When they arrived at the mansion, morning was peeking. Jean Grey and Wolverine took Chameleon and Fox down to the medical laboratory, while the others prepared the school for breakfast that the students would soon be waking up to. In the medical bay, Jean examined Chameleon while Logan waited with Fox. "Dr. X is gonna wanna see you, boy... You ready to tell him what happened? He's gonna want to hear it from you."

Fox shrugged and gave a small nod. "Yeah, I think I cin do dat," he said roughly.

"Logan, take him to Xavier's office, please... I still have some to do here." She glanced up at Fox. "... It's a good thing you called when you did, Fox... You saved her life." She turned back to her. Wolverine motioned for Fox to follow him.

Fox winced lightly at that as he moved to follow Wolverine, saved and put it to where it had to be saved both. What a way to save someone...

Wolverine showed him to Xavier's office, and showed him in without a word. Xavier was in his chair, as always, and he looked up from his paperwork as Fox came in. He offered a fatherly smile. "Fox... Welcome back. Have a seat."

Fox tilted his head slightly before taking the offered seat. "I was told ya'd wanna 'ear wha' happened," he said simply as he sat down.

He nodded slowly. "Indeed... We have been quite worried about Chamille for a while. She didn't tell anyone where she as going... only left a note that she was going."

Fox blinked a few times at that. "Oh," he began softly, sounding a bit surprised, "Well, 'parrently she'd been tryin' ta fin' me... ah least most da time."

"And it would appear she found you... You know... after you left without a forwarding address... she was quite devastated. I am glad she decided to find you. It was something she needed to do to put her own self at ease."

Fox glanced down looking more then a little guilty, "I shouldna lef' 'tall."

"You had a friend to go back to," Xavier said very carefully, tentatively.

"I thought I did," he said softly, "I didn', I 'ad a sell-out ta go back ta. A sell-out dat saved my life outta guilt." He closed his eyes, trying his best to deal with stating that so obviously and harshly sounding, though his voice remained totally even.

Xavier nodded again. "Sometimes, people do foolish things because they do not understand. Mutants and humans alike... In that format, we are scarcely different."

Fox gave a hint of a shrug, eyes focused downwards. "I guess," he responded, for lack of any other response.

There was a small pause. "Well. Now what do you plan to do, Fox? Certainly not go out on your own... You're becoming a man of great potentials. You can go anywhere you want. You just have to direct yourself."

Fox brought his gaze up after another long moment's silence, "I was 'opin' I could come 'ere..."

He smiled a bit. "And I was hoping you would say that. You are more than welcome to move here, Fox.:

Fox grinned, some measure of relief in his eyes. "Thanks," he said roughly, grin growing lopsided, "ya sure dis place cin handle me?"

"I think Chameleon will do a fine job of that. She needed a friend.. A true friend. She calls you that." he smiled and came around the desk, holding his hand out. "Welcome, Fox, to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters."

Fox smirked, taking the professors hand in his own gloved one. "Thankya, I'll try notta cause ta much trouble." He paused, "But didn' ya wanna 'ear wha 'appened?"

He nodded, smiling a bit. "Yes... but this was more important. I already have a general idea. You're projecting your worry for Chamille quite strongly, which is why Jean was so insistent on not leaving her side."

Fox winced slightly. "Oh," he said softly, before adding, "some ah 'er injuries weh ones I'd gotten." His voice had some measure of guilt as he spoke, worry no less distinct for it, perhaps more so.

He smiled softly. "So her powers are beginning to awaken. That's a good sign... I just wish it hadn't been so forceful on her. She will be fine. She's in good hands." He leaned back a little. "What is your full name?"

Fox shrugged lightly, wondering if he should give the name, there would be no harm to it, he guessed. "Ethanael Dylan Faris, but I gone by Fox since 'bout 9...10."

He nodded softly. "We will discuss more, later. There will be plenty of time. We will work up a school and training schedule for you as soon as possible."

Fox gave a small nod. "Aight," he replied simply, looking back towards the door he'd come in. "I 'ave a question myself, 'bout de jerk dat 'ttacked 'er twice now... I wanna know why." He doubted he'd even know, but he had to try and ask, to see.

Xavier nodded softly. "That was Pyro... he's one of the Brotherhood... a group of mutants who believe they are saving the world from humans... and are fighting for what they believe is the rise of mutants. Chameleon has a very good chance of becoming an X-man someday. Magneto, leader of the Brotherhood, sent Pyro out to... convert... some of the students. You just got in the way of his... introduction. And this last time... that was pure revenge."

Fox's eyes went cold and dark as they narrowed. He definitely shouldn't have hit the jerk's arm, he should have killed him the first time, or even this time, somehow. "Oh," he responded simply but roughly.

"He cannot reach you here, Fox. Do not worry about that. If you like, Logan can show you your permanent room, or you can go back to Chamille."

