A/N: Sorry for the waits in between chapters. I've been slacking, so I'll try to pick up my act. Is no reviews generally a good thing or a bad thing?

I do not own X-Men

Dear Lord

We say Amen to this prayer and ask that I too will be protected from all harm and danger.

No sword or weapon will prevail.

In Jesus Name

We Pray

Amen.

Andrea stood there. Stationary. Still. Not even a muscle would twitch. Her hair was blown around wildly by the whipping wind, and her new leather apparel stuck to her body. The only smell in the air was the scent of burning material and leather. The humidity in the air was thick with smoke, and her lungs began to feel weak beneath the pressure. It was not too soon before she began taking longer and deeper breaths, attempting to be refreshed with new, clean air.

Her eyes began to absentmindedly wander, soaking in her surroundings, her pupils dilated. The ground beneath her feet was slowly turning into mud and trodden grass. Similar to a battlefield, flames whipped everywhere and enveloped anything in their path, proven by the mounds of burning rubble. The only noises that could be heard were the crackling of the flames, the sounds of overheard helicopters and Logan shouting orders. She stood stiff with fear as she saw a missile shot not too far away from her. An explosion could be heard briefly before Logan shouted," Damn!" This is the danger room.

The lights of the helicopters searched the ground, passing over maximum destruction and hidden X-men. Thoughts rapidly passed in and out of her mind. By now, she wasn't sure what to think. Suddenly, a single, bright, fluorescent light shone into her eyes, and she brought a hand over her face, squinting her eyes. Any moment now her hearing would become impaired from the helicopter.

"Andrea!" She could dimly hear Logan shout, but he was cut off by a loud, repetitive beeping.

"Fuck! Get out of the way!" Logan roared, loud enough so Andrea could hear him.

But she didn't move.

She stood fear-stricken before the floating copter, her eyes wide. Her black hair was being mercilessly thrashed about by the undying winds. One missile became lit suddenly and flared up, getting to race towards Andrea. In a defensive manner, she raised her arms in front of her face and clenched her eyes shut, hiding her face from the raising heat. She braced herself for the impact and clenched her jaw. It reared up, ready to fly. Finally, the sound of wind rushing and a missile launch filled the air and she strangled back a sob.

She jumped startled when she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her waist and pull her to their body. She attempted to open her eyes, but she quickly clenched them shut once again once she felt a strange sensation spread through her stomach and it felt like that apple was going to come back up. A tear formed in her eye, threatening to drop, as she held her breath.

'Not again,' She thought.

Once she felt her feet come into contact with the floor, she crumbled over, gripping her stomach and fell onto her knees. She looked up behind her and saw Kurt staring. Slightly embarrassed, she looked around and saw that Logan had taken down the helicopter and he was staring at her with clear frustration and anger. For a moment, she felt a pulse of fear from his glare, but it was all forgotten as she felt a tug at her stomach.

"Oh God," She mumbled before looking down and throwing up. Once she finished, her throat burned and she felt a tear slide down her cheek.

"Turn it off!" She suddenly heard Logan yell and everyone turned to stare at him. The holographic images faded slowly until there was nothing but the silver room. Logan began to march over to Andrea and she silently began to freak out.

'I am so screwed,' she silently drawled. The look on his face could rival the devil himself and his claws were stuck out in a threatening manner. She redirected her gaze back to the floor, wishing she were just back in her room. His shoes came into her vision and she hesitantly looked up, fearing what would happen.

"What were you doing?" He asked, putting a pause between every word in an evident attempt to calm himself.

'Oh, God. I'm scared. If looks could kill,' Her thoughts raced around, as she stared up at him. She became so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the empty silence that was emitted through her mouth. His fists were clenched in a shaking frustration. His hair was slightly out of place, and his face was lined with a thin sheet of sweat.

"What were you doing?" He repeated himself, breathing through his clenched teeth," No, better yet, what were you thinking?"

Andrea shifted uncomfortably, as she felt everyone's gaze on her. She could feel the pity radiating from some and confusion from others.

"There was the helicopter….and the missile….and-"

"Kid, I can't hear you when you mumble," The older man bluntly stated and Andrea looked up at him with a bit of sorrow and regret. Her gaze was returned with an annoyed and slightly amused stare. She looked down again and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"I don't really know what I was doing. I was just scared I guess."

"Of what?"

"Getting my head blown off by a missile?"

"It's a hologram."

And that was when she really felt like a stupid baby. She'd known it was a hologram and she was still afraid of it. She'd been scared of something that wasn't real. That didn't exist. Bits of fallen hair fell around her face, as she stared at his shoes, and she heard him sigh.

"You wouldn't last a second against Magneto and his followers."

She was tempted to ask who Magneto was, but she figured it would be better to save any further questions for later.

"I guess so."

