Time for an author's note! Thank you for your reviews, they were very encouraging.

In reply to Zenna, who asked me if the man who stopped Wish in the subway station was important- I don't think so. I'm not quite sure because the story is still young enough to go in any direction, but I seriously doubt he'll show up again.

In reply to Cermilla- thank you for saying that I don't deserve flames. It's a big confidence booster. As for Terry Pratchett and "Witches Abroad", no, I'm afraid I've never heard of the author or the book. I'll look them up tho, since this is the second time I'm come across that name in the last week. Maybe it's a sign? P

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you for your reviews!

Discliamer:X-men don't belong to me… yadda yadda yadda….. the main character however, does…. Yadda yadda yadda. I think the point is pretty clear. If the x-men don't belong to me right now, then they sure didn't belong to me last chapter, or the one before that!

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Once inside the office, I stand in front of the large desk silently, unsure of what to say. The man behind the desk is looking at me curiously, as if he's trying to read my mind. After a few moments of silently taking each other in, he clears his throat.

" Welcome to my school for mutants. I am Charles Xavier, although the students simply call me Professor." He smiles at me kindly, and I start to feel less panicky.

"I'm Wish."

"Hello Wish," he says, and I'm surprised that he doesn't question my unusual name. "I understand you've come a long way."

"Yes, I have," I say, shooting the man I came in with a cool glance. "I've been traveling alone." He grunts softly, and I shift my gaze back to the Professor.

"Where are you from Wish?"

I open my mouth to reply, when I suddenly become aware that I don't exactly remember anymore, though I'm sure it was on the coast. "I-I'm not sure," I stutter. Racking my brains, and remembering that I was traveling west to east, I take a stab and guess. "California, I think?"

The Professor nods. "I'm glad you made it." Then, to my utter surprise, he wheels out from behind the desk, and I realize that the professor is an invalid. "Why don't you sit down?" he asks kindly, nodding in the direction of a large leather armchair. I sit.

"Logan, would you leave us please?" he says to my handsome motorcyclist. So his name is Logan I think distractedly as Logan shrugs and leaves, tossing a 'See you later kid' at me before closing the door shut behind him.

The Professor smiles kindly at me. "Logan can be a little intimidating sometimes."

I shrug, trying not to betray the impression Logan has made on me. "He's all right. He did give me a ride, back on the road." I lean forward a little, impatient to get over the small talk. "Please sir, I'd really like to attend your school. Could I know how much it costs?"

"Wish," he asks gently, "Do your parents know where you are?"

My stomach lurches as the innocent question. "My parents aren't… here," I say finally, unsure of how to explain myself. It's hard to explain something, especially when one doesn't know the half of it themselves.

He looks at me, waiting for me to continue. I sigh, running a hand through my ugly hair nervously. "My father died while I was still young, and I don't know where my mother is."

"What happened to her?" I look up, into his eyes, and swallow nervously. He knows there's more to it than I'm telling him. I just know it.

"I think did something to her," I stammered quickly. "I don't know what, but I think it's my fault."

My hands are shaking and he surprises me by taking one of them in his. "Wish, you are safe here. My school is a non-profit organization for mutants, and we will do what we can to help you."

I let my breath out in a gust, relief making me want to cry. "Thank you," I choke out, blinking rapidly.

My power is telepathy, Wish. What's yours?

My head snaps up as I hear his voice in my head. My eyes are wide and I fear my mouth is hanging open.

"Wow," I breathe, amazed. Then I realize he asked me a question. I don't know exactly I think, wondering if he'll be able to hear me.

He does, but answers out loud. "What do you mean?"

I stare down at my hands. "I make things happen. Sometimes. By wishing for them." I look up. "Two weeks ago, I think made a wish for myself. I can't remember anything from before then, starting with a month or two after I discovered my… mutation. I think… I think I wished I wouldn't remember whatever happened, in between."

"Can you guess in any way what might have happened?"

I shake my head. "I can't, now can I? And what memories from even further back are becoming less and less real to me." I furrow my brow, my stomach clenching in fear. "If I did wish to forget something, and the wish worked…which obviously it did…. those memories should still remain, unaffected. I don't know anything anymore. I think my head's permanently screwed up."

The Professor leans back into his wheelchair. "Nonetheless, there is a place for you here, Wish. Would you like to remain?"

I nod my head gratefully. "I have nowhere else to go," I say, and it's the simple truth.

The Professor closes his eyes and seconds later Logan comes back into the room. "Wish," he says to me, as he wheels out of the room, "I have a class to teach now, but I'm sure I will be seeing you later, once you're all settled in."

The Professor leaves, and Logan turns to me. "Come on kid," he says to me in a not quite unfriendly way. "I don't have anything to do right now so I'll show you around."

"Thank you," I reply, unsure of why he would possibly want to waste his time with me, but definitely not complaining.