A/N: A special thanks to LVM the Ice Queen for my first review. Thank you, you're so kind.

The sun poured itself onto Damia's face as she walked out into the back of the mansion. The sky was bright and clear, birds sang in the distant woods, and all around her the plants and trees were a beautiful, lush green. Logan was still behind her and she was still giving him the tour.

"This, obviously, is the backyard," she said as she gestured to the enormous back yard. "There's a swimming pool, tennis and basketball courts, a garden. You name it and we've probably got it." She led him across the yard while the many kids that lived at the mansion went about their business. As Damia walked she took in her surroundings all the way from the gentle breeze to the warming sun.

"Here is where we do minor training on nice days." She and Logan stopped at a small field which was away from where the habitants of the mansion played their games. Scott was standing in the middle of the field while a red head let clay plates fly into the air. A red beam shot from his visor and the plate shattered. "You've met Jean and Scott, right?" Damia looked over to Logan as he nodded, she notice his eyes didn't leave the young woman who was using her telekinetic powers to make the plates fly.

Jean looked over at them and waved while Scott seemed to tense. Logan and Damia approached and Jean smiled. "Hey, Damia. Logan," she said cheerfully.

Logan nodded curtly and Damia couldn't help but notice how stiff Scott had gotten. She smiled at Jean while she thought Oh, goody! A soap opera. Where's my popcorn? Scott nodded tersely at Logan and Damia as a greeting.

Jean turned her smile to Damia. "Why don't you give a little demo of your powers?" Damia nearly choked.

"W-what!?" She looked at the slightly older woman. "Why?"

Jean laughed and said, "You need the practice anyway." Jean put her hand on Damia's shoulder and gently pushed her onto the field. "I'm going to hurl these at you," Jean got back behind the table. "And I want you to use your abilities to defend yourself."

As she looked around, Damia sighed. Looking back at Jean she saw the first clay plate hurtling straight for her head. Damia focused on the ground a few feet in front of her. There was a loud rumbling and the Earth shook slightly as a large chunk of land shot up in front of her. There was a satisfying sound of shattering clay and Damia let the ground fall back into place.

The moment the barrier had fallen another clay plate was flying towards Damia. She watched it closely and the gentle breeze began to pick up. Soon her golden brown locks were being tossed in the strong wind as the clay plate was blown off course. What became of that particular plate was unknown to the small group because it was blown into the woods surrounding the yard.

"Okay, good job," Jean called to Damia over the calming winds. "Now try fire and water." Damia's green-brown eyes widened upon hearing this.

"Are you insane? I need raw materials and there isn't any water or fire around here," Damia yelled back to Jean as she looked around the field. Indeed there was no water or a raging fire to be seen.

Jean shrugged and the two girls joined Logan and Scott who had been watching from the sidelines. Scott gave Damia a curt nod before he and Jean walked off towards the mansion. Oooh! The seal of approval. Logan and Damia started to follow when for possibly the first time all day, Logan spoke first.

"So, you control the elements?" He didn't look at her, his eyes were glued to the woman who walked in front of them.

"Yeah, I'm best with Earth, water and wind. Fire is too unpredictable to control completely. But you knew I could control the elements, Professor X told you this morning," Damia pointed out as she watched the green grass slide by under her feet. Logan merely grunted in response and picked up his pace, leaving Damia behind.

Suddenly Damia stopped dead in her tracks. There it was again, the feeling of being watched. She could sense a pair of eyes on her but she had no idea where they were. She glanced around, there were plenty of people playing sports in the large yard. No, it couldn't be one of them. These eyes were staring at her intently, too intently for someone playing a sport. She turned and looked to the distant woods but there was nothing there. Damia turned and headed back to the mansion, shaking off the feeling. Its probably just Pyro... creep.

Little did she know that she was indeed being watched but not from anyone who attended Xavier's School for the Gifted.