A/N: Hey everyone! I hope that everyone had a nice holiday! Mine was…different but I'm sure you could care less about mine! This one took longer than usual cause I was procrastinating. Also, I just took a couple of guesses at how old they were. Anyways here it is! Enjoy!

Then Jesus said

"Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you.

Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle, and you will find rest for your souls.

For my yoke fits perfectly, and the burden I give you is light."

Andrea sat quietly most of the ride, listening to the other's conversations and occasionally glancing out the window. Her eyes lingered on Scott's features for a couple minutes and noticed how tense and stressed out his face looked. You could tell by the way his jaw was set that he was gritting his teeth together and by the look of the bags beneath his eyes, it was obvious that lately, he'd been having a series of sleepless nights. Then, she gazed upon Ororo, looking for any flaws upon her face. The most she could get was a few hairs out of place or the fact that her eyebrow and hair color didn't match. Glancing upon Kurt, she really couldn't judge him. She couldn't decide whether or not to judge the blue skin, golden eyes, and angelic symbols as flaws or bonus points. She desperately needed a new hobby.

"So, Andrea, any idea as to why the Professor wants you?" Scott questioned, breaking the silence.

Andrea bit her tongue to keep some smart-ass remark from coming out and politely answered," No."

The city of Boston from above looked gloomy and dark lit up by the lights of cars and streetlights. The scenery definitely set the mood in the jet, quiet and somewhat sad. Andrea looked out into the distance, searching for any sign of an airport of some sort. Confused, she realized that she didn't even know where they were headed for and turned to Kurt.

"Where are we going?"

"Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning," He stated, gazing out the window.

"We're going to an institute?

The three looked back at her, giving her somewhat insulted looks and Andrea just shrunk deeper into her seat. She needed to choose her words and tone of voice carefully around these people, or they may unleash a sudden attack on her.

In a cautious tone, she asked," So are you guys, like, students there or something?"

Ororo shot her an odd look and replied," More like teachers."

Andrea gave a gentle laugh," No, seriously, what are you guys?"

An amused yet annoyed look crossed Ororo's face.

"Really, we are."

Andrea studied her face, searching for any signs of a joke or lie of some sort before saying," Honestly? You really are? You all don't look that much older than me!"

Ororo held a hand to her chest and stated," I'm 24."

"25," Kurt stated.

From the pilot's chair, Scott said," 27."

Andrea gave them an astonished look," My God, you all look 20 or somewhere around that, except for Scott. You look 25." As soon as she finished that statement, she nervously stared at them, fearing that she'd gotten too comfortable with these people. The tension rose in the jet when Scott looked back at her, cocking his left brow. Until Ororo let out a gentle laugh did the mood calm and released some of the tension radiating from Andrea. Then, silence settled once again. Andrea once again stared out the window, looking down at the city lights.

"Will we be arriving soon?"

"3 minutes," Scott muttered from the front seat.

Andrea nodded in recognition and looked out the window and gasped as a light airy feeling spread throughout her stomach. The feeling was familiar, but she couldn't recall where she'd felt it before. It closely resembled butterflies in her stomach and the truth hit her hard. It felt like she was flying. The feeling was exact in comparison to the moment earlier that night in the alley. She'd forgotten she was a mutant. In her head, she sighed and slouched deeper into her seat, the feeling disappearing.

'At least I'm in good company,' she thought, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. Well, she didn't really know for sure if they were mutants, but come on, a blue guy, Scott's "glasses", and Ororo with them. She figured it was pretty obvious.

Slightly bored with her thoughts, she looked around the jet, searching for a clock that could tell her the time. In the front, towards the top of the jet was a small digital clock. In bright green, neon numbers it read 3:49 AM. It was then that she realized how exhausted she really was from all of the events of the past 2 days. She rested her head gently on her shoulder that looked uncomfortable but felt extremely comfortable and wondered what he was even doing at a church at 3 'o clock in the morning. Well, then she figured that he was wondering the same about her. It probably was odd looking, a 19 year old in a church praying on a Friday night. It even sounded peculiar to her.

A swift wave of exhaustion swept over her body, stronger than before. She struggled to keep her eyes open and look out the window onto the snow-covered city, but they rebelled. Her legs felt sore and heavy with exhaustion from running earlier as did her arms, and her back felt stiff from the hard chair. She attempted to stretch her arms but her body rejected it. Giving a deep sigh, Andrea rested her head onto the palm of her hand and silently, she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: That was short, I know. I'll make the next one longer though and have it up in, oh, I say, 2 days