The long, black car pulled into the circular driveway of Professor Xavier's

School for the Gifted. The sun beat down upon the shiny surface of the sleek

limousine. The car pulled to a smooth stop, almost directly in front of the

door. The chauffeur hurried out of his seat in order to run around the car and

open the very last door. He stood at the open door, handle grasped in one hand

and his back ramrod straight. The man's eyes seemed to be a bit glazed over

almost as if he was in a trance, but not so much that it was very noticeable.

A pair of legs swung onto the concrete driveway. The legs were soon followed by a young woman about 15 years of age. She was very pretty for someone of her age

and had curves that would draw the attention of any of the younger boys and

unfortunately the older men as well. Her eyes were sky blue, while her hair was

a honey blonde shade. A ready smile was on her lips as she took a step forward.

A young boy dashed out of the car from behind her and rang the doorbell. He

stood at the door for a moment until a rather young man, perhaps in his middle

twenties, opened the formidable door. He wore ruby tinted glasses and a stern

gaze. The young boy dashed back into the car and the young woman held out a hand

gloved in the purest white leather. "Scott Summers, I presume?" Her voice was

smooth with a touch of the naiveté that young people tend to carry about with

them. Scott Summers, the current leader of the team known as the X-men nodded

briskly and took her hand. When he released her hand,

he took a small moment to regard her features. She was a pretty girl, but

carried with her a vulnerability that could be used against the team. He sighed

inwardly as he remembered being told of her arrival by Professor X.

The girl's father had called, inquiring of proper schooling for his young

daughter. He had assumed that by 'Gifted', the school meant smart and there was

no doubt that the girl standing here *was* smart. The man had presented such an

argument for his daughter that Professor Xavier could not have refused the man

without compromising the X-men. So, for now they would simply be careful and act

normal.

"Yes," He replied, "I am Scott Summers. I trust you'll forgive us if our rooms

are not up to your standards." His voice was uncharacteristically cold. He

hated this. Why did something always have to come along to hinder the team?

Always!

He turned to go inside the Mansion. "If you'll follow me, Miss." It wasn't a

question, but rather a harsh command. She followed him across the tiled foyer,

her navy blue high heels clicking on the floor as they walked. As they walked up

the stairs, her light blue miniskirt brushed against the rails, making a soft

ruffling noise. Scott unlocked the door to her room and handed her a spare key.

She brushed past him, her slender hands busily straightening the blue blazer

that lay over a soft white blouse. "Thank you, Sir." She nodded to him as he

left.

A few men came in carrying three cedar chests and three grey suitcases. She

smiled as they set them down in the exact same fashion. A light aura radiated

out from her form to the three men. *You will go back to the car. You will drive

out of Westchester to the secluded wood we passed and you will shoot yourselves

with the non-piercing weapons you were given earlier.* Her seductive mind voice

spoke to them and they turned as one and left the building to follow her orders.

Deep inside the true heart of the mansion, a dejected Scott Summers and his

wife, Jean, sat watching the printout from Cerebro sadly. "It's hopeless, Jean.

She has no trace of any mutant ability whatsoever. She's completely human."