Author's Note: I don't own X-men, I wish! Lily is a created character :). Umm..please review, and tell me what you think of Lily's character in general. :)

He didn't talk, she didn't either. They just walked together, each wondering something about the other. Lily began to wonder if she had made the right choice in following this man. But didn't know exactly what else to do.

"What's yer name?"

"What's yours?" She demanded. It was bad enough that she was following a total stranger, she'd be damned if she was going to give him her name first.

The man walked silently for a few minutes, and she had just about given up on the possibility of recieving an answer when he spoke softly.

"Logan."

Almost mimicing him, Lily walked quietly. She wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to give him her name. But at the same time, it only seemed fair considering he just gave his.

"Lily."

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They arrived. Lily stepped through the iron gate that Logan had opened, and looked around, impressed. The path she was on, lead towards a huge two- story mansion. A fountain rested in front of it, of an angel holding up something that was sprouting the water. To her left and right were large grassy areas, filled with numerous trees and statues scattered over the grounds.

This mansion seemed to be residing at the top of Bayville. She could hear the waves crashing against the rocks below. And could only imagine what other stuff resided behind the building. But she wasn't going to explore just yet. Logan was walking towards the front door, and she was following him.

Inside, she was met with yet another surprise. The foyer was huge with a chandeliar hanging magnificantly from the ceiling. Stairs swept up in front of her, leading towards the second story, covered with a light colorered carpet. Probably to protect the oak wood that it was built with. There were many different rooms and hallyways that the foyer was connected too.

"Come on kiddo," Logan grunted.

She followed behind him as he walked down a lush hallway. . Lily noticed portraits covered the wall, most likely old ancestors of whoever owned this mansion. It was nice alright. She was lead into a large office, with a mahogany desk by a window. Two men were in here, but the one behind the desk was mostly like the owner of the house.

"Ah Logan," one of the men said, his voice a slight proper english, "This must be the young lady you told me you were bringing."

He would have been much taller than her, had he not been confined to a wheel chair. Two chocolate brown eyes shone with a softness that was much greater than that of Mr. Logan's. His head was bald, shaped perfectly. Although, she had the temptation to ask him if he shined it every day, but decided against it.

"Well, Lily," He said softly, "I am Professor Charles Xavier, Headmaster of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

A scoff came from Lily's mouth. "Sounds posh."

"You seem apprehesive."

"Well, the fact you picked me up off of the streets, and brought me to your school, without telling me what exactly it is that you want."

"I see..." Xavier brought his hands together, linking them, resting his hands close to his mouth, "I am going to be quite frank with you Lily, it is obvious that you possess what we call the X-gene. Which classifies you as a mutant.."

"Okay, tell me something I don't know.."

"Please don't interrupt me," Xavier said with a patience that she'd never witnessed before, "The fact is Lily, that normal people simply aren't ready to accept the fact that mutants are among us. So, we like to take in mutants to prevent occurances where people might not understand your gifts..."

"Gifts smifts."

"Why don't you allow the Professor to talk?" Came a voice. Lily was suddenly aware of the other man that was standing there. He stood straight, about six foot even, with his eyebrows narrowed over two red sunglasses. His mouth was set in a grim line. His hair was brown, cut short with bangs that hung loosely over his forehead. Probably the only thing about him that was pressed and polished.

"It's quite alright Scott," Xavier said softly, "Lily, it is up to you whether or not you wish to join us here at the institute, but please bear in mind that should someone find out about your mutant gifts...they might respond violently."

"So? I can handle myself just fine."

"Yeah sure, ya handled it just fine last night didn't ya darlin'?"

"That's beside the point."

Lily folded her arms over her chest, staring at Xavier with a skeptical look on her face. She had grown up around men who weren't exactly nice, and that caused her to not be very trusting of the gender. While she enjoyed the company at times, sometimes she just couldn't stand them. She had been raised to be hard as nails, by four of the toughest women she knew. Protitutes by living, party girls by trade. Her mothers were the ones who raised her, which was more than what her real parents did.

"If I were a normal girl, my age I would be gossiping about make-up and clothes. Dreaming about that day when I'd marry that perfect man. And allow him to take care of me for the rest of our happily ever after. But I'm not that girl Professor Xavier, I've never had someone to care for me, and I don't intend on starting now. So if it's all the same to you, I'm outta here."

The silence hung in the air like heavy drapes over large windows. They all watched as she turned her back on them, stalking out of the room. Logan gritted his teeth, staring at Xavier.

"Ya are just gonna let her walk outta here? Back onto the streets where she's gonna be beaten, bruised, and raped?"

"It's really not my choice is it Logan?" Xavier responded, "If she doesn't wish to be here, I am not going to force her."

"Well, Chuck, when they find her body, and display it on the six o'clock news. Her death is on yer concious, bub."