A/N: No reviews yet….I'm a sad little puppy.

"You couldn't be any cuter if you were dangling a kitten." –Peggy Hill

I didn't faint…well, literally, I did. But I didn't faint, it just wasn't something I did, like some people don't eat meat, I don't faint. It was one of my rules. I had broken one of my rules.

I opened my eyes to a steel room with steel tables and steel cots. I was on one of the cots and I sat up quickly…too quickly. Dizzy spell. "You had quite an episode, I wouldn't make too many sudden movements." The man I knew to be Dr. Charles Xavier wheeled toward me. "If you would kindly brace yourself, I have been acting as a kind of wall for your mind. I must admit that I am fatigued and it would be best for you to regain control of your own shields." He looked at me expectantly and I had but a moment to relish in the comforting sensation of lucidity.

I felt the strength inside of me build as the doctor relinquished control of my mind. "You are, I presume, Ms. Frost, Ms. Emma Frost?"

I began to nod but remembered the penalty for quick movements. "Yes. We spoke on the phone."

"Indeed. I must tell you that you are one of the most sensitive telepaths I have ever encountered. The power of your shields is good, but it is like blocking rain with one of those umbrellas you decorate an alcoholic drink with, not very effective." The drink umbrella thing was a bit weird.

I felt insulted; maybe I was a bit defensive because I had fainted, in front of complete strangers nonetheless. "Well doctor, if my shields had been adequate I would have had no need to contact you." I raised my eyebrow as though I had said something very simple to a small child. "Training is what I called you about. Is it surprising that I am poorly educated in the realm of all things telepathic? No. I have never, before today, met another telepath."

Dr. Xavier gave a fond smile and wheeled backwards toward the door. "If you can walk," he said with obvious confidence that I could, "then we may proceed to the room you will be staying in."

On the way out of the medical lab, we passed a large blue man in a white lab coat. "I am glad to see that you are doing better, Ms. Frost." His smile was earnest, and I found myself very endeared to him. For a reason unbeknownst to me, I stopped. His quiet voice reminded me of my brother Christian's.

"You found me didn't you?" I said, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yes, I'm Dr. Hank McCoy. I'm surprised you remember me finding you. You were far gone by the time I got there."

I turned and walked toward the professor who was waiting at an elevator down the hall. I was a little upset, why was everyone coddling me? I called over my shoulder, "I'm strong, Dr. McCoy. I'm sure that you will be surprised by my lack of frailty." With that, the elevator opened and Xavier and I went up to the third floor, where I would be living for the next few days.

I was shown a room containing three beds.

"You will be living in female dormitory B with Marie and Jubilee. They will be back from class shortly and you may acquaint yourselves. Should you need anything, I will be on the first floor in my office." He turned to go.

"Dr. Xavier, I think there's been a mistake. I don't share a room. I never have." Another one of my rules. This one was more for protection than for image.

"Then it will be a learning experience."

"But I'm a grown woman-" I started.

"Now, now Emma. Let's be honest. You carry yourself very well, but I know for a fact that you are no more than eighteen years old. I must carry out background checks on all of my prospective students, for the safety of the rest you see." His smile was sweet. His smile was nice. I had been ready to lie through my teeth and he knew that, but he wasn't upset, just so…so…understanding. What was he playing at?

He left me alone in the room and I tried to imagine the girls I would be staying with. There were stuffed animals on one of the beds; the other bed had posters upon posters of Asian rock bands plastered to the wall of its headboard. This was going to be interesting.