Songs of Power Chapter One, Take Two (for those of you that are wondering, I am redoing the early/only chapters because I am unsatisfied)

Disclaimer: Don't own the x-men. Don't own Mally. Mattb3671 owns him, and he is a true genius for comin' up with his character. Read his fic. And that is an order. Thankyou many millions of times over, Matt! I do own Mia. Mia is my own special OC. Just like Ally. And Cat and Kate and Becca, whom you will not see in this fic. I also own half a handful of slightly elderly raisins, an out-of-tune whistle and a piece of moldy cheese, but that's just about it.

Now, for the real thing!:

Mia gulped nervously, her palms sweaty. She didn't like planes, she didn't like leaving home, and she really didn't like leaving home on a plane. It didn't help that she was going to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children. She was fine with the fact that she was a mutant; what she had problems with was going to what was essentiallya boarding school.

The plane lowered in for a landing, causing a small /bump/ to ripple through the plane, jolting the girl out of her reverie. She looks around, curious at her new surroundings, and comes to realize that once you've seen an airport, you have seen all the airports.

After a nervous eternity waiting for the plane to finally come to "a full and complete stop", she is allowed to disembark, a nervous flight attendant following uselessly after her. Mia hassled her way through the chaos that was the baggage claim, and finally made her way to the pick-up area of the airport.

She soon found her escort, holding a sign with her full name, Annamaria Walker. She walked over to the bald man in the wheelchair, the woman with long white hair and the younger woman with bright red hair.

Professor Xavier watched a young girl approach. She was about five feet four inches, with golden-tan hair and skin, with slightly darker amber eyes. She was lightly built, but seemed strong, carrying a heavy-looking backpack casually slung over one shoulder.

"Hello," said Mia shyly, obviously nervous.

"Hello, Annamaria," said the man in the wheelchair. "I am Professor Xavier, and these are Jean Grey and Ororo Munroe. If you will follow me we can get you to the mansion soon; I have no doubt you are exhausted."

"I am," admitted the girl. "I've been traveling since 12:30 last night. My plane left to early to catch the earliest ferryboat, so we had to take the last one of the evening."

"No wonder you're exhausted!" clucked Ororo, looking worried. "We'll get you home and settled in no time."

After an uneventful car ride to the institute, she was given a whirlwind tour. "And down here is the kitchens," said her guide, Jean, leading them down a long flight of stairs. And that was when Mia tripped.

"AAAAUUGHH!!!" She screamed as she went down and kept on going. As she fell she half-way bounced, half-way rolled down the stairs, before landing with a muffled thud against a closet door. Rolling onto her back she laid there, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. As she stared vaguely at the chandelier, but mostly nothing, Jean's face came overhead, floating in front of her as she stared at it. "Uuuhhhh…" she moaned, causing the closet-door handle to melt into a little puddle. Then she passed out, but not before catching a glimpse of the shattered remains of the stair railing, decimated by her destructive scream.

When she regained consciousness, a few minutes later, there were several more people gathered around her, probably by the scream, all staring at her curiously. "Hi," she squeaked out, voice rough, which only aggravated her problem; a few tiles around her face shattered this time. Mia 'eeped' almost inaudibly, then clapped both hands tightly over her mouth, breathing through her nose.

"Can you talk?" asked a concerned Storm, coming over. Mia shook her head violently in response, eyes wide and frightened. Thinking quickly,Ororo walked briskly over to a small table conveniently located nearby, and brought over a piece of paper and a pencil to the prostrate girl.Mia leaned over and wrote, in a slightly shaky hand, 'water' , so Jean brought her to the kitchen, supporting her. Mia did not speak, or even open her mouth, the entire time, though there was barely controlled panic in her eyes.

Jean handed her a glass of water, a large one, which she drank. And then another. And another. And another. And so one, asBobby, who was also randomly in the kitchen, sort of stared at her.He wasn't used to seeing people drink that much water at all, let alone without stopping for breath.She stopped at her seventh glassand took several deep, gasping breaths, then started to speak again.

"I am so sorry…I was just shocked and it made me scream without thinking about it…I hope not too much damage is done?"

"It should be fine, dear. Many of our students cause considerably more destruction when they first arrive, and some of them even for a good time after."

"Oh, good," said the girl, relief evident in her voice. "Though if it is not too much trouble, could I go to bed now? I am very tired…"

"Of course!"

She was taken to a room with a bed already made, which she collapsed on thankfully. She sank into a deep slumber soon, almost comatose she was so exhausted. The night passed peacefully…

That morning she was the last one up, though it was early by her standards. Still exhausted she stumbled over to her window, which she looked out of. Gazing out at the forest she saw, she heaved a deep sigh. Almost no evergreen trees. That was the real difference between here and home…

Oh well, no use crying over it. Mia shrugged mentally then went over to her bags, picking out some clothes for the day. Deciding on a tan-brown shirt that was almost the same color as her skin and khakis, she emphasized the monochromatic-ness of her coloring. She had found that she was more forgettable if she was all approximately one color.

Hesitantly she walked down the stairs, where she was met by Jean, one of the two women at the airport.

"Good morning," said Jean pleasantly.

"Morning," almost-whispered Mia.

"Let's go get some breakfast, then. You can meet your fellow students while we're eating."

Mia's pulse rate skyrocketed at that, nervous energy pouring off of her. Jean pretended to ignore it.

It was the usual chaos in the dining room, though it mostly stopped when Jean and, more importantly, the new girl entered.

