Divine Source

Mutants: Kurt: Nightcrawler Marie: Rogue Remy: Gambit Ororo: Storm Bobby: Iceman Jean John: Pyro Scott: Cyclops Mystique
Logan: Wolverine Eric: Magneto Taylor: Ice
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the OC and the plot.

Chapter 4
Opening her eyes quickly, Taylor took deep breaths trying to block out the pain of her vision. She had to tell someone and soon. She closed her eyes once more and concentrated on sensing the professor. She continued to concentrate until she could actually see the professor in her mind's eye. She saw that he was sitting in his wheelchair behind his desk. He wasn't alone though. Bobby, Scott, and Logan were with him. Moments later she watched as Nightcrawler, Rogue, and Storm enter the room.
Once she was sure where everyone was, Taylor let the familiar sensation of orbing overtake her. She dematerialized from the infirmary and materialized inside the professor's office. She knew appearing in the same place as the two men who'd taken over her personality with theirs was risky. But she felt that she could control herself now that she knew what to expect and Kurt's life was more important than her powers spiraling out of control.

"Kurt's going be hurt!" was the first thing that Taylor let out of her mouth.
The professor, though still worried about Taylor's condition and her powers going out of whack, sat forward and gave Taylor his attention. Taylor almost wanted to laugh at the shocked expressions in front of her. She knew no one had ever seen anything like what she just did and she'd hoped to show them under less stressful circumstances.
"What do you mean?" Logan asked.
"Kurt," Taylor said. "He's going to be attacked by some guy, but I don't know who. I don't think he's alone because I saw the X-jet. It was very cold, there was a forest, lots of water, and I saw mountains in the background."
"Okay, slow down. Take a deep breath and tell us exactly what happened."
"I had a vision that Nightcrawler is going to get killed or hurt really badly and seeing as how neither of those is good I thought you should know. He was fighting a man, there were mountains in the background. I saw a large lake, a forest, and it was very, very cold."
"Is there anything else you can tell us about this attacker?" Professor Xavier asked. He waited.
"I-I can't be sure, but when the knife came at Nightcrawler, not one threw it. It just kind of flew at his chest."
"Magneto," the X-men (with the exception of the newcomer) echoed.
"Who?" Taylor asked. "You people come up with the weirdest names, seriously." Rogue laughed at her friends confused expression.
"Magneto is sort of an enemy. Why don't you come with me and I'll explain everything while they talk," Rogue said. She stood and lead the way out of the room.

"Shit," Logan said as soon the two girls had left. "We get a new recruit and one of the first things she does is have a vision that Magneto kills blue boy."
"Calm yourself, Logan," Xavier said softly. "We're not for sure that its Magneto."
"It's a piece of steel flying in the air without being thrown!"
"She said she didn't see the attacker, that she wasn't sure if the knife was thrown. There may be another explanation and until we find out what that is, Nightcrawler is to stay at the mansion." Nightcrawler nodded tersely. He seemed very nervous and no one could blame him seeing as how someone just predicted an injury that could kill him.
"What about the girl?" Scott asked calling attention to himself. He'd been predominately silent since Taylor's outburst.
"I trust her, Scott."
"Are you sure she can be trusted? What if it's a trap? It's possible. How do you know she's genuine?"
"Because she's afraid," Storm said quietly. She looked down to Xavier knowing he understood.
"Yeah?" Scott asked not convinced. "Of what?"
"Herself."

"Okay, why do I feel like I just stepped out of the frying pan and into the fire, as cliche as it sounds?" Taylor asked as she and Rogue walked around the campus.
"Because, in a way, you have. You're a very powerful mutant or witch or whatever you are, and having you here to learn more could put you in a certain amount of danger."
"Nothing worse than what I'm already involved in," Taylor dismissed Rogues statement and continued walking on nonchalantly.
"Taylor, what exactly is with you?" Taylor stopped walking and Rogue stopped with her.
"What do you mean?"
"You're so cold when we talk about things like this. How can you be so worried about someone else's life and not give a damn about your own?" Rogue looked at her new friend earnestly, hoping to find the answer somewhere in her eyes. Instead Taylor looked away from Rogue for a few seconds. When she finally allowed herself to look at Rogue her eyes were masked.
"Just comes naturally," she said and walked off leaving a shocked Rogue to herself.

"What are you doing to yourself?" Taylor mumbled as she walked away from Rogue.
'Your pushing your only friend away. You don't want her to get hurt, so stay away from her.'
"Right," she muttered knowing that if anyone was watching she looked psycho. "Sorry, Rogue. Stay away and you'll be safe."
Taylor wandered around the school until she found herself in the garage surrounded by all the vehicles. She glanced at each on in wonder. She'd always had a thing for cars and each of these happened to be in mint condition. She around the garage for a while before noticing, for the first time, that there was a couch on the right wall beside the door. She went and sat on it and continued to think.
"So what's your damage, kid?" Logan asked gruffly scaring Taylor enough for her to jump three feet. He'd managed to enter the garage while Taylor had been walking around and had just been waiting for the right time to announce his presence. This seemed as good a time as any, plus he got to scare the shit out of the kid.
"What are you talking about?" Taylor asked breathlessly. "You're Logan, right?"
"Yeah, whatever. I meant, why were you so short with Rogue?" Taylors' face became masked once more.
"Don't worry about it." Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Touchy. Look, if you're frustrated, I'll show you how to work it out." This time it was Taylor's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"One condition."
"What's that?"
"Don't call me kid."
"No?"
"No," Taylor said remembering her conversation with Rogue. "Call me Ice."

"Alright, Ice," Logan said emphasizing the new name Taylor had given herself. He'd slipped the last few times he'd spoken to her and now that he'd gotten it right, he wanted some notice. "I've seen you throw a decent punch before and now you're timid. What's going on?"
Taylor glared at Logan and tried to catch her breath. She'd been sparring with the man for the past twenty minutes non-stop and he was driving her nuts.
"How about," Taylor panted. "I was not myself. I was you! That is, if what everyone says is true."
"Yeah, it's true. Come on," Logan said impatiently. He placed his hands up in front of him. "Throw another punch, but throw it like you mean it." Taylor glared at Logan and suddenly she had an idea. What if she tapped into the rage Logan had felt when his emotions had taken her over. She'd be able to let go enough to fight the way he wanted, but she'd still be in control.
"Come on, kid," he said. "Are you gonna attack or what?" Taylor grinned and ran, full force, at Logan.