This is a Ranma/X-Men crossover. X-Men belong to Stan Lee and Marvel; Ranma belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and Viz. Some X-Men elements of this fiction are true to the comics, others the cartoon that was once on Fox. Other Marvel players will also be mentioned.

Ranma walked toward the Tendou home, his head hung low. It was a beautiful day all around, yet all he could see was cloud. There were none that could bring him out of his depression, none, except her. A woman he had yet to meet, a woman who…

"Ranma?" A voice called in his head.

"Yeah, I'm here lady." He mentally responded.

"What's wrong Ranma? I can feel your depression."

"It's this whole situation, my curse, my fiancés, my friends, my family, everything. I need to get away from it all. It's driving me crazy. You're the only one I can turn to. I just need some help." He was desperate for a way out, his mental voice was practically pleading.

"You may be in luck Ranma, my friends and I may be able to help you. If you can make it to the Tokyo International Airport before 5 pm tonight, I'll be waiting. That gives you twenty minutes Ranma."

"That's clear across town lady. I can't make it there in twenty minutes."

"You must believe that you can Ranma if you are serious about getting my help. I can't come to you. Hurry, Run."

"Lady?" He waited for a reply. "Lady?" Again, there was no response. "Screw it," he thought. Then he was moving bounding from the fence to the rooftops.

Akane looked up at Ranma as he leapt away. Pain gripped her heart then, her intuition telling her that he was leaving her. She called after him, but it was only one word, only a whisper. "Ranma." Then he was out of sight. After that there was only one thought on her mind, "So fast."

"I made it, and with time to spare." Ranma thought to himself as he entered the airport. "Now all I have to do is find her." As he looked around the terminal he thought to himself, "Heh, easier said than done."

"Are you looking for someone?" Came a voice from behind.

"I am, but I doubt you could help me look for her." He responded.

"What makes you say that?" She asked with some amusement.

"I've never seen her face."

"So I could be the person you're looking for, couldn't I, Ranma." She responded, again she seemed to find something funny about the situation.

"You could be, but I'm sure she… Lady?"

"Can't fool you, can I?" She smiled and her eyes lit up. She was a slim gaijin woman with lustrous red hair. She looked like an average woman, but there was something to her. Something that says, I am dangerous, don't underestimate me.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Saotome Ranma."

"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine Saotome-san. My Name is Jean Grey. I would like you to meet some friends of mine. This is Scott Summers, and our companion is Logan, but he's best known as Wolverine." Ranma found his attention fixated on Wolverine, their eyes met. They grinned before clasping hands.

"Nice meetin' ya kid, I can't wait."

"Neither can I." Then he turned to Scott, "Mr. Summers, a pleasure."

"Just wait till you get to know 'im, ole one eye ain't that easy to get along with."

"Don't mind Logan, Ranma, he's just not used to normal people."

"Then we should get along great, I'm far from normal."

"Alright," Jean butted in. "Our flight is about to leave, and we have business to attend to." Then her attention focused on Ranma. "You asked me for help earlier, and I would like to give it. What I'm asking is but the first step on the road to a dangerous future, but one that should be quite fulfilling. I want you to come with us, to Westchester. There's a school there that caters to extraordinary people; people with great gifts, people that are hated and feared for what they represent. I would like you to be a part of this school, Ranma. Please come with us."

"Miss Grey…"

"Jean."

"Jean, you're asking a lot from me, almost too much, really. I… Normally I would refuse your offer, but lately… I just need to get away. I would like to come, really I would, but I can't afford to."

"Who said anything about paying? We have a private jet all ready for take off. All you have to do is follow us."

"Then lead away, it's time I tried living my life for myself. Good-bye Japan."

"Ranma, why don't you get some rest, we'll refuel once we hit the coast and then it will be off to Westchester." Jean was smiling as she said it. She smiled an awful lot, reminding him of Kasumi.

"I would Jean, but this flight is great. I've never been on an airplane before. I have to tell you; this is a lot better than when I swam to China. I wouldn't mind sleeping, it'll take my mind off of what I was thinking earlier."

"We may have something that will help you sleep, I'll check for you."

"Don't bother Jeanie, I got him something right here. I'll be using some myself, long flights always make me restless."

"We can't use that Wolverine, that stuff knocks you out for hours. It would probably kill Ranma here."

"I think you're wrong there Jeanie, I have a feeling the boy might get up before I do. What do ya say, kid?"

"Sure, why not."

"Relax then kid, it'll be smooth sailin' the rest of the way home." Then he jabbed a hypodermic into Ranma's arm. "Sleep tight, kid."

Before Ranma could respond he found himself in dreamland.

Ranma awoke from a nightmare; it was all he could do not to scream. Looking to his left he found Logan, dead asleep. "Looks like you were right Logan."

"Ranma, you're already awake?"

"What can I say, I heal quickly."

"So does Wolverine, and I doubt your rate of healing would hold a candle to that of Wolverine."

"That's because I took double darlin'. Still, I must say I'm a little surprised he woke before me. I thought the stuff would kill 'im."

"But you said…"

"I'm kiddin' Jeanie. Now sit down and buckle yerself in, we're landin'." As soon as he spoke the plane began its final approach."