Forgive me for two things-
1. Being Late. It seems as if FF.net has been having problems, too.
2. The following.... --Really Long Poe Note-- AACK!!

First, Robert Burns wrote that poem that I quoted in the last chapter.

Second, the angst was temporary, Pruningshears. It was evident in the prologue, even before the corrections (speaking of which, it's been fixed) Also, whoever was confused, don't worry. It was just a cliffhanger. If you want to see why Sara has this sudden' angst, read the prologue over, chapters 1-6, that's 1-11 revised. It's shorter, condensed, and fixed with what those eczema bumps actually were.

For those who are too lazy, here's a synopsis----

Sara , as she goes home from school on the day of the Magneto attack, has two fights with this voice in her head, one when she's about to punch Magneto, and one more when she gets home (she nearly, but accidentally kills herself the second time). This was what she thought was Ille speaking to her, but, according to Professor Xavier from the alternate narrative sequences, we find that Sara gained an entire extra set of chromosomes somewhere after she was four. Someone, or something, actually latched onto the poor kid.- and onto her back, which is why it always hurt whenever Sara mentally argued with it.

That's why the angst is in the last chapter. But for Sara, it's over now. But we do find out why Jean is crying in the next chapter, and what the actually is that my whole first chapter talks about. And the story title is named after, for Pete's (or Kurt Wagner's) sake.

Also, Mr. Clampe will be back, and Jen, too, just not in this story (dodges rotten vegetables). My sequel, entitled Licensed to Kitty, will be out... when this one is done (dodges more rotten vegetables and ducks to avoid a cow the French from Monty Python and the Holy Grail have flung at me). Three more recruits come (Salve, Whiplash, and Mizukage- you try to figure out their powers [you might need to learn a little Japanese, while you're at it]), Kitty gets a surprise sweet sixteen, and Mr. Clampe visits the mansion... hmm... especially since one of the three new recruits is, guess who?, Jen Maklo!!

Another thing that I noticed is this Friends of Humanity business. I didn't realize it was already an organization in the X-Men world with very different views on how mutants fit into society as the real' FoH are blatantly baised mutant haters, until much later when I accidentally stumbled upon an excellent web site known as Mutatus Mutandius, which has on record every single character ever to appear in any X-Men related work.

(pauses to breathe after that long sentence) In. Out. In. Out. Ahhh. That's better.

Well, my FoH is slightly different, and I am not going back to change it. So deal.

--End of Really Long Poe Note-- (phew!)

On with the story! (now an official after she says a Poe-Note catch phrase, copyright 38662957.6 as of June 12, 2003)

... but Mousie, thou art no thy lane... I mumbled under my breath, then realizing I was reciting Robert Burns poetry, I shot up

I heard myself cry, but for the first in a long time, every muscle in my body was sore. I fell back into my pillow, exhausted. Looking at the ceiling, I realized I was in the infirmary.

Hmm, seems as ef I am not ze only one vho says zhat. Everyvone else zinks it veird.

I asked, then slowly and painfully turned to my side to see a blue, fuzzy stuffed animal staring back at me...

...as well as Kurt.

My old blue raccoon, Tibias, had somehow been salvaged and was laying to the left of me just next to Kurt. Suddenly I realized why. My parents, Catie, and Mike were standing beside him. Catie was a bit disgruntled by the mutant leaning at my bedside, it seemed, but she obviously had already gotten over her initial shock.

Ach, so Sleeping Beauty is avake!

For a moment I thought it to be Kurt who spoke the last statement, but it was just my brother with his impersonations again. I could see the authentic German smirking a bit, stifling his laughter with a three fingered hand. Obviously Catie had never noticed these before; she seemed to jump back a little.

I hard the soft sounds of an electric wheelchair rolling on carpet, then said the loudest I could, The professor is coming, though it only to be just above a whisper.

Without moving from his seat at my bedside, Kurt grabbed the doorknob by his tail to open the door. In wheeled Professor X and walked in Kitty, and the already stuffy whitewashed room was choking my air supply. Six sets of eyes were upon me, as well as Professor McCoy's, which I could vaguely make out in the background of it all. The professor wheeled around to my bedside to the only remaining free spot at the far right, but then when Mr. McCoy attempted to squeeze in between Kitty and Catie, I smelled brimstone. Kurt had ported off, but not very far- just to a pole that jutted out of the ceiling, put there for him to hang from- and gave the lumbering science professor with a large test tube a choice spot on my far left.

I've checked over your blood, Sara, and it seems perfectly normal. But I did remove the remaining skin from your back. Your family and Catie came in late last night to make sure you were all right. And for a short time, we weren't sure, until after the skin was removed. Until then, even though you were still breating, you had absolutely no pulse. Mr. McCoy looked baffed by his own statements, as baffled as a blue coloured ape can be, but he wasn't finished. He swallowed uneasily, then continued, I would ask that everyone except for me and the Professor to leave. This next thing only Sara should hear. If she wishes to explain it to everyone else, she should have the choice to do so.

With that, my family and Catie were escorted out by Kitty (through the wall, might I add) and a small cloud of brimsotne- smelling gas fumed the air above my head.

Pointing at the test tube, Professor McCoy continued. I saved the rest of the skin; I've been running tests on it all day. You've been out for a little over twenty- four hours.

Oh. It's only July 3. Good.

Mr. McCoy handed me a stack of papers runnung with information. Fortunately they had been enlarged 127%, as they always needed to be for my schoolwork.

Tell me what you make of these.

I scanned through them, trying to get something coherent out of the mess of information. Then I realized exacly what it was. It was data on a woman, a woman by the name of Nerida Hellen- every newspaper clipping, every fingerprinting, her genome map, every moment she'd spent in jail, her mysterious dissapearences, the people who went insane and could only say her name... and yet I couln't figure out what that had to do with me. Until I saw the last section in the packet. It was my gene map, then the map from the skin sample on my back that remained. I flipped back to Nerida's map, then to this one. They were identical. Every fragment of DNA. Identical.

--Poe Note--
Sorry this was short. :-(

Finals have been killing me. But I just finished school yesterday! And I got my finals back! And I hate to brag, but I need to vent this somewhere (I don't tell my friends these things) I got a 107% in Crafts! An 88% in Spanish 3! An 87% in English Honors 1! A 99% in Honors World History! An 82% in Honors Geometry! A 96% in American Experiment (an extra, mandatory Social Studies class for freshmen)! And

A 101% IN HONORS BIOLOGY!!!!! EAT THAT MR. BLANDER!!!!

Thank you for putting up with me. Have a great summer everyone, and I will update when I'm not in camp. Hopefully, that's more than a chapter a week to compensate for this, and when I'm gone for those six weeks.