagues of mine, I think they will fit." He pointed towards a pile of clothes on a chair. "I'll leave so you can change."

The beast left promptly, leaving Willow by herself. Willow looked at the clothes. There was a pair of jeans, a deep green tank, and a pair of socks. Willow quickly put on the clothes and walked to the door. As if he knew that Willow was done, Beast walked in the room.

"Come this way." He led Willow to an elevator. After a while, they got on the elevator. The ride up was short and uneventful, neither of them wanting to speak much. When they got to the right level, Beast led Willow through the hallway towards a door. He walked in without even knocking. Willow followed him, albeit reluctantly.

Willow began mumbling to herself. "Let's see how this goes."

A/N : Tell me what you think!! Heh Heh. can some of you please fill me in on Rogue, Bobby, Kitty, and/or Jubilee's personality??? PLEASE!!!! I'm clueless. but I still want to write 'em!!! R & R!!!