A/N: Thank you for the reviews, off to a good start I hope, so on with the story now. But note that this story has changed back to AngelOC because I noticed that there are way too many Nightcrawler ones, so that's how it will be. NOTE 2: This story takes place before all the other mutants (Rahne, Sunspot, Bobby, Cannonball, Wolfsbane) came along. It's just the main mutants, brotherhood, angel, Beast, Tabitha and other people.

NOTE: I noticed that a lot of people have just read this story, and I don't care whether you love it or hate it with a passion, I would really appreciate if the readers would please leave something to let me know how I'm doing. I don't want all the planning of this story to go to waste, but I appreciate the number of readers though. Now enough rambling and do enjoy!

Chapter 2

"Bayville Asylum, are you serious? That's like the scariest place in Bayville!" Kitty said in surprise after Scott told them what happened earlier that morning last week, along with Evan and Kurt.

"No kidding, that girl must be really crazy!" Evan added through large gulps of soda. "She must've been on meds and didn't know who she was talking to."

"No, Jean said she sounded like she wasn't on medication, but you're right. There's no way that someone related to Logan could be there and trying to contact him," Scott concluded to the small group, looking over to see Jean and Duncan's group getting up from their table and walking towards them.

"Do you think the professor believes her?" Kurt wondered to Scott.

"I'm not sure," Scott commented before starting on his lunch before he left a strong hand on his shoulder and didn't bother to turn around.

"What's the Loser Table talking about today?" Duncan wondered with a smirk, his arm loosely around Jean's shoulder.

"Oh, someone from Bayville Asylum called our house, what's it to ya Duncan?" Evan scowled at the jock, but his expression changed when he saw Duncan's face turn grim.

"Who was it from, Summers?" Duncan whispered.

"H-Her name was…Melissa? Yea, her name was Melissa Harris, why?" Jean asked, turning to see Duncan's strange face.

"Do you know her or something?" Kitty wondered quietly.

"N-Never mind, I don't have to explain to the likes of you," Duncan snapped and walked away alone, leaving his confused friends and Jean behind.

"What's with him?" Jean wondered.

"Beats me, he's never like that," one of his friends answered.

"I'll go see what's wrong, I'll see you guys at home," Jean told the group and left to find the solution to Duncan's strange behavior.

Jean ran out of the cafeteria, looking in the empty classrooms and hallways as she searched for Duncan. After a few long minutes or running around, she saw the gym doors open and saw him sitting darkly on the bleachers and whispering to himself. Closing the door as quietly as she could, she walked up the bleachers and looked up at Duncan.

"Duncan, what's going on? This isn't like you," Jean asked.

At first he said nothing, whispered something she couldn't hear and then stood up and walked down to the floor. His expression didn't change as he told her another excuse for his behavior, and then stormed out of the gym as soon as the bell rang for the next classes. Jean silently followed behind, not bothering to probe his mind for answers. She could tell from the tone of his excuse that what he knew about the caller probably wasn't a good thing.

"Jean, wait up!" Kitty called to the red head, seeing her friend turn around to see the girl catching her breath after stopping. "Are you riding with us, Scott wanted me to come find you and ask you."

"Oh yea, I'll be right there Kitty, I just need to grab something in my locker," Jean told the girl and ran off the building, hoping the excuse would buy her a few minutes by herself to think about what Duncan said to her during lunch.

As she opened her locker, hearing footsteps, she quickly glanced to see the Brotherhood walking down the hall in what seemed to be like a serious conversation. Pretending to not pay attention, she fumbled around her locker to try and see what they were talking about.

"I've told you guys for the last time, I saw her last night!" Lance exclaimed.

"But how did she get out?" Toad wondered, hopping backwards in front of the rest of them. "Was she hot?"

"That's not the point! Lance, did you talk to her?" Pietro asked quietly.

"No, I only saw her for a second behind the bushes before she was gone. But it's her alright, she's in Bayville after all," Lance said with somewhat surprise, not bothering seeing Jean fumble with her locker. "Anyway, she looked like she was looking for something…or someone."

"But why was she near our place, then?" Blob wondered.

"Couldn't tell ya, man," Lance told him and their conversation shut down just as they passed Jean.

Waiting just a little bit longer, until they were no longer down the hall, Jean looked around to see that only a few students were walking through the doors to their rides home. Carefully closing her locker, she let what she got of their conversation in her head.

'So maybe Duncan was telling the truth after all, I guess they saw her too. But what was she doing around their house like Lance said? Could she be looking for Logan? Who really is this girl?' Jean wondered, thinking back to Duncan's words once more.

"Duncan, what's going on? This isn't like you," Jean wondered, crossing her arms and waited for the whispering to end.

"Jean, I'm fine, seriously," Duncan growled.

"Come on, you can tell me," Jean pressed gently, desperate to know. He shook his head in defeat, got up and walked down the bleachers back to the floor.

"Do you promise me Jean, this is very important," Duncan warned.

