Author's Note: Damn! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but no one said anything good to me. So I pouted for a while and then thought, "Whatever. Maybe they'll read it later." So here's a few more chapters for people to enjoy. It's better the second time around, I promise. -

Chapter 4: Egyptians Are the Best Shoppers

Suddenly, the old woman's voice disappeared, as well as the image, and a wave of psychic energy surged through the halls of the institution, wreaking havoc as it went. People were knocked over and things thrown about. Xavier caught most of the wave and was thrown backwards into a wall, falling out of his wheelchair. Almost instantly after, Logan kicked in the door in and saw Xavier on the floor.

"Professor! What happened? Did she do that?"

He ran over and helped Xavier back into his chair.

"No. No, Logan. I'm fine. Just an accident. This young woman has a strong mental block on her."

Logan looked at the pale-faced, quivering Alara. His eyes softened.

"Hey kiddo," he said in a soft voice. "You okay?"

She looked over at him blankly.

"Yeah."

"Logan," Xavier said, "This is a mutant's offspring. She shares the same genes as Amon Nakia. She's a descendant of Apocalypse."

Logan's eyes widened.

"Really? Is she a mutant?"

Xavier smiled.

"Well, I haven't asked her yet."

Alara blinked and shook her head slightly, as if she had just woken up.

"Yes sir. I am a mutant," she said quietly.

Xavier and Logan looked at her interested.

"What can you do Miss Nakia?" Xavier asked.

She smiled.

"I can be as quiet as a mouse," she said, then quickly morphed into a black mouse. It squeaked and tilted its head. Then she turned back into a human.

"I can be as sly as a fox," she said, quickly morphing into a fox and turning back into a human a second later.

"I can be as gentile as a butterfly," she said, quickly turning into a black and green spotted butterfly.

"And I can… um… well that's… it," she finished, glancing about nervously.

"So you can change into anything." Logan said.

Alara shook her head.

"Only living things… I mean… only animals. And not plants," she said, shuddering. "I tried that once and was green for a week."

Xavier smiled.

"Are you sure that's it?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes," she answered, quickly, almost too quickly.

"So, do you have anywhere you need to be? A foster home perhaps?" he asked.

Alara shook her head again.

"Would you like to stay here?" Xavier asked.

Alara's face lit up and she clasped her hands together in front of her.

"Really?" she exclaimed.

Xavier smiled and nodded. Logan smiled as well and said, "We have plenty of room."

Alara spun around in a circle and shouted at the top of her lungs, "YAY! I HAVE A HOME!"

Then she turned slightly red.

"Sorry. I've never lived anywhere but a dumpster here and there."

Xavier nodded.

"It's not a problem. But this dumpster thing will not do. Logan, find a room for her and if you could, take her shopping for some clothes."

Logan nodded and walked over to Alara.

"Let's go. We have a lot of things to do."

Alara nodded obediently and followed Logan out the door, smiling wildly.

After a few hours of arguing between the two, Logan finally convinced Ororo to take Alara shopping. The two, at first, didn't talk much, but as soon as Ororo found that Alara had lived in Egypt for most of her life, they seemed as though they were the best of friends. They were at the mall for hours and hours, more talking about Egypt and less shopping, and as the sun began to set, they pulled out of the parking lot with the trunk full of bags. Ororo parked the car and helped Alara carry her bags back up to the building. The second that Ororo touched the front door, it swung open and Logan stood there, fuming.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BACK HOURS AGO!" he yelled at Ororo.

"They had great sales there and Alara and I had so much fun we just lost track of time so cool it Logan! You were the one who insisted I go anyways, remember?" Ororo replied calmly.

"I… YOU… I…" Logan tried to speak, but no reply came.

"Now, where is Alara going to stay?" Ororo asked.

"She gets her own room," Logan growled.

"Um… 'scuse me, but who's room was I in before? Cuz I liked that room."

Ororo and Logan looked at her as though she were insane.

"That was Kurt's room. You can't stay there," Logan said quickly.

"Why not?"

"Because girls and boys can't share rooms," Logan replied kurtly.

Alara looked disappointed.

"Oh."

Logan smiled.

"You'll like Kitty. She's pretty nice. She'll show you your own room. And you'll like the privacy. Normally you'd have to share a room," Ororo said, motioning in the direction of Kitty's room. "It's this way."

Alara nodded and started walking towards Katherine's room.

"I know where it is," she said.

Ororo and Logan looked at each other, confused.

"It's right here," she said, motioning to the fifth door in the hall.

Logan and Ororo nodded and Ororo walked over. Knocking on the door quickly, Ororo opened it and stepped inside.