A few author's notes: I find Scott Summers more than a little irritating. Therefor I did what I pleased with his character, and some of you aren't going to like it. Deal.
If Rogue ever refers to herself as "Ah" in this fic, please do me a favor and hit me upside the head with a cinder block. Not only do I find that OH-SO annoying, but it creates confusion if I ever wanted Rogue to say something like, "Ah ha!"
I am very sleepy.
My OC was originally going to be a guy, but then I remembered guys don't ask for directions
This is the roughest stage in which I've ever posted a fic, so please review to fuel the proccess.

Rated M simply to give me more freedom. possible violence and/or sexual situations in later chapters. I haven't decided yet.

Anyways...

Help me. Help me. Please. My name is Dana and I can't find my way home. Xavier, please, help me. I just want to get back. Help me. Please. My name is Dana and I can't find my way home. Oh God, Xavier, please hear me. I have to get home. I just want my family back. The panic in the girl's voice was alarming, to say the least. Xavier immediately replied.

This is Charles Xavier. Everything is going to be ok. Where are you?

Help me. Help me. My name is Dana and I can't find my way home. Please Help me. Xavier, please hear me. I'm so afraid. I have to get home. I just want my family back. I won't go to sleep ever again. Oh, God. I just want my family back. I just want this all to stop. Even her mental voice broke and began to waiver.

Dana? This is Charles Xavier. Everything is going to be alright. Trust me. I can find you, but you're going to need to calm down. Can you hear me?

Help. I'm so afraid. My name is Dana and I can't find my way home. I wasn't meant to see this. Everything will change. Help me. Please, show me how to get back. My name is Dana and I can't find my way home. Xavier, please hear me. I just want to get back to where I belong. To when I still exist. She had begun weeping.

Jean sat in a chair with her elbows leaning on her knees outside the door to Cerebro as the sun broke through the window behind her, lighting her hair like napalm in a dead forest. It was late morning before the sun was ever able to shout through that particular window. Jean looked around, fidgeted, and then turned her expectant and worried face back to the door. Rogue happened by, still in her pajamas.

"Whatcha doin' out here, shugah?" She asked. "Didn't you sleep none?"

"He's been in there all night. I'm worried about him."

"The Professor?"

Jean nodded.

Rogue looked at her friend's worried face, then patted her on the shoulder. "I get you some coffee."

"Thanks." Jean smiled a little to herself as her friend shuffled by in her bare feet and overly long pajama pants. Rogue was always nicer in the morning before she saw Remy. As usual, that state didn't last very long. It wasn't two minutes before Jean could hear Rogue bellowing from the breakfast kitchen.

"Get your filthy Cajun hands off me, you snake! And quit eye-balling me like that. What you think this is, a cattle auction? Honestly! Can't a girl get a cup of coffee without being manhandled and hollered at by a hung-over swamp rat? It's enough to make a preacher cuss!"

Remy, as usual, replied sweetly: "Mornin' chere. Rough night?"

"Huh." she laughed. "Yeah you wish."

Jean could hear Jubilee choking on her coffee.

Rogue returned and stuck the cup of coffee in Jean's face.

"Thanks..." Jean said cautiously.

"Sure thing hon." But Rogue didn't stay to chat. She stomped back to her room with her own cup of coffee in hand. Over her shoulder, she called. "You really oughtta eat somethin. Lookin' at you's makin' me feel like a sow."

Storm came in to see what was going on. "I was wondering why you did not come to breakfast." She said. "Rogue told us that the Professor has been in there since last night. What is he doing?"

"He didn't say. All he said was that something was puzzling him, and he went into Cerebro." She looked up at her friend. "It was very strange. We were in the middle of a conversation and he suddenly cut me off."

Ororo gave her friend's back a surprisingly maternal rub. "I think he will be fine, Jean. Why don't you go to the kitchen and get something to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry. It's ok, I'm fine." She said, looking back to the door. "He shouldn't be much longer."

Ororo fixed a worried glance to the back of Jean's head. She'd been very different since Scott left.

It was a good thirty more minutes before the doors to Cerebro opened. Jean sprung to her feet, ready to administer CPR if needed. The Professor emerged, looking only bemused and very tired, as though he'd lost a friendly race. "Jean, you should have gone to bed." He said.

Jean sighed. "Professor..." She started, but he cut her off.

"Yes I suppose you want to know what took me so long."

She waited. He motioned for her to follow him as he glided towards his office, and spoke as they traveled down the halls. "I got a distress signal from a young girl in Norfolk as we were conversing last night. It threw me because I have never even met this girl, and it appears as though she's not even psychic. How she was able to send me a telepathic red alert of sorts from all the way in Virginia was very baffling." Once they got to his office, Xavier explained the situation to Jean.

"Wait a minute, so if she time travels, how were you able to locate her using Cerebro?"

"That's exactly what took me so long, but luckily I was also able to use Cerebro to guide her to jump to our present time last night."

"Our present time, Professor?"

"When this all started for her it was 1998." Xavier shuffled some papers on his desk. "You and Storm and I are taking the jet to go and get her today."

Jean turned to go prepare the X-Jet, when the Professor's voice appeared in her head.

Jean. Nobody's going anywhere until you've had something to eat and slept a few hours.

Marvel Girl began to pish-tosh, but Xavier cut her off.

That's an order.