"I swear," Jean confirmed, senses anxious for his next words.

"She…she's someone I knew…a while ago at another school two years ago. I guess she's back and she's looking for someone, but I don't know who. Now please, leave me alone," Duncan explained angrily, feeling his temper boil and stormed out of the gym, not caring if she followed.

"JEAN, HURRY UP! SCOTT'S READY TO LEAVE!" Kitty called.

"I'M COMING!" Jean called, running to the parking lot, hoping what he said she could leave behind until it needed to be brought up for any reason.

"So why was Duncan so tripped out about, Jean?" Evan asked, the five exiting the red sports car and walking the mansion's front door.

"I don't know, he just told me to leave him alone," Jean shrugged, trying to look like she felt bad for Duncan.

"Oh well, Duncan is always weird," Kitty added, leaving the talk at that.

They pulled through the entrance of the mansion, seeing no one but Beast on the couch reading the daily paper. He asked them how their day at school was and they all replied "Good" mechanically and went up to their rooms. Hank watched them walk up the stairs, seeing something was wrong with them, but shrugged and went back to the paper.

"Hank, you're still reading the newspaper?" Storm asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"I just couldn't help but try and see what Jean and the others were talking about outside, it seemed pretty serious," Hank remarked, stacking the paper back on the coffee table.

"Do you pick up anything?" Storm wondered.

"Unfortunately no, but I wonder if it involves our mysterious caller this last week," Hank guessed, turning to see Storm nod in agreement.

"Yes, Logan hasn't been in the best mood as well," Storm said, sitting on the couch next to the one Hank was sitting on. "Could she really be who she claims to be, Hank?"

"Maybe, we'll just have to see," Hank assured the woman, getting up to go and start dinner. Storm sat quietly for a moment, wondering if he was hopefully right and followed after the mutant to see what was in the cupboards for dinner.

Logan sighed as the silence finally settled back into the walls of his room as he looked back to the outside sunset and growled in frustration. Through the Danger Room sessions, early morning workouts, motorcycle rides, avoiding the others he found no peace from the memory that clung for dear life in his head. A single picture of him about ten years younger sitting in a movie theater with a young girl talking to him softly about the movie. Her mousy brown hair had been cut short for that summer and her simple red shirt and jeans with white sneakers made her innocence seem too good to be true. Her voice lingered in the back of his mind, like a trapped soul begging to be let into the light after years of darkness and he couldn't let himself believe that this girl was his niece.

'Logan, may I speak with you in my office?' Charles asked calmly.

"Fine, I'll be right down," Logan snapped and stormed out of the room.

As expected, all the teenagers were roaming the hall and having useless conversations of what was for dinner. Just seeing their laughter and young faces made the memory rush back into his mind, and he pushed through an angry Rouge down the stairs to Charles's office.

"Please come in, Logan," the man's voice called from beyond the doors and without a word wasted, Logan stepped quickly into the office and closed the door for necessary privacy.

"Logan, for the past week, it seems that you're trying to get rid of the girl who claims to be your niece," Charles began, waiting patiently for the anger to fade from Logan's eyes as he sat down and looked back at the psychic. "I think it's time to face this memory of yours and see what you're so angry about, if you'll let me."

"Make it quick, Charles," Logan growled quietly as the psychic placed his hands on Logan's head and both began to concentrate.

Once inside Logan's mind, Charles sat on the stair next to the young Logan and the small girl and watched them talk silently. Suddenly, the memory faded and he was surrounded by darkness and he listened to hear the older version of the girl call out his name. He turned his wheelchair around to see the outline of a girl reach out, the soft voice matching the mysterious phone caller. Charles then felt satisfied of his search and let his hands drift down the rests of the wheelchair and looked back at Logan.

"It's true Logan, that little girl is our mysterious phone caller," Charles said.

"But why would someone try to contact me now?" Logan demanded.

"Please calm yourself, Logan," Charles interrupted, resting a hand on the man's tense shoulder. "I don't know about that, but it appears she's trying to find you."

"From Bayville Asylum," Logan added and Charles nodded. "Should we bring her here?"

"That, Logan, is for you to decide for yourself," Charles concluded, gave an assuring smile and turned to the office door. "But for now, let's put this behind with dinner."

Not bothering to answer, Logan followed the professor to the kitchen to see everyone passing around the table and exchanging talk amongst themselves. They all greeted the two and became consumed in the awesome dinner and casual conversations, ignoring last week's situation.

As Storm, Kitty and Logan finished cleaning the kitchen of the dishes and leftover food; the phone suddenly rang and startled them. Storm walked over to the I.D., gave a grim look to Logan and let him answer it.

"Hello, Uncle Logan," the girl answered quietly.

"Hey," Logan answered in a low tone. "About before…"

"It doesn't matter now, do you believe me now?" she demanded.

"Yeah," was all Logan could find to answer her at first. "But why now?"

"I'll explain later, I don't have much time. Could you come and get me out of here?"

