Chapter Three: Now All Our Fears Will Disappear

Xavier gave a glance around to those in the Medical Lab after he pulled away from Anna's brainwaves. Scott looked rather bored, Hank was checking on Mystique over in the next bed, and Anna just lay there resting in her bed with eyes still shut and locked in her own world.

That had been an interesting experience. Most of the time things are either chaotic in someone else's head, at least when he first meets them, or he's not welcome. Anna seemed to not mind him at all, and the fact that he met her in a church, well that was just different. The only one whose mind lay in a church was Kurt's.

"Professor? Are you okay?" Came the question from Scott once he noticed that Xavier's eyes were opened once more, and he was now out of the girls head.

Xavier gave a small reassuring grin. "I'm fine, I just seem to have more questions then answers now."

"Did she tell you how her lungs got to their current state?" Hank asked, glancing up from checking Mystiques vitals.

"Yes, she did in fact. According to her, she had been in a burning building." Xavier explained, watching as Hank gave a raise of a brow and a thoughtful nod, Scott meanwhile made a slight shocked noise.

"A burning building? Why was she in a burning building?"

"I didn't press her on matters. While she seems like a rather easy going person in her mind, I didn't want to close her off by more questions then needed." Xavier said, letting his wheelchair go backwards a bit before turning towards the door.

"Did she say anything about her powers?" Came the question from Hank, causing Xavier to pause before leaving the Medical lab. He sat there for a moment in silence, and both Scott and Hank had to wonder if he was going to say anything at all, until finally the Professor did speak up.

"Yes, she did. Apparently she can see ghosts like we thought, but unlike what Magneto seems to think, Anna—or rather Lucky as she said she would prefer to be called…cannot control the ghosts, or at least she cannot control most of them. She thinks she sees things on a different plane of reality thus why, she can see the ghostly figures."

Hank gave a slight gleeful sound, the blue furry mutant was always joyful when it came to pulling apart and examining another mutants powers. "I think the young girl may be right about that. Her mutation could give her vision that we just don't have…or something of the like."

Scott interrupted, "But why would Magneto think that she can control the ghosts then?"

"That Scott, is a mystery yet to be solved."


Mystique had been playing hurt for awhile now. During the first few hours she was indeed in great pain – no thanks to that little brat. Now, she was just laying there on a pleasantly comfortable and warm bed, listening to the sounds of the Medical Wing, and waiting for it to be empty enough for her to make her way out.

There was no way she would be staying there, she knew the moment she'd wake up that the X-Men would be asking her question after question of Magneto's plan, and then when they were done would cart her off to prison. There was no way she would allow that.

Her thoughts were kept steady, blank enough, stable enough, so that Xavier wouldn't have a clue. The problem of course for her wasn't getting out of the mansion, that would be easy. No, the problem would be going back to Magneto. Surely he was displeased with her, after all she did get caught by Xavier, not to mention the boys obviously didn't bring back the cargo that the master of magnetism was expecting.

She fought the urge to give a sigh, laying there, listening, waiting, and trying to keep her wandering mind blank.


"So…the kid doesn't see into a different plain of reality then?" Logan grunted out his question, slightly confused over the whole situation, and even more pissed off thanks to the fact that just the thought of Magneto wanting to kidnap another girl made him think about seeing Marie unmoving after Magneto kidnapped her.

"Well, you see that's the interesting thing Logan. Her DNA structure, is odd, as most of our DNA structures are odd, that isn't necessary a new thing…but I've never seen anything like this before in my life. After Charles told us that the girl thought she seen into a different plain, well that got me to thinking—"

Hank was busy explaining a new theory on the girls power, and he was quite excited about it. Although Logan, and a few of the other X-Men gathered in Xavier's office were just wishing he'd speak in normal terms. Logan and Remy had both been lost with the words "DNA structures", Kurt was trying to follow with what look like a confused wince on his face, while Ororo, Scott, and Xavier seemed to listen to Hanks ranting on with no problem at all.

"Hank, as much as we'd all like to listen to the genetic breakdown of the girls DNA…for the sake to some of our members that don't know as much about the human body as you, could you please explain things…in terms that all of us could understand?" Came the question from Xavier, already picking up on everyone's confusion or understanding of the situation.

Hank frowned, yet nodded anyway. "Well, in simple terms…the girls mutation is simply that she is in two plains of reality at once."

"Two at once? How is that even possible?" Ororo asked, a rather wide-eyed expression on her face.

