Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Gwen and her story, no suing please!!!

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! Junior year in high school sucks, and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying through their teeth. Midterms do as well. I'll have the next one posted a lot faster.

Please do not get too excited. This is only a 'filler chapter'. This needed to happen, sorry.

Professor Xavier's office was a lot bigger than Gwen had remembered it being. She looked around the room, glancing at paintings on the wall, most of them landscapes from distant places, homey places Gwen had hardly ever known. Gazing out the window, Gwen watched as a few of the students began to make their way across the grass to the kitchens. Gwen shifted in her seat. She was scared of what the Professor would do with her. She tried to avoid the worst case scenario: getting kicked out, sent back to the orphanage, to her old school. Gwen didn't have the strength mentally to face them again, nor did she have the desire. She knew that at this very moment, they were probably laughing in victory.

A very ornate, old-looking clock on the wall ticked at every secound, the sound ringing in her ears as she tapped her fingers on the chair. Gwen sighed, it was only the beginning of her secound day and she was already in trouble, she did sort of bring it upon herself though.

Gwen jumped as the door suddenly opened and the sound of a mechanical wheel chair approached her from behind. Gwen sank into her seat, expecting the worst.

"It would be most appropriate if you sat up when meeting with someone, you never want them to think that you are scared." the professor stated as he positioned himself behind his desk, "Are you scared, Gwen?"

"Yes." Gwen mumbled in response.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to go back, I don't want to - I don't want to go back, to before."

Xavier smiled, he had already known the answer, but humoured her. "Why do you think you're going back?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably because I punched someone!" Gwen exclaimed, then mumbled to herself: "Besides, she had it coming."

"What was she doing to deserve this?"

"She was doing some crazy-ass-air-removal-thing on me." Gwen said to her knees. She had not looked at the professor at all since he'd come into the room. She obviously wanted to avoid the situation as much as was physically possible for her in her present predicament.

"Sorry?"

"You know, with her powers."

Though amused by her description of Kate's power, Xavier kept it too himself. Gwen was upset, it was as obvious as the bruise on her cheek, when it wasn't hidden behind her hair. Xavier brought his wheelchair around his desk so that he was next to Gwen, "Why did you hit her?"

"She was trying to kill me."

"Oh?"

"Listen, Professor, I'm really not trying to make enemies here." Gwen stood, walking over to the window, the same window she's looked out from when she'd been at her lowest; "The last thing I need right know are more enemies, more people to steer clear of."

"Why do you think that you will make enemies here?"

"Because, they're everywhere."

Xavier paused, taken aback by her comment. He had heard similar words come from many of the students, teens from all over who had shared familiar experiences of distrust and fear brought on by their peers. Her story was not different, and yet, it seemed so. While many of the students came ready to pick a fight with someone, Gwen came alone and scared. She feared the road ahead, what this place and the people here would do for, or to, her. She had never approached the school with optimism, only fear of what was looming ahead. Xavier had been hopeful when Gwen had opened up to Rogue, only to soon find out that there were many things Gwen was still hiding from her. She only wanted to be safe, to be rid of the demons that haunted her past, and the ones that would follow her forever.

"I don't trust anyone anymore because the people that I thought I could trust, turned on me in an instant, just because of who, of what I am."

"Does that fear relate to that mark on your face?"

"I don't really want to want to talk about it." she replied, still looking out the window, "Do you even understand?"

"I know this may come as a shock, but yes, I do."

Gwen looked over to the professor nervously; she opened her mouth as if to say something, but decided otherwise. In that moment, Gwen knew that, finally, she had found someone she could go to, someone to trust. They sat there, the two of them, in silence, understanding one another, knowing where the other came from, what they had experienced. Returning to lost gaze to the world outside, still somewhat uncertain of her fate at the school, she found some words to break the silence between them, "Are you, are you going to kick me out?"

Xavier smiled, "While I do not approve of such behavior between my students, Gwen, I assure you, you will not be packing your bags anytime soon."

Gwen turned to Xavier, "Are you serious?"

"You will have to apologize to Kate."

"What?! She doesn't deserve an apology! No way!" Gwen cried, "And what about me? I'm the one that could have died, you know."

"You appear to be in perfect health, Gwen, besides, you are not the one who will have to walk around with a black eye and sore nose."

"As long as I don't have to pay for her nose to be replaced . . . "

"Her nose will survive."

Gwen paused. Smirking, she turned to glance towards Xavier, "I left a mark?"

"One that I fear Dr. Grey will not be able to cover up at all." the professor said, "You are now excused."

As Gwen walked out of his office that morning, she could have sworn she saw a tiny smile creep across Professor Xavier's aged face.

Another A/N: Okay, so I went to see The Incredibles (great movie, btw) and I had an observation - the daughter, Violet, is practically the same character as Gwen! It was crazy, I was sitting there, watching the movie, and suddenly out pops Gwen! I practically shouted in the middle of the movie: "Damn you, Pixar! You stole my character! I'm suing your asses!" It's probably a good thing I did not, my companion would have shot me and then died of guilt. Do any of you readers, who have seen The Incredibles, notice this?

Remus Is Mine - See? She got into trouble, sort of. The next chapter will be a little more exciting than this one, I promise . . . Okay, I just was bored and read your profile and, DUDE! We have a lot in common! Bizarro!

ME - Thank you! Hope you liked this chapter!

Vanima Bliss - Thank you! How very kind! I try, I really do. Sorry this took forever and a half. Hope you liked!

A Lost Soul - Oh, you're very observant. I didn't even think about it that way. But that guess comes very close to future chapters . . . but the details are for me to know, and you to find out (cliché #5) . . . Anyhoo, a character would be great! I'll give you special recognition for it too! And more cookies! You like chocolate chip? I make really good ones . . . I'll send them to you . . . virtually . . . Um, (scratches head) how will that work out?

Diaz F - Pullyourself together woman! (or man, just to be safe) You'll find out the truth - eventually. Wow! Thanks a lot! I'm sorry for the late update, but I do, surprisingly, have something that slightly resembles a life and just couldn't get to writing it. Forgive me, please! (P.S. Bits and pieces will come together gradually as the story goes along, so, as my motto goes, Patience is a Virtue!)