"Everyone, this is Mia," said Jean. "I'll leave you all to get acquainted then, shall I?" and with that final proclamation left. Mia gave out a small whimper.

"Hello!" said a kangaroo-ish kid, jumping over to her. "I'm Mally, what's your name?"

"I'm Mia," she said quietly, looking up at him.

"What's you're power?" asked a tactful-as-ever Jamie.

That got a small smile out of her. "I sing," she said, rather cryptically.

"Sing? What's that got to do with anything?" asked a snobby girl, not bothering to introduce herself.

Mia gave a small grin, then executed a high note, perfectly on pitch. The plate the girl was holding (A/N: it's Amara. Not the plate, silly, the student!) melted suddenly, just pouring out if her hands, though it wasn't hot. The high note changed to a low one, and then the fork she was also holding crumbled into small bits, falling to the floor with a gentle pinging noise. Like really really hard snow.

"Rippa!" breathed Mally.

"Now that is cool," put in Rogue, coming up behind him. "Ah'm Rogue, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you," put in the girl, her head lowered shyly once more.

"These are, like, Bobby, Jamie, Jubilee, Wanda, Pietro, Fred, Todd, Lance, Amara, Logan, Sam, Hank, Rahne, Forge, Scott, Kurt, Paige, and Rogue and Mally who you already met, and I'm Kitty," said another girl, dressed all in pink. She said it all in one breath and Mia looked on amazed.

"Speaking as someone with five years singing in choirs, you've got amazing lung capacity," she told her. Kitty blushed slightly, having the grace to be at least slightly embarrassed.

"Want some breakfast?" asked Rahne, leading her over to the table.

"Yes please," breathed the girl, then blushed slightly. "I'm sorry about that. I haven't had anything to eat since that plastic fork on the plane."

"Fork?" asked a confused-looking Kitty.

"It had more nutritional value than anything else," explained Mia, earning a small chuckle, helping herself to a plate of toast and fruit. She sat down and started eating, mannerly despite her obvious hunger. Breakfast passed quickly, a pleasant combination of chatting and good food.

After breakfast the professor called Mia to his office.

"After this I will have you report to Dr. McCoy for a complete physical, but for right now I just have a few questions. Are your powers under control?"

"Yes, they are, for the most part. I can sing normally, not just destructively, and I don't break anything when I talk anymore. Except for when I have a cold; then I'm a natural disaster multiplied."

"Anymore?"

The girl withdrew even farther inside herself. "When it first manifested, I was unable to control it. I could not speak a word for two years." The flat, harsh pain in her voice was clearly evident.

To himself, Professor Xavier thought, 'now, that is something we'll have to look into later'. Out loud he said, "Okay, now, Mia, it's time for you to meet Dr. McCoy. The med lab is down two levels, first door on the right."

Five minutes later, two levels down and on the first door to the right, Mia and Mally and Todd were all sitting, each waiting for their respective exams.

"Uhhh, I'm so tired…" moaned Mia, suffering from the three hours' time difference.

"Where're you from?" asked Mally.

"Washington!" enthused Mia, shaken from her self-pity session. "I sorta miss it already. The trees out here are so frikkin' SMALL! It's surreal!"

After a few minutes' silence, she added in "I'm used to the average tree on the island I live on, Mercer, being a couple hundred of feet tall and evergreen. It's sort of a botanical culture shock. And I'm rambling, probably due to sleep deprivation. Ignore me. And you and Rahne are dating, aren't you, Mally?"

"Umm…yeah…" said the kangaroo boy. "How'd you guess?"

"You were holding hands under the table," put in Mia. "You two are so adorable together!"

"Cut down on fluff, yo," put in Todd from his corner.

"But fluff is so fun and, well, fluffy!" responded the girl. It's true, too.

And with that, Dr. McCoy called through his door for Mia, who excused herself and left.

After Mia's appointment she went outside, wandering randomly around the grounds, humming quietly to herself. At the edge of the woods she paused for a minute and broke out in full song.

"Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"

As she ended she was interrupted by a small, though enthusiastic round of applause. Turning around with yet another 'eep' sound she managed to whack herself in the face with a branch, then fell backwards onto Rahne, who gave out a yelp as she was flattened by the older girl, which caused Kurt to give a small start, who knocked in Amara who started yelling at him for being a "clumsy, useless peasant," who was whacked on the head by Quicksilver to get her to shut up which caused… anyways, point given and (probably) taken. In short, it was chaos.

Logan eventually arrived to sort out the mess. He found a slightly bruised Rahne, a Mia with a bad headache, though fortunately no concussion, a Quicksilver with a few-odd burns, an extremely annoyed Amara, though this was not particularly out-of-the-ordinary, a dazed Kurt and several other minor wounds/injuries.

In the middle of it all was Mia, who was giggling. Upon seeing the weird stares people were giving her and the haughty looks coughcouchamaracough others were giving her, she explained, "Tension release. Need it to giggle keep me from hysterical tears…" before breaking into hysterical laughter no more. A few people started to edge slo-o-ow-ly away from her. Eventually, however, she got herself under control, explaining, "Sorry. I'm just a bit tense, being new here and all…Please forgive me?" and that was that. Because the author is tired of this.

A/N: Yes, there are Brotherhood members in with the x-men. This is because I felt like it. If you have problems with it, tell me via email or review. If you like it, tell me via email or review. If you have no opinion…well, you get the point.

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