Hank simply turned to the chalk board that sat in the professors office, usually used for notes that the professor had to make during the school day, but now was being used by Hank who was busy drawing a stick figure in a dress, several other stick figures nearby her with X's marked above their head, and round circles everywhere in the background.

"Okay, as far as I can assume…the girl." He started, pointing at the stick figure in the dress, "is not only a part of our reality…we being the one with the X's above our heads…but apart of the Ghosts reality as well…those would be the circles. Now, it is my opinion that people leave behind their energy in some instances of death, which results in ghosts. These ghosts walk…the same world as we do, but…are simply going by different rules, they can bend their reality to make it their own, thus why Anna's ghostly friend was able to throw Mystique with such force."

"I still don't understand." Came the collective voice from Kurt and Logan.

"Well…" Hank started, as his paw like hand erased the stick figures with the X's above their head, "Anna, is present in our reality, but she has the same energy as a ghost would have, thus why her DNA is so odd. Thus why, she can see ghosts, and thus why, she can exist in that plain of reality as well as ours."

"So, de' petite is a ghost then?" Remy asked, pushing the sunglasses he wore up his nose a bit.

"No, she just…her energy, her life force…well can be placed in both realities. Like I said, ghosts are just energy of a certain person left behind. And, well…Anna's mutation is to tap into that energy, tap into the other reality, thus eventually being between this reality and the next. So, the result is that she can see the dead, and the dead can see her clearly—know that she sees them because her energy is akin to theirs. I'm also assuming, that eventually she might be able to tap into the powers that ghosts are able to use, since her body is between here and there." Hank sighed, and gave a shrug. "It's a complicated thing, talking about ghosts. I never really believed in them myself, and it's more mystical then scientific, so it truly is hard to peg down."

"So, in short then. Anna's mutation is to draw in the energy that ghosts have, thus resulting in her being between realities, and eventually she'll gain access to those powers that the ghosts have tapped into?" Scott summed up, and Hank nodded.

It truly was hard to explain, at least from a scientific point of view ghosts were things that usually were considered make believe. So, someone having a power that let them draw energy from the make believe and be able to live in a make believe world, well…it was just unusual.

For a moment no one said anything, all of those in the room trying to figure out exactly what this meant for them. If Hank was right, if the girl was eventually able to use ghostly powers, then she'd be an asset to the team in the long run.

Then suddenly Xavier turned his attention to the door, frowning as he sensed a rather large disturbance. A frightened disturbance. "I do believe that Anna has awoken…we should get down there as soon as possible."


I woke up to be greeted by an unwelcome bright light, everything was bright after having my eyes closed for who knew how long. My chest however didn't hurt, but thanks to a rather bothersome pain in my arm as I quickly sat up to see where I was. Glancing down towards the pain in my arm I realized that it was a needle, and probably full of glorious and wonderful painkillers that no one should ever be without.

Swallowing however, that was painful…or maybe not painful, just uncomfortable. I could feel that my throat was swollen, and I knew that was thanks to both coughing so much, and from having my throat nearly crushed.

It took me a moment to blink back blurry vision before I was able to see that I was in what looked like a hospital room and a doctors office all in one. My brows raised in surprise, apparently that Xavier guy from my dream was really a telepath, and I really was in his school.

At least that's where I hoped I was at. For a moment I just sat there, rather uncomfortable in the fact that I was currently in a hospital type gown, and knowing that someone had to depart me of my clothes and coat. I could only pray they were around here somewhere.

So what if my shirt is probably covered in my blood, and will be stained forever. It would still be better then wearing this gown. Thus the reason that I slowly started to pull that needle out of the crook of my arm.

Now, for all those people out there that have never done this before. I don't suggest it. Pulling a needle out of your arm without any medical knowledge, or practical knowledge, is not a good idea. It stung, and I'm pretty sure that taking away the pain medication that the needle provided me with would end up as a bad idea…but I wanted my clothes.

Then I wanted to go home.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently, because the moment I slipped out of that bed I had been laying in, I realized two things. I have no idea where I am exactly, other then the idea that I might be at this Xavier guy's place. The second thing, was far more worse then the first…I was surrounded by dead people.

Not just any kind of dead people.

Dead guys that were in solider uniforms.

Could my life get any better?

This is where I yet again inform myself that my life sucks as I scramble away from the group of ghosts. I'm left wondering why the Hell there are so many soldiers of ghosts here, I'm also left wondering if they want to kill me yet. This is why I hate my powers. Sure, sometimes its cool to see ghosts and all that. Then, other times, when the ghosts can see you too…well that sort of thing gets old fast.

