Todd had never been in a limo before, he had never expected to. But it seemed to make since that a man who lived in a mansion would ride around in a sleek, black limousine.

Charles had offered Todd a place to stay while he recovered from his wounds. The offer seemed genuine, with no strings attached, so he accepted.

It wasn't like he could go home in his condition. First, it would require a home. Second, he doubted his drunken uncle even knew he was missing… or even cared.

They had taken his drugs away. So, for the moment, he was stuck in his green skin. He couldn't risk letting his uncle realize that he was a mutant. Especially since his uncle had just recently joined a local anti-mutant group.

"I wanted to ask you about these?" Charles was out of his wheel chair and sitting comfortably across from Todd. He was holding the four, metal cylinders he had taken from his passenger earlier.

Todd looked at his lost possessions… he wanted them back. "They're suppressants."

"Suppressants?" Charles asked. He could have just probed Todd's mind, but they still had a while on the drive to the mansion and he hated uncomfortable silences.

"Yeah. I did some volunteer testing at a lab facility run by a Dr. McCoy. A Hank McCoy… I believe that was his first name."

"Yes, I have heard of him before." Charles had more than heard of him. Hank McCoy was in several of his classes in college.

"He's one of the leaders in the 'Mutant Suppressant' movement among scientists." Todd continued. "He developed this drug that was suppose to suppress you mutant powers and make you more human. He needed volunteers… so I did.

The drug worked wonders. For the first time, in a long time, I was normal.

At first the drug worked for 24 hrs. I would juice up each morning before going to school."

"At first?" Charles questioned.

"My body started adapting or something. The effect wouldn't last as long. It would take bigger and bigger dosages for it to even start working.

And then one day, when I returned to the lab to get my weekly supply, McCoy told me the project was over. The results had been disappointing.

He had always said that all this was just research, but… I think he had a more personal reason. He seemed to upset when the project failed."

"If the project is over, why do you still have these?" Charles held the cylinders up again.

"I wasn't prepared to just give up being normal. I found a way to break in the lab and steal some of the drugs he had kept locked up.

I was going to make another run next week, but it's kind of pointless now. I can't go back to school or my friends now." Todd slouched down in his seat and glanced out the window. "Is that it?" He asked.

"Yes, that's it." Charles spoke with excitement in his voice and a smile on his lips.

The mansion was late 19th century design, two stories, and covered about 22 thousand square feet and rested on 12 acres of land.

It was the biggest thing Todd had ever seen.

There was a boy standing by the curb, with a wheel chair next to him, waiting for the limo to pull up. He looked 18, had slightly long, ruffed up hair, and had side burns growing on his face that were barely in the school dress code.

Todd recognized him from the halls at school, and his English class. 'Logan?' He thought. 'He's a mutant?'

The limo pulled up to the drive way and Logan opened the door next to Xavier. "Need a hand Professor?" He chimed in.

"If you had asked me that a year ago the answered would have been no." Charles grabbed Logan's hand and was helped into the wheel chair. "Logan, this is Todd Matthews. I believe you know him from school. He will be staying with us for a while."

"Whatever you say Xavier." Logan watched as Todd crawled out of the limo. It was a pathetic sight to him. The kid had an arm in a sling, bandages around his torso and walked with a limp.

"Please so him up to his room Logan."

"Sure thing. This way Sir." Acting like a butler he preformed a slight bow and stretched his arm out toward the mansion.

The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful then the outside. Todd's eyes had never been so big in awe. Chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling and expensive looking furniture resting in all the side rooms the pair passed along the way.

It was the grand staircase that caught Todd's attention the most. It had pearl, white, marble steps and bronze arm rails on the side.

"The far left hallway belongs to the girls. And the far right hallway is ours." Logan spoke as the two reached the top of the stairs. "The professor doesn't believe in coed bunking."

"The Professor?" Todd questioned. "Why do you call Xavier that?"

"I don't really know." Logan answered. "It just seems to fit. The guy studied medicine and a bunch of other stuff in college. He's the smartest guy I know."

"He's the smartest guy we all know." A girl's voice interrupted. "Hello Todd."

"Hello… Jean." Todd barley managed to get out.

Jean smiled. "It's nice to have you staying with us." She smiled again and walked off down the steps. Todd's eyes followed.

"Easy boy." Logan teased. "She's taken."

"Logan… why do you guys stay here anyway?" It had been the question plaguing Todd's mind since the offer at the hospital.

"Different reasons. You room is down here." Logan started walking off. Todd followed.

"Charles is Scott's uncle. He was given custody when Scott's parents died in a plane crash. Ororo is an exchange student from Africa. The Professor says she has unique powers."

"Ororo?"

"You'll see you at dinner. She seems to stay out back in the garden a lot." He continued on. "Jean's parents are ashamed off her and practically disowned her. The professor is offering her shelter and teaching her to manage her powers. He's teaching all of us to manage our powers."

"And you?"

"I'm cursed."

"What?"

Logan laughed. "Nothing. I have amnesia over certain events in my past. When I ran into the Professor in Northern Canada he said he would try to help me recover my memories if I promised to go to school, help around the mansion, and stay out of trouble."

"How does he plan to do that?"

"He has mind reading powers Todd… didn't he tell you?"

"No… No he left that part out."

"Here's your room." The two stopped at the fourth door down in the far right hallway.

Charles was heading his way to his office. He had a visitor.

He wasn't expecting anyone today, but he had felt his presence on the journey from the hospital.

It was someone he knew would show up sooner or later. He had hoped it would always be later. Much later.

He reached the door to his office, opened it and rolled in.

There was a man standing behind Xavier's desk and looking out the large window over looking the garden. He was dressed in blue khakis and a read sweater.

"Hello Charles. Long time no see." The man smiled as he turned around to face his old mentor.

"Hello Erik."