I have included a wide range of characters. Of course we all know that the characters in the X-Men movies were from the comics, however, the movies either briefly mentioned some of the characters, you only saw their power, or the movie didn't introduce them at all. I have included all of the movie characters, added some of the other original characters, and I have created a few of my own- and I mean FEW. My chapters may be a bit short; I don't want the chapters to be too long to read. I couldn't figure out if it was more annoying to read a few long chapters, or a lot of short ones. So I simply stuck with the format I had already created.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am the Queen of typos and spelling errors. I have tried to correct all of these as best as I can- so please excuse me if I have missed something. (And if you've read my POTC fanfic, lol, I'm making a bigger effort to edit my chapters.) PLEASE, PLEASE, R& R! I'd like to hear all comments, but please keep critical comments to "constructive" criticism. I am open to ideas and improvement suggestions, but please be nice about it. Thank you so much and enjoy!

DISCLAIMER- duh, I don't own X-Men or the characters, EXCEPT Prophet is of my own creation.

…. Chapter One ….

"Professor, is everything all right?"

"Yes, I think it will be."

A few months had slipped by since their encounters at Alkali Lake and since the sacrificing death of Jean. The X-men had returned to their everyday, normal lives, as best they could. Cyclops grieved quietly and kept to himself for several weeks. He carefully took off his engagement ring and laid it gently on the end table on his side of the bed. Wolverine grieved quietly, relinquishing Jean to Cyclops, though he couldn't stop his feelings for her. Her death ate him from the inside out. It tangled his motions and his mind, not knowing how to handle his pain and not allowing himself to cry. He became irritable and short; distanced himself from the others from time to time. Storm was hit hard, but she was forced to be strong for the children and herself. Jean and Storm had been the only women X-Men, but more importantly, they had become close friends over the past few years, teaching and going on missions. Storm was the first to know about Jean and Cyclops' engagement. Nightcrawler prayed for Jean and the others, which was the most he really could do. He tried to give them comforting words about heaven and how much she loved them, but the words seemed too naive and detached. After all, Nightcrawler barely met Jean before she died; he only knew her for a few days.

As the time rolled on, the missions increased. Nightcrawler was the new candidate for babysitting, though the Professor greatly wished to have him with them on their missions. Nightcrawler was the best with the children: playing with them, telling them stories, and always there to comfort them. He was a kind mystery that the children were in awe over. The Professor might have allowed Rogue, Iceman, and Colossus to baby sit if they had been a bit older, and more mature.

Some good news finally found its way to their front doorstep and the Professor called a meeting one Monday afternoon. The X-Men were curious to the news as they filed into the Professor's office.

"Is there something wrong professor?"

"No, Storm. Everything is fine. In fact, the reason I have called you all to this meeting is to announce some good news. Nightcrawler has done a great job babysitting the children, but all this time I've been trying to figure out a way that we could bring him along with us. That would mean finding another babysitter." He paused for a deep breathe and continued. "An old friend of mine has agreed to come on to baby sit, as well as teach art."

"Who is it?"

"Her name is Angelina. She's a fine young lady with a passion for art and children. I think you all will get along quite nicely."

"You're telling me that this meeting was simply to announce an art teacher?" Wolverine meant no disrespect. He was implying that there was more than the Professor had revealed to them so far.

"No, that's not quite all of it, though it does have to do with Angelina. When she arrives she will be the only non-mutant present at the school."

Wolverine turned his back towards the rest and starred out of the window, trying to hide his anxiety and ill feelings towards all of this. Cyclops turned his vision to his shoes. The others as well, seemed a bit uneasy.

"Why does she want to come here! How do we know we can trust her? I mean, it's not everyday that they just sign up to be friends and co-workers of mutants, at least not when they know they're going to be working with mutants; she knows about us, doesn't she?"

"Yes. It was actually one of the reasons she accepted."

Wolverine stared out the window soaking it all in. 'Couldn't she be a spy though? For Magneto, or the government? I just don't like it,' he thought.

"I can assure you that she is not a spy." The Professor laughed a little and grinned. "You all will just have to trust me."

"When ... when will she arrive?"

"Angelina will arrive in two days. I know that you all have been dealing with a lot, but please try to understand and be kind to her. After all, what better way to prove to them that we mean no harm?"

Wolverine left, breathing heavily. Everyone seemed curious, but nervous. Storm's inclination was to simply not trust the non-mutants. Cyclops felt much of the same way, and it was only Nightcrawler who was looking forward to the new comer.

The others stood silent before they followed Wolverine out, one by one.

"Oh, Storm. You might want inform the students right away. The kids will need some time to adjust to the idea. And I've posted a sign up sheet on the refrigerator door for the art class."

Storm nodded and left. The Professor had Rogue clean out Pyro's room- which was across from Wolverine's room and next to Rogue's. The room was at the very end of the hall. It was a bit smaller than the other rooms, but it did have a beautiful view of the front yard.

The children's gossip quickly turned to the new art teacher: what she looked like, her horrible past, what she did in her spare time, who she really was- whether she was a spy or not. But they were gossips whispered under their breathes when the X-Men weren't around. The X-Men approached the subject with a new tension that was hard for the children to identify, but it made the subject all that more mysterious, curious, and secretive. Some began to plan out their pranks, joking about how she wouldn't be able to do anything about them, being powerless and all. Other conversations turned to art projects and complainants about coloring sheets and construction paper crafts, hoping that the class would be better than Kindergarten.

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Angelina, whose was nick named Ange, had met the professor a few years ago when she had encountered a mutant student at her day care. It was an after school day care for children of all ages- up to 18. Some of the other students had noticed, and gossip had started floating around. She heard about the Professor's school for the gifted and contacted him about the situation, not realizing yet that the Professor's school was specifically for mutants. The Professor told her all about the school, but asked her not to discuss the 'mutant' part with the parents, or anyone else. She agreed. In fact, she was delighted that such children had a place where they could go and be themselves without harassment. Over the course of a few years, she had referred several students to the Professor. Each mutant-student she had found complained about being picked-on. Ange would explain to the families that just at the day care they noticed how "talented" they were and that there was a school where the children could excel without being ridiculed.
After instances, the day care began to grow suspicious of her. Even more so when a 5th grader blatantly used their powers to get back at an older bully. The whole staff discussed how they should handle it. They wanted to let everyone who attended the day care know what this child was and of all of the possible "dangers" associated. Ange, though reluctant to speak up too much, simply suggested that such information would create panic and harassment; more problems than solutions. The day care decided to let her go as a result, and several comments about being a "mutant sympathizer" went on her permanent record. Thus, the professor offered her a job at his school.