The situation wasn't being helped by the draft I felt from my backside. Damn, stupid hospital gowns. "H…hi." Was rasped out, making me feel the need for a cough drop—or a million cough drops.

The soldiers collectively looked at each other for a moment, before walking straight towards me. I did get to notice that one of them walked through the bed I had been in. Which either means that these ghosts haven't gotten in touch with their ghostly powers, or that he has gotten in touch with his powers and chooses to walk through objects.

Sometimes I wish ghosts would come with a sign, you know a "I'm a year dead." Or "200 years dead, avoid me at all costs, because I'll tear your heart out and beat you with it!" flashing sign above their head.

Instead I'm forced to guess, and forced to push myself up against a wall hoping that they really didn't want me for anything. Maybe they were just surprised I could see them? I really wanted my coat now, it had what I needed to protect myself in it. You'd be surprised what a circle of salt around yourself can protect you from.

Instead I'm left standing there, wishing, hoping, and praying that they are just shocked little soldiers that will leave me alone. It's at this point, as I'm leaning on the freezing cold wall, experiencing a draft, and having solider boys make their way towards me when the door opens.

All the solider boys freeze in spot, and in my opinion became rather rageful. This lead me to blink, once, twice, and then glance over towards the door. The Xavier guy was there, complete with a wheel chair, huh, go figure. Not to mention he apparently travels in a posse' that consists of two blue fellows, one looking so soft and fuzzy that I'm almost tempted to run to him and tell him to read me a bed time story, not to mention he is in a lab coat and shorts…I wish I had a teddy bear like him when I was growing up.

The other blue guy was well, demonish, and trust me I hate to admit it, but his looks scared me, although not as much as the rage those solider boys felt. Next to the blue demon, was a dark skinned woman complete with…hair that looked like mine, albeit hers was better kept, longer, and had that 'my hair is better then your hair shine' that one can only get by washing their hair everyday, in perfectly warm water, and then combing it. Unlike me and my lack of stable days, the ick water, and then the 'aw, what the hell, I'm not taking the time to comb this mess' look that I sport.

Then there were the three men that were the ones to interrupt my fight with blue lady, who was no where to be seen, so I'm left assuming that they and her don't work together. One of the men is the one that the soliders are looking at, and I don't just mean looking at—they are glaring at the man with the wild looking hair, and the muscular build.

He's the one that killed them.

At least that's what I'm guessing.

"Anna?" Came the voice of Xavier, sounding a lot like he had in my dream he invaded.

"Luc…lucky." I reminded him, although I wasn't feeling very lucky at that moment. My hands reached behind me to close that gap in the gown. While no one could see my backside yet, I wasn't going to take any chances. Especially with the guy in the sunglasses looking at me with a rather amused expression on his face. Pervert.

"I'm sorry, Lucky. Are you alright?" Xavier asked me, and I let my gaze fall back towards the Soliders who while were still angry, were leaving. Looks like I know who to stick with to get those ghosties to leave me alone. I just hope the gruff man doesn't kill me too.

"F..fine. Cl..cl..clothes?" I ask him, I'll feel a bunch better when I'm in clothes. My own clothes. Leaving.

"Hank?" Xavier glanced towards the fuzzy blue teddy bear, who nodded moving towards a small drawer nearby, pulling out what looks like a sweat suit. I shake my head.

"M..mine?"

"Are in the wash, your shirt was covered in blood. I didn't think you'd want it to stain." Came the voice of the white haired woman, and I blinked for a moment wide eyed…they didn't put my coat in the wash either did they?

"Your coat is fine, but I do think that you should sit down. You've had a trying time." Xavier told me, and I frowned. How come I got the feeling they were going to not let me leave anytime soon?

There were a few minutes in which several things happened, one Xavier was right (I'm suddenly get the feeling that the man is right a lot) I did have a trying time, and I was pushing it without that pain medication, and by walking around. After a moment when I was going to open my mouth to ask if I would be able to leave anytime soon, I instead was quickly rushing towards the ground.

The pervert, I have yet to learn his name, but his looking at me through sunglasses just seems perverted doesn't it? Came to my rescue. He had easily managed to grasp me before I smashed my head open on the floor.

"Really petite, if y'wanted t' get Remy's attention, y'coulda jus' talked t' him instead o' faintin' on 'im."

I was charmed. Yep.

But I was also quickly coming to the realization that for the moment I was in his arms, my backside was completely exposed. I really would have liked to melt into a puddle of nothing thanks to that. I was placed back into that bed, and Perv—I mean Remy gave a pat to my head. He was grinning like a fool. If Frank had been there with me, Remy wouldn't have any teeth left.

