That night, another slightly mental X-Woman was receiving counseling of a different nature.
"So Haley," Trent cocked an eyebrow as he slunk up to the blonde in front of the television. "Do you need to talk? Think of me as an old friend, baby, an older brother."
Haley bit her lip. "Older brother? God, Trent, leave me alone!" She fled up to her room, and ran to the bed.
"Geez, what's her deal?" Trent seemed considerably peeved, as his pickup lines were usually successful.
"Trent, you're such an asshole," Jubilee shook her head. "No tact, man, no tact."
"Why? What'd I do?"
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Kitty walked through a wall and stretched on the empty couch. When Trent maintained his clueless stare, Kitty decided further elaboration was needed. "Duh, her brother's dead. There's a rumor floating about that she got pissed and killed him, and it's probably true."
"Oh." Trent looked stunned. But there was little time to contemplate, as alarm bells rang out across the moonlit lawn.
"Trespassers!" Logan growled. "Every student, into their rooms and lock the doors."
"Leave this to the X-Men, students," Cyclops said, calm as ever. Jade went to her room, not expecting to see Haley on her bed, face and pillow coming as close as possible without a wedding ring.
"What's wrong, kid?" Jade asked.
"What do you care?" Haley looked away, discontent.
"Sheesh, mood swings ahoy," Jade looked outside the window. "Looks like old blindy is defending us against the intruder." This perked up the Georgian.
"Is he hurt?"
"Well, I can't tell from here. Maybe," Jade was frankly, disinterested, but Haley couldn't pay less attention. She murmured something about the bathroom and fled out of the room, in pajamas and all. Jade was stunned to see Haley run down onto the lawn, nightgown trailing behind her. On the grass, a young man and woman were decked in strange helmets, wearing thick suited armor and randomly shooting jolts of energy toward the X-Men.
"Death to the X-Men!" The man cried.
"They're wearing telepathy-blocking helmets!" Professor X cried.
"Intruders!" Haley rose in the sky like an angel. "You will play for disturbing this holy place!" In the air, a golden light surrounded her, and spread over the entire school, healing the wounds of every X-Man it touched. It was like a holy web, protecting all that the girl held dear. As the assassins shot bolts of energy toward the light, they shot back towards them. Haley rose still higher, sending walls of fire toward the pair. "How dare you attack this school?!" She attacked them with all her, power, mercilessly and without control. The assassins were trapped within thick, grasping vines. They were unable to move, radiating hatred and rage. Professor X rolled slowly toward the female attacker, who tried to spit at him.
"You are a weak fool, Xavier," she hissed. "Your X-Men will die, when the time is right."
"Why?!" Cyclops exclaimed.
"Because you hide behind these walls, and preach worthless peace!" The male was twitching with rage. "Our master will destroy you, because you are weaklings." And with that, both man and woman crumbled into dust.
Professor Xavier rubbed his bald head. "Well, my good friends, we appear to be in great trouble."

To Haley, every minute she had stood there, flying away in the air, had been indescribable. _It must be like sex.No restraints, just freedom_. She had no fear of her powers, they feared her. She flew, her vision swam but was clearer than ever. She felt like God, commanding fire, water, earth. The Professor would never understand, no one would ever understand. Not even Scott. _But I had to save them! There was no other way! But your powers have hurt before. Do you want to hurt again? Monster!_ The voices within her drew away the warmth and comfort. She heard the squeak of the Professor's wheelchair, and turned around.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Wolverine yelled. "We told you to stay inside!"
"Ah'm sorry," Haley looked desperately for a friendly face, but no one smiled at her. "But you needed help!"
"We could've handled it without you putting yourself in risk." Cyclops' voice was disappointed and displeased, causing Haley's face to flush bright red. She frowned, and walked quietly back up to her room. There were whispers in the hallway, _What'd she do? Is she crazy? Christ, what a freak_. Haley felt skittish, disturbed. No one would accept her now, just because she wanted to be a hero. She should've known better, the X-Men could handle themselves. No one seemed willing to meet her eyes as she opened the oak door to her room.
"Shit, Haley," Jade was stunned. "Nice work."
"Shut up."
That night, the Professor remained in his study, thinking long into the night. Any student passing by the door would hear nothing. Yet any telepath remotely nearby would surely hear his blazing thoughts, his constant cries of "What now?" inside his head. And Haley? Her powers may have been enough now-damn telepathic helmets-but she was one teenager! His calm face betrayed no emotion. But then again, it never did. Perhaps there was no other way. There would be a need for a certain visitor.