Disclaimer: Despite all of her wildest dreams, Mira Hopesbane does not own any part of X-Men, excepting Mirabilis. But I would stay away from her. She bites.
Chapter Two- The Surprise
"Rhane," Professor Xavier addressed, "she has no power at the moment."
An angry muttering seemed to break out, with Jean's voice clearly stating, "No wonder why she knocked me down! She probably hates mutants!" The Professor sat still, waiting for the initial shock to settle through the students.
"Now," he voiced loudly, causing everyone to silence their own opinion, "that you know that, I feel you should know that I believe her powers are just dormant until her body is strong enough to support the taxation it will cause."
"Why would her powers wait," accented Kurt's voice, "when all of ours came at before her age?"
A sigh of vexation came from the teacher's lips as he stated, "Because she cannot bear any added burdens. It is physically unable for her to provide strength behind any power. However, as Jean has seen, she will most likely be distant from you, for she associates you with me and me with some very horrible memories."
"What memories?" came Rouge's opinion. "They cannot be as horrible as mine are."
"You're right. They are worse. However, I have moved her room into sharing with Kitty and Rouge."
The students nodded their heads, and the sounds and smells of breakfast cooking almost immediately filled the kitchen. However, Logan was dealing with a sobbing, miserable Mirabilis.
The first of Mirabilis' soon-to-be famous rages was brought on by the room reassignment. Logan, the only person she ever trusted, took the whole day to stop her from ripping pages out of books and shattering precious porcelain ornaments. In the truth, she only did stop when she attempted to tear a locket off her neck.
"What's that, child?" Mira blushed when he said child, for the tone was not the usual stinging insult, but a sweet, gentle caress of her innocence and genuine concern.
In her own silent way, Mira showed fumbled with the clasp and showed him the contents. There were two photographs, dingy with age, one of a man and woman, presumably her parents, and another of-
"Xavier," breathed Logan, noticing the silent tears swimming down her face. "Child, I'm…"I'm….sorry. You're a world apart from us. Instead of being abandoned because you are a mutant, you were abandoned by one."
They sat in the library for hours, offering each other tranquil companionship and condolences. Rouge walked by, and stopped to see the painful scene, on her way to finish cleaning up from Mirabilis' rage. She added her own tear, and then returned to her duties.
Professor X sat, scanning the world with Cerebro, his eyes on the man who had just entered.
"Logan," Charles murmured, "What is it?"
"She has a picture of you, right next to her parents. Do you not understand how- betrayed- she feels, you- a vague childhood memory with connections to her family- were supposed to care for her, and you never came. She had no one, no friends, no one to care. She was a child to be loved, but was instead caring for children older than herself. You do not-cannot- understand her."
"I did rescue her. But I am ashamed-"
"How did you rescue her? After she was attacked in the streets? Near starved to death?"
Charles shut down the Cerebro system, an eagle of sorrow resting on his shoulder. He did not cry, but stood on the brink.
"And I leave you with these words- is it worst to be abandoned because you are a mutant, or by one?" The Wolverine turned and left.
The Professor took out a laptop, not of a high quality but usable still, and opened a file, dated a time some ten years ago. He knew what he had to do.