I swear. But…his grin is a good feature…so maybe not his. Ugh. Charm. It's dripping from him.

"Remy…" Xavier said, in the background causing Remy to frown at me and give a sigh before departing from my side.

"I think my dear, that it would be in your best interest if you stayed in bed for a few days." Had been told to me by the fuzzy teddy bear named Hank who was currently stabbing me in the vein with that needle I had ripped out earlier.

I frowned, and glanced over to Xavier who was now closer to my bedside then I thought—along with his posse. What was he? A rapper or something?

"W..work." I mumbled out. Depending on what time it was, I could have been really late for work. To tell you the truth, I couldn't afford to be late for work again. While Kelly always made sure I was up on time, other ghosties on the way to work could sometimes get in the way. And I can't exactly tell my boss that 'Well, I would have been here on time, but I was helping out this ghost move on to the afterlife…'

Yeah.

In a hundred years that might work…but not now, therefore…I needed to go, had to work, bring home the bacon, make a paycheck, buy chicken ramen, pay rent. Ah, the life…

Sucks.

"I have already called and let your employer know that you are currently in the hospital." Xavier told me, and I blinked. Hmm, apparently the man got more information when he went into my head then I knew.

"So…soliders?" I asked finally. Already knowing that he knew of my mutation, at least he wouldn't look at me like I was insane if I told him about the ghosts. The hairy man growled.

"What do you mean Lucky?" It wasn't Xavier that asked this time, instead it was the third of the three men that had originally 'saved' me, in sunglasses much akin to Remy's, only his were red. What the hell is up with these people and their sunglasses?

"G..ghosts, of soliders…lots. Angry."

"We were attacked a little over a year ago, and sadly in order to stay alive some of our attackers had to meet their ends." Classy, really. This Xavier guy could probably say something about farting and make it sound like the cream of the crop. I wish I could talk like that.

I nodded at his answer nonetheless, but I did wonder about the reason they were attacked by soliders…didn't those guys usually work for the Army or something anyway? The nodding was followed by a yawn, apparently that stuff Hank the teddy bear put into that needle was potent stuff.

"I think that we shall be leaving you to rest now."

I moved my hand, the one with the arm that didn't have the needle in it, and pointed towards Mr. Hairy. He arched a brow, and Xavier glanced over towards him, as well as the others, and Mr. Hairy rolled his shoulders as if to say 'what? I didn't do it…'

"That's Logan." Xavier told me, in a tone that was akin to what someone would use to tell a four year old about where babies came from. I frowned.

"S..stay."

"I dun' think so kid…Not much of a babysitter."

Xavier now looked at me in question while Logan simply looked uncomfortable at the prospect of staying. "Why do you need Logan to stay?"

"S..soilders don't l…like him. H..e..scares them." It's at this point I want my voice back. Really seriously, this whole raspy stutter thing is getting annoying.

"And, if he isn't here the soliders will come back then? Could they harm you?"

Of course they could harm me! Duh! Why did he think I wanted gruffy-mac-gruff to stay with me? He scared the ghosts, the ghosts couldn't get to me if he was here with me while I slept. I mean, sure the ghosts might just want me to play Parcheesi with them, but they look like an angry bunch…and if they don't (and I'm now pretty sure they don't) know how to use their ghostly powers, then they might as well just kill the only person they can right now, right?

I nodded, Logan sighed, and Xavier waved his hand at a chair for Logan to sit in. Well, least I won't die while I sleep. And trust me, I was on the brink of sleep. The last thing I heard before I fell into blissful sleep, was Hank—at least that's who it sounded like going, "Hmm, it seems that Mystique has gotten out…"


AN: Okay, so the explanation Hank gave on Lucky's powers was pretty much horrid. This is mostly thanks to my lack of knowing how to explain them in science. But pretty much the jest of it is this: Lucky has the mutation to draw in ghostly energy, therefore she can walk among the dead, and the dead can interact with her as they would interact with other ghosties (thus the reason the dead can touch/harm her). It is also because of this that she may or may not be able to use ghostly powers in the long run.

Also, to note, that Kurt won't talk a lot in this story, mostly because I can't do German accents that well. Speaking of accents, I suck with Remy's, and for that I'm sorry. There will eventually be an explanation over why he is at the mansion later too.

Next Up: Xavier explains to Lucky about Magneto being after her, which is the reason that she can't exactly leave yet. She meets more members of the school, ends up annoying Logan because she insists on following him around.