Fox nodded roughly, he wasn't afraid of Pyro, he was angry with him... there was a distinct difference. "I think should ga back ta Chameleon," he said simply, he'd have time to see his room after.

He nodded a little. "Logan is outside. He'll take you back to the medical bay. Jean should be finished with her by now."

Fox got up, turning and heading for the door, pausing before he opened it. "Thanks," he said roughly, before opening the door and walking out.

Logan was outside, examining one of his claws. He glanced down as he saw the little guy come from Chuck's office, and pushed off the wall, letting his claw slide back into his hand. "Where too, little man?" he asked gruffly.

Fox tilted his head lightly at him, "I wanna go back ta Chameleon."

He nodded a bit, and led him back to the medical lab. Jean was just pulling off her gloves, and looked up. Chamille was comfortable, at least as comfortable as she could be, on the hard bed. "We'll leave you alone. We'll show you your room later." Jean and Logan left.

Fox nodded softly as they left, approaching Chameleon's bed. "Hey," he said softly, uncertainly.

She slowly opened her eyes at his voice, and looked up. She gently smiled. "Hi.."

He grinned a bit, "So, ya like my 'oody?"

She smiled slightly. "Actually, I do.. very soft... but I guess it has to be, huh..." She thought a moment. ".. Is this the hoodie you bought with the money I gave you...?"

Fox nodded slightly, grinning, "Yeah, dat would be da one."

She smiled a little. "And your gloves, too? I didn't look before."

Fox grinned impishly, "Same uns', I've 'ad ta put in linin', but daz it."

She smiled gently. "I'm glad you kept then," she purred softly.

His grin shifted to a smirk, "Like I could geh ridda anythin' ya got me?"

She blushed just slightly. "Would you do something for me..."

He tilted his head just slightly, "Suh, Wha?"

"Raise your hand up for just a tick..."

Fox tilted his head, bring his hand upwards, looking at her with curiosity filling his gaze.

She carefully removed his glove, and touched her palm against his. She gently smiled. "... You feel like I remember..."

Fox grinned slightly, ignoring his protesting nerves. "As da ya," he replied softly.

She slitted her eyes softly. "... Look... about what I said before..." she murmured gently.

Fox tilted his head in curiosity, "Wha' 'bout?"

"... I meant it, Fox..." she whispered, looking up at him. "I... mean it."

Fox closed his eyes, giving some hint of smile. "I know," he said finally, feeling stupid for saying that, but having no idea what else he could say.

"Good... I'm glad you believe me..." She smiled, her other hand ever so gently touching his cheek. "I was afraid I'd scare you off..."

Fox kept his eyes closed a moment before letting them slide open, a slightly lopsided grin taking his features, "Nah, dis Fox is 'ard ta scah."

"Just easy to jump." She smiled wide and giggled softly.

Fox shrugged, grinning. "I dun geh sca'ed, I geh startled." He gently slid his hand from hers, retrieving the glove and sliding it back on.

She closed her eyes and leaned back on the bed. "Hmmm..."

Fox just watched her for a long moment. "I'm so glad yer aight," he said softly after a long moment.

She opened her eyes, looking up at him. "I'm glad you're alright, too, Fox..." she said at the same tone.

Fox smiled softly, but fell silent, he had nothing else he could think of to say.

Chameleon slowly slipped back into sleep, and Logan returned about an hour later. "You ready for your room yet, kid?"

Fox had taken up pacing after Chameleon had fallen asleep, so once Logan returned he nodded. "Oh, yeah. Sleepin' peops ain't da best in the line ah company."

He cracked a little smile. "Follow me."

Fox nodded, following.

Wolverine showed him to a shared room upstairs in the male dormitories. The bed was soft enough, and the sheets were silk, aware of his 'condition'. "You'll share this room with Mark, Travis, and Neioson. Three boys with talents. They're quiet enough. They have sharp hearing like you do, so they always keep it quiet."

Fox nodded simply, eyes drifting around before he responded. "Aight, thanks."

He nodded. His backpack was already on the bed. "Dinner will be served in about an hour. Get settled in, take a shower, if you want. Dr. X will talk to you about a schedule afterwards."

Fox nodded again. "Aight," he replied, leaving it at that.

He left. The balcony window was open, a gentle breeze coming through. The drapes gently fluttered in the breeze, and the sound of children playing outside could be heart.

Fox glanced out the window for just a moment before turning from it, going to take a shower and get cleaned up. His injuries had been healed yes, but the blood from the scrapes, and all the mud was still there. That was what he needed, a change of clothes... his eyes darted about to see if, by chance, that had been provided.

The small dresser beside his bead was slightly ajar, indicating that indeed, it had been recently opened.

Fox opened the drawer, glancing inside and pulling out what he needed before searching for the shower. After he was clean and in clean clothes he sat down on his bed, though only for a while, lost in thought.

He heard a small wooshing noise from behind him, and when he turned, he saw a younger boy sitting on the bed beside him. "You must be Fox, yes?" He disappeared, and instantly appeared in-between Fox and the window."