"But why are you there?"

"I SAID I'LL EXPLAIN LATER! I asked you a question and I need an answer now! Please, Logan…"

Logan looked out the window, sighed in defeat and looked over at the others that were staring at him strangely. He realized the situation set up for him and saw that he couldn't turn her down. Barely glancing at the clock, he felt his voice return in a low tone.

"How much time do you need?"

"Give me about twenty minutes, meet you at the gate."

"I'll be there…," and the other line went dead before he finished. Logan looked at the clock again, seeing it was almost ten and grabbed the motorcycle keys off the key rack by the entrance.

"What's up with him?" Kitty wondered.

"It's not our place Kitty, let's leave him be," Storm assured her.

"But who was that, Storm?" Kitty demanded.

"That…was his niece," was all Storm said before retiring for bed and she followed quickly behind, still confused.

Letting the engine quickly die and the headlights gave out, Logan saw the outline of someone leaning against the entrance to the asylum behind the gate a few feet back. The person ran down to the gate, suddenly punched out the cameras and keypad and jumped over the gate.

"Right on time, not bad," she whispered walking towards Logan, wearing simple white pants and shirt with her name on it.

"Yea yea, just get on and let's get out of here," Logan sighed impatiently.

"Before we go back to your place, we need to make a stop," she interrupted.

"Where?" Logan demanded quickly, revving the engine to life.

"You'll see," she concluded, jumped on the back and they sped off into the night opposite of the institute.

They turned onto a quiet street, most of the streetlights burned out and the streets silent. They turned left twice until they came to the house in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Two cars, a red convertible and silver BMW, sat comfortably in the driveway and all the windows dark.

"Where are we?" Logan whispered.

"Wait here, give me ten minutes," she promised, ran to the side of the house and climbed up the wooden ladder on the wall and easily opened the closest window on the top floor.

He watched a small candle being lit from the ground as she placed it in the window and didn't hear another thing for those ten minutes until he suddenly caught a heavy duffel bag. She quickly stepped back onto the small roof, climbed down the ladder and ran back to the motorcycle in a different outfit.

"What's with the candle?" he asked simply.

"Never mind, let's go," she whispered back and hopped on behind him. "Just a little sign, that's all."

They quickly sped off into the young night, eager to reach the institute before midnight. As they passed the quiet neighborhoods and slightly busy city streets, Logan somehow felt like he'd seen that candle before, but shrugged it aside and his eyes saw relief in their destination as they rode up to the mansion.

"So this is the Institute," she remarked, acknowledging its beauty.

"Come on," Logan growled and she followed behind through the doors.

Logan to see Storm, Beast and the professor waiting in the small living room and went over to them to greet the new person. She shook hands with each of them mechanically and stood her ground in silence.

"Welcome to the Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Melissa Harris," Charles said warmly, smiling at her somewhat shocked face.

"Thank you, I've heard of this place," she replied quietly.

"You're welcome to stay if you like," Storm added, smiling.

"But first, what can you do, Melissa?" Charles wondered.

"My nickname is Spark, that should explain enough," she replied with a small smile, small volts of electricity running across her hands. "Can handle any amount of electricity and right now working on lightening."

"Sounds very promising, Melissa," Beast acknowledged.

"Thank you, but where's everyone else?" Melissa wondered.

"I'll let them know," Storm volunteered and disappeared upstairs.

Melissa let Beast take her duffel bag to a spare room upstairs and Charles made simple conversation with the two until they heard voices coming from upstairs, most of them sounding a little drowsy.

"Everyone, meet the newest addition to the Institute, Melissa Harris, a.k.a. Spark," Charles informed the students and some of them couldn't help but stare.

"Who's the chick?" Evan asked Kurt with surprise.

"Her name's Melissa," Kurt replied, eyes glued to the mutant.

Melissa was about Kurt's height in his human appearance with long dark burgundy hair and mysterious green eyes. She looked to have a great form with a long white tunic barely passing her hips, dark jeans and simple brown belt with gold circles. She looked at each of the mutants and gave a small smile at her roommates.

"Hey everybody, sorry to drop in so late," she apologized.

"We'll get acquainted tomorrow, but off to bed everyone. Melissa, I'll enroll you for Bayville High on Monday. What grade are you in presently?" Charles asked, mentally puzzled by the grim look in he eyes.

"I'd be…a junior…but I'm tired, goodnight," Melissa answered, seeing Beast return from the top of the stairs and the two men watch him escort Melissa to her room that she shared with Jean.

"She seems like a fine girl," Charles admitted to Logan.

"I guess so," Logan answered quietly, not sure if the answer was right.

"Well, I'm happy you're reunited with her Logan, goodnight," was all Charles said before he wheeled off to his room to retire for the night. Logan, realizing he was alone, ran a tired hand through his hair before walking up to retire as well, ignoring the gossip everyone was exchanging in the next room about their new roommate.

To be Continued…