A/N I know I'm updating mucho quick-o! But Sky is a slave driver –le glare- but she wants to be introduced soon. So I guess I'm doing the intro then it'll be her point of view or as it hereafter known as POV.

"We are the X men. You are in my mansion" Charles explained as the girl blinked again. "Er yeah" She nodded and backed up even more, wincing at the movement.

"You are probably not strong enough for such an action" Beast said as the girl opened her eyes wildly and clutched a necklace- a blue chord with a oval with a blue wave over moonstone.

"Please don't hurt me" She murmured and Charles' placating reply was cut off by Kurt leaping into the room and his eyes wide at the girl on the bed.

"Herr Professor" He said hurriedly, lapsing back into German. "Der is a frauleine" He looked to the X Men and began to run away.

"She is unconscious"

While everyone's attention had been on the first girl, another one had been arriving. "AAAAAH! OH MY GOD!" It was funny that the shout attracted no one's attention, considering the ear-splitting decibel level.

The teenager did a faceplant in the grass, and sat up very quickly. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she whispered, holding her wrist very carefully, since it was at an unnatural angle. "This is bad, this is bad..." Then she happened to look around. "...Where the hell am I?"

"Bad bad bad bad," she babbled to herself, looking around and freaking out even more. "And to top it all off I broke my glasses... or someone's glasses."

"HEY!" she yelled, deciding that talking to others would probably get her a lot farther than talking to herself. "I NEED SOME SERIOUS HELP HERE! ...besides the fact that I'm not even sure who I am..." she added in a whisper.

And that was when Kurt's better-than-normal hearing picked up the screams.

In the med lab, Kurt had just finished explaining this. "I think she's hurt... she had a bunch of broken glass by her and her wrist looked... funny."

Kurt led them outside, to where the girl was still sitting on the lawn, cradling her wrist. "Oh, good, people," she said, sounding rather dazed, blinking at them with pale blue eyes. She was wearing a hat, and messy brown curls spilled out from under it.

Hank went over and helped her up. She held away her wrist, with an "I think it's broken... heheh, deja vu all over again... and oh, dear, now I'm going into shock."

"Did you know..." she prattled on, looking fascinatedly at Hank, "that you're blue? ...At least I think so... you're just a big blue blur... maybe those were my glasses... ah, well."

Hank led the still-babbling girl into the med lab, instructing her to sit down. "Righteo, Cap'n Blue."

"I'm Mr. McCoy," he explained. "Can I see your wrist?" She held it out obligingly enough, with the air of someone who'd been through it all before.

"I would imagine so," Hank agreed, looking amused.

"Don't gimme that look, Cap'n Blue," she warned. "I'm a medical emergency here!"

"And what's your name?" Hank added, checking her pulse.

"...That's a very good question," she agreed. "I was just wondering that myself."

"Hey!" she said, suddenly dropping her calm demeanor as she spotted the other girl. "Who's that?"

"We don't know," Hank admitted, now lightly twisting her wrist.

"I'll jerk away if you keep doing that," she warned. "It really hurts."

"Who the hell is she?" came the British accent from the other bed. Unnoticed, Angel stood in the shadows watching over her as the girl glared. "Is she a nutter like the rest of you?

"Why, yes, I'm a nutter, thank you for asking," the girl agreed with a drunken giggle. "I can tell I'm gonna like her," she added in a stage whisper to Hank. "And that hurts!"

"Yes, yes, I know, but you should be glad this is your worst injury," Hank said, releasing her wrist. He nodded at the Brit. "She fell into the pool and almost drowned."

"Well, I can't swim for spit either, so we should get along!"

"I can swim… I think," snapped the Brit. "Didn't you hear him? I fell into the pool."

The girl blinked, apparently stumped as how to reply (for once).

"I'm going to splint this," Hank went on, pointing at her wrist. "Hold still."

"I know the drill... I do?" she added, apparently asking the question of herself. She blinked, and held out her wrist again.

She made various little squeaky noises as Hank carefully adjusted her wrist before slipping it into a makeshift splint. "I'll take an x-ray later, when things have calmed down."

"Do they ever?" Warren asked, speaking up for the first time.

"Is somebody there?" the girl asked, squinting. "Only, I can't see a thing. The wreckage that was my glasses (I think) is still outside."

The Brit rolled her eyes (a mannerism that went unnoticed) and asked of Angel, "Who are you, again?

A/N Half written by sky. Well mostly written by sky and is splendid! Review please!