Fox blinked a few times, eyes darting to find the boy again and once he did, he nodded, "Yeah, daz me, an' ya ah?"

"I'm Mark." The door opened, and two other boys came in. One of them had eyes the color of midnight. The other looked very young, but wore sunglasses. "This is Travis and Neioson..."

"Call me Neo," the boy with sunglasses grunted as he moved carefully into the room, Travis helping him a bit. He was obviously blind.

Fox tilted his head slightly. "Kay," he responded after a moment, not sure what else to say.

Mark cocked his head a bit, and appeared sitting beside him on the bed. "Ya dun talk much, do ya?"

Fox shrugged in response, "Why botheh?"

"Well, why not?" he countered.

"Aye, leave him alone, Mark," Neo grunted again as he sat down on his bed. Travis hadn't said anything yet.

Fox just glanced between the three of them then, immensely curious. He didn't say anything though, just continued to let his eyes dart between them.

Mark tsked a bit. "Just sayin." He disappeared and reappeared standing up again, arms crossed. "You want to shoot hoops with us later today?"

Fox shrugged in response, head tilted at the boy where he'd reappeared. "Nah, I'd ratheh not."

Mark paused, and shrugged again. "Suits yourself. I'll see you at dinner." He vanished completely. The shower was running. Neo sighed as he ran his fingers against the pages of a Braille book he'd found on his bookshelf.

Fox tilted his head some, brow furrowing before he shrugged, pushing himself from the bed and putting the backpack into his dresser. This was going to be very odd, staying in one place... it would take a lot of getting used to.

"Yeah, I guess it does take some gettin used to," Neo said suddenly out of the blue, and glanced up a little, in Fox's general direction. "Forgive the intrusion... You just think loud."

Fox blinked, glancing back, startled. "Sorry," he replied simply.

"Don't be, it doesn't bother me. Sometimes it's rather entertaining really."

Fox tilted his head lightly, "'Ow so?"

He smirked a bit. "I can read everyone's fleeting thoughts. You'd be amazed what weird things people think on a whim."

Fox shrugged, giving a slight, lopsided grin, "Nah really, if otheh's ah anythin' like me..."

"Some are worse than yours." He grinned widely.

Fox just blinked a few times. "Damn," he murmured softly, "thah der, thaz impressive..."

He laughed a little, still reading the Braille. "Indeed. You gonna go eat?"

Fox shrugged in response. "Prolly should," he replied softly, eyes shifting to the window then.

"Yeah, you probably should." He kept reading.

Fox shook his head just slightly as he left the room, making for where he could here the most people going, assuming that would be where the food was.

He hardly had to. the smell of the barbeque was enough to lead him there. A few adults, and LOTS of children and teenagers were gathered around in the patio, chattering and eating. One of the boys had his hand against the burning barbeque pit, and yawned softly before pulling it away. Ororo offered him a smile of thanks for rekindling the pit, and he nodded and walked off. Lots of the children looked at him. They were always interested in new comers.

Fox tilted his head slightly, realizing the attention he'd caught. He didn't say anything to anyone, waiting for the inevitable approach by someone else.

He was given his food, and space at a table that was mostly secluded from the others. For a while, he was alone to eat in peace... Until he felt a large presence near him, and table slightly rocked. When he looked up, he saw the looming version of Hank, or Beast, as some called him. He looked pleasant enough... but undeniably intimidating. "You must be Fox, yes?"

Fox blinked several times, finally managing a nod. "Yeah, daz me aight, an' who are ya?" he voiced, a bit nervously.

"My name is Hank. I'm one of the teachers," he said almost gentlemanly, and held out his hand to shake Fox's. "Chameleon says quite a bit about you."

Fox looked a bit stunned as he put his hand out to Hank's. "Oh," he responded softly, for lack of better response.

He shook his hand, his grip surprisingly gentle. In fact, Fox barely felt it, much less any pain. It seemed everyone knew about his sensitivity. "I thought you'd like to know that Chameleon is out of the medical bay and is resting comfortably in Rogue's room. She and Gambit have gone off on some survey, and she allowed her to use her room as a recovery place."

Fox gave a soft nod to that, "Yeah, 'ppreciate dat, thanks fer tellin' me." He glanced down at the remainder of his food, debating on whether or not he should finish it and then try and see Chameleon, or to go now. "Cin ya take me ta her?" he questioned softly.

He nodded a bit. "Yes, of course. In fact, she asked for you to come after your meal. You want to go to her now?"

He nodded in response, standing up, leaving his...not quite finished food behind. "Yeah, I'd like ta."

He nodded. "Then follow me." He showed the boy upstairs, into the female part of the dormitory. "You remember where your room is, right?"

Fox gave a sharp nod, "Yeah, dat's not ta 'ard ta remembeh."

"You can let yourself out then. We'll see you in the morning at breakfast." He nodded respectfully to the younger man, and left him at the door.