Gen looked into Jean's eyes and shook her blurry vision from her lenses. "Yeah," she rubbed her eyes. She threw herself off of the bed and stood in front of Jean. "This is a school?"

Jean smiled. "Yes, it sure is." Jean stood and put her hands on Gen's shoulder. "Would you like a tour?"

Gen nodded and watched as Jean got her a wheelchair. She sat in it painfully and let her hands fall to the arm rests.

Jean locked the Medical Facilities door behind her and continued to push Gen. She walked past some of the classroom. They could both here the teacher's laugh and lecture. Gen looked to her hands, flashbacks echoed through her head.

Please? Please? He begged. He fell to the floor.

Gen rubbed her eyes and looked to Jean. "Main staircase, upstairs: where most of the children here sleep. Yours is down here for now. Just until you get a little better." Jean smiled. "Here we have the kitchen, the living room, lecture halls… Everything that we need in a school, and just a little more."

Gen noticed a girl walk past them, and tilt her head. "Jean?" She asked, her southern accent could be clearly heard.

"Rogue…" Jean stopped Gen's wheelchair as the girl, Rogue, came up to them. Her hair was all dark brown, except for one strand of pure white. It was kind of cool. Gen liked it. Her eyes were bright green, and she wore a beautiful silk blue dress. She could see the glossy shoes beneath the train. Her hands and arms were laced with the white gloves. "Hi, I'm Rogue." Gen looked to her, noticing she was staring off into space.

"Hello, I am Gen; pleased to meet you." Rogue smiled and shook her hand. "How do you like it so far? This is a pretty cool place. Hot guys." She winked and smiled as a boy came up behind her and put his hands around her waist. "Bobby!" She laughed, in surprise.

"I can't help it. You are so beautiful." Bobby said, touching her soft hair. He looked over to Gen. "Hello, Miss. I am Bobby," he walked over, took her hand gently and kissed the top of it. "Welcome to the School of Freaks."

Gen laughed slightly as Bobby was whapped by both Jean and Rogue. "Bobby, you know what this place is… Don't call it that."

"What?" He asked innocently. "It's true. We all know it, we just need to joke about it." He put his hand around Rogue's waste again. She smiled.

"Okay, guys." Jean said, grabbing the handles for the wheelchair. "Get a room…"

Gen looked to Bobby's eyes. "I already do!" He laughed, throwing his head back. Gen liked the sound of laughter, she hadn't heard it in so long.

Jean walked her slowly away from the couple as they waved Good-bye. "Sorry about those two. Their silly sometimes."

"I have no problem with silly. It is good to hear the happiness in someone's voice."

They continued on. She looked around seeing the room around her, seeming a little strange. Of Coarse everything here was strange to her; even her own body. She looked to a blue-haired/blue-skinned fellow. He was concentrating intently on the formulas on the table before him. He was muttering to himself as Jean pulled up to him.

"Hank?" Jean asked. He raised his head sharply from his work.

The first thing that Gen noticed about him: three fingered hands. She smiled slightly looking into his cat-like eyes. She looked to him; the blue tint of his skin reflecting the light to her eyes. He smiled and looked to her.

"Well, My dear. You must be the Gen I have been hearing so much about." He stepped from the stool and stood up and looked into her eyes. "So beautiful, Child."

Gen could feel her cheeks starting to rose up a little. "Hello, Hank… Nice to meet you." Her hand met his and he put his other on top.

"Your hands, so soft. Like an angels." He smiled and kissed her head gently. "Welcome to my Laboratory." He threw out his hands, indicating all of the chemicals around him. Gen looked to all the colors; the pinks, blues, and greens. So colorful. "If you need any help, Gen, you can come straight to me. I may look scary, but I am a complete sweetheart."

Gen smiled. "As I have noticed." She could see he blushed himself.

"I will let you go on your way now, Miss Gen. I am very glad that I have met you this day." He smiled and waved as they both left the labs.

Gen smiled slightly and let her body fall back into the chair completely. She looked to a door in front of her opening.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Jean, I didn't see you there." The woman's voice was soothing; almost like Jean's. Her eyes were dark brown and her hair was white, down to almost the floor. Her skin was tan and her eyes were staring into Gen's.

"Hello, Gen. I am glad to finally meet you. I am Ororo Munroe. Most people around here call me Storm. Maybe if you come with us one day, you'll understand why." She shook her hand. Gen could feel the power pulsating through Storm's veins. She was strong, and she could control it.

"I am sorry, but I have to excuse myself. The Professor would like to see all of us today, at 8 O'clock. He says every one of us must come. Including you, Gen." She smiled at her then turned for the stairs.

Gen yawned, putting her hand to her mouth. "Bored already, are we?" Gen laughed, and looked back at Jean. "No, just tired… Tired from all this walking." Both of them laughed as they went back to the kitchen.

"Would you like something to eat?" Jean asked, opening the fridge.

Gen sighed. "I am not that very hungry."

"Well you must eat something, my dear." She handed her an apple. "Is that okay?"

Gen grabbed it and placed it to her lips. She took a bite out of the juicy fruit. "Oh yeah…" She nodded, chewing the skin of the apple.

Jean sat across from her, examining her nails. "I need to ask you now… Are you going to stay here?" Her voice was full of excitement and wonder.

"Well…" Gen took a bite out of the apple. "You saved me. Professor Xavier tells me that he can help me control my.." She coughed. "My powers." Jean nodded.

"That we can do."

"I can't go back to my home… They will kill me if I go back. I guess I have no choice. But I wouldn't mind staying here, just a little bit longer." Gen smiled and took another bite of the apple.

"Good, I am glad you chose to stay. This school is a great place to learn about yourself, your powers, and how to control them. Believe me, I grew up here."

"Really?" Gen asked, placing the finished apple into the trash can beside her.

Jean nodded. "I was one of the first students here. Xavier taught me how to control my powers. Even taught me some new ones."

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you powers?" Gen asked, feeling a little awkward asking.

"Well, look besides you."

Gen did as she was told and saw another apple hovering in mid-air. She looked to Jean. "Wow, you can do that without being mad and stuff?" She grabbed the apple and placed it on the table.

"Yes, I can." Jean's eyes narrowed. "You have many powers, don't you?"

Gen nodded, looking at her hands. "Some I don't want."

"Well, once you learn to control them, you will learn to accept them; value them; cherish them. They aren't curses, their gifts. Xavier will teach you how to control them, without going all berserk." She smiled and placed the apple in her hands and took a bite out of it. "You're right. They are juicy."

Gen's eyes widened. "How? Wha-?" She sighed heavily and shifted in the chair. "You too, huh?" Jean nodded. "That's the only one I have learned to control. The others, I just couldn't win."

Jean stood up, looking at her watch. "Yeah, well, one out of a few, isn't that bad in my book." She smiled. "It's almost 8 o'clock. Time to go meet the others."