Okay, I can really get this thing moving now that I'm back in school. My own computer doesn't have the right software on it, and that save as thing isn't working. Long story, so here it goes.

Ashley was sitting in a box in an alleyway. It was raining outside. What was that noise? It sounded awfully like a jet plane. A jet plane? Flying that low? Ashley peeked out of her cardboard home, and sure enough there was a private jet landing strait on the building above her. What the heck?

Four people emerged from the plane, and jumped off the roof. "These people are insane," Ashley thought, but then they just floated down safely to the ground. It was as if they were carried by the wind.

When Jean, Cyclops, and Rouge were all safely planted on the ground, Storm relaxed. Cyclops, noticing the small girl, took charge, "Is your name Ashley?"

Ashley quickly dived for the box. Her mind was racing. "They knew my name? Were they the police looking for runaways? What if they found out what I can do? Oh crap."

Cyclops stepped around the box and looked Ashley in the eyes. "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you. We just want to help. If you come with us-" Cyclops reached out a hand for her, but she pulled a way so fast that she knocked over the box.

After she stood up she stuttered, "Are you guys the police?" She had never seen police wear such weird uniforms.

Jean smiled, "No, sweetie, were from, have you ever heard of the-"

"God, a guy can't even take a pee around here without getting left behind. I was only in the bathroom for two minutes, and you guys start without me. Anyone mind getting me down?"

Jean rolled her eyes, "I'll do it." Wolverine was levitated down the side of the building. It was clear he didn't like the feeling of falling. He kept wobbling all the way down. "Anyway, as I was saying, We are from the-" Ashley's eyes grew really big at the sight of Wolverine.

"What is it?" Cyclops asked. Then he noticed what she was staring at and laughed, "Oh, don't be afraid of Wolverine, here. I know he's big and scary, but he doesn't even have his claws out yet. Wait until that happens, the show off."

Storm nudged him in the ribs, "That's probably not the best thing to tell her. What's the matter with you, Wolverine?"

His eyes were as wide as Ashley's, "Jessica?"

"No, I'm Ashley, but you're Wolverine. I remember you from somewhere, but-" Ashley said.

"We met at Weapon X, but don't try to force any memories to come out. Believe me, you'll get one hell of a head ache." Wolverine advised. Could this really be the Jessica he met three years ago? The shrimpy little five year old that was always happy and annoyingly perky? Well until...

Ashley was very confused. What was he talking about? Don't try to force any memories? It wasn't like they had been erased or anything. "You called me Jessica. Why?"

Wolverine sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't get into all that. We can ask Chuck about it when we get back, but let's just say Jessica is a name you used to go by."

"You guys know each other?" Cyclops was confused.

Ashley was even more puzzled, "Wolverine, Who are these people and who is Chuck?" She was referring to this strange man like they were good friends. Why did she trust him so much? It was not a good thing to trust people like that without getting to know them.

"You mean you didn't even tell her who you guys were?" Wolverine glared at Cyclops. "Jess, I mean Ashley, have you ever heard of the X-men?"

Ashley's eyes narrowed, "You mean the mutants that are ter-"

"You don't want to go by what you've heard from the humans or newspapers, trust me," Jean said.

"Are you guys the X-men?"

"Yes," Storm smiled, "Sorry about the forgotten introduction, but how about you come with us?"

"Am I a mutant?" Ashley said terrified, "No, I can't go with you." She backed away from the group.

"Please," Jean offered, "We can help."

"No!" Ashley screamed, "I can't be around people. You wouldn't understand."

Rouge, quiet until now, spoke up. This was all too familiar. "Some of us can understand. Just calm down, the professor can really help. He's helping me."

"No!" Ashley yelled again, "How could you ever understand?"

Cyclops sighed, "I can see this isn't going to be easy. Rouge, why don't you give her a little touch, huh?"

"What?" Storm asked, "There's got to be another way."

"Xavier wanted us to bring her for a reason. I think this is it," he explained.

Rouge was already pulling off her glove. She hated doing this. When she reached out for Ashley's hand, Ashley took off down the alley way. Luckily, it was a dead end.

"Please, don't do this." Ashley cried. Too late. Rouge had already grabbed her forearm. Both girls stared at their arms. Ashley closed her eyes tight, hoping nothing would happen. Rouge drew in a breath hoping that something would. Nothing ever did. Both of them were amazed. Why didn't the other one pass out or drop dead or something.

"Listen," Rouge said, still not letting go, "Come with us. If anything you'll get a good meal, and a nice warm shower. Because it's still raining." She said the last bit rather loudly.

"Oh, sorry." Storm yelled. The sky cleared up.

She wanted answers. Why didn't Rouge... Was it because she could resist them, or had her evil power real gone away? Ashley looked down at her arm, and Rouge finally let go, "Okay, but if I want to leave?"

Wolverine came up behind her, "You can leave."

They all piled into the jet and headed toward Westchester.

So that's that chapter. FYI: I'm not sure when, but sooner or later I'm going to start calling Ashley, Jessica. I don't want anyone getting confused. So keep reading and please review. The story really gets good at chapter five, and that's only two away.