Looking up and around Logan, she could see multiple teachers and students staring at her and she felt a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

'How embarrassing,' she silently thought.

"Class dismissed," Logan stated in a fancy, official voice.

Getting up, she and the rest of the class began to leave.

"Andrea!" She heard someone call her name and she turned around to see Rogue.

"Oh, hey Rogue."

"Are you okay?" She suddenly asked, examining Andrea.

"Erm, Yeah, why?"

"Well, after that little mishap, you look a little shaken."

"Oh, I'm fine. It's just Logan creeps me out a bit."

Rogue let out a laugh and gave Andrea a smile, similar to the one earlier in the kitchen.

"He may seem rough on the outside, but he really is caring. He's just had a tough past."

"It seems like he has anger management issues. Has he ever considered a psychiatrist?"

"I'll tell him you suggested that."

Letting out a laugh, Andrea stared down and smiled," I'm sure that would help our relationship!"

"Majorly," Rogue stated and began to turn down a hallway, and Andrea sent her a confused look.

"Rogue, wait!"

The young mutant stopped and turned her head slightly.

"Yeah?"

Andrea glanced nervously around the hallways and said in a slightly embarrassed tone," Could you help me find my room?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. What style is your room?"

"Style?"

"Is you room connected to another or is it a single?"

"Mine is connected to Kurt's."

"Oh, that hallway! If I can remember, that room is really close to Bobby's!"

"Am I near any girls?" Andrea asked with a freaked tone, fearing that she was stuck in a hallway with a bunch of guys.

"Sure, you're near Kitty," Rogue said, adding a disgusted tone to Kitty's name.

"Have I met her yet?"

"Nah, she usually hangs around Bobby."

Andrea sent her a confused look and she asked," But I thought you and Bobby were together?"

"We are."

"So their just friends."

"Yes."

"Just making sure."

Marie turned her head and looked towards a door to Andrea's left.

"I think this is your room."

"I hope so," Andrea mumbled, as she opened the door. Upon seeing the green walls and beige carpet she nodded her head.

"Thanks Rogue. That helped a lot. I would've been wandering endlessly in the hallways if I was alone."

Rogue gently laughed.

"It's no problem. Anyways, I'll see you 'round later, right?"

"You bet," Andrea said, slightly giggling, and walked into her room. She glanced towards the clock and sighed.

"It's only 2?" She looked around the room and walked towards the side table and pulled open the drawer, examining its contents. A Reader's Digest magazine.

"Oh, what fun," She said. She had to admit that the simple magazine brought back memories of her mother, but she always thought the magazine was dreadfully boring. Flipping open the book, she came to a page titled 'Economy in Crisis: How it Came to Be."

"And it still hasn't changed," She said, closing the magazine, slipping it into the drawer and shut it.

Striding over to the vanity, she opened its drawer and saw multiple pairs of jeans, cotton shirts, and undergarments. Jumping onto her bed, she relaxed amongst the blankets and sighed.

"There's nothing to do!" She yelled into a pillow. Pondering stuff to do, she had to dismiss all of the ideas because they would end up with either someone getting hurt or her ending up in public. She wasn't quite ready to go back into the city after the incident.

"I know!" She said, getting up," I should go thank Kurt for helping me!"

She jumped up off of her bed and walked through her door and into the hallway. She came to Kurt's door and gave a light knock on it.

From inside the room, the older man sat on the side of his bed, cradling a rosary, praying before a tiny statue of Mary that sat next to his bed. He froze suddenly when he heard the soft knock. This was odd to him. No one ever came to visit him. Well Ororo did on occasion, but it was rare that she did. He was quiet and stared at the door until another knock came, but louder.

"Wer dort?" He called out in a cautious but calm tone. (Who's there?")

"I don't know what you just said, but its Andrea! Can I come in?"

"Ja," He muttered in a quiet tone. The doorknob and in came the familiar face of the 19-year-old girl.

"Hi!" She exclaimed, waving her hand and looked around his room," Whoa, your room is way different from mine."

The wall were painted a very dark blue that was almost black, and his carpet was similar but lighter beige. Lining the walls were two posters, one in German, the other in English. A caption in bold letters said The Munich Circus presents: 'The Incredible Nightcrawler.' In between the captions was evidently a cartoonish drawing of Kurt. She marveled slightly at the posters and walked towards one. While she did this, Kurt stared at her in slight amusement and slight shock. She put one hand on the poster, feeling its surface and she looked towards Kurt.

"Kurt, were you in the circus?"

When he nodded, her eyes widened in amazement.

"Seriously, what did you do?"

"I was an acrobat, but I did this special teleporting act."

She smiled and turned to Kurt," I bet that kept critics guessing."

He nodded to her and he cocked his slightly.

"Andrea, I'm not trying to be rude, but vhy did you come here?"

"Oh," She stated and for the first time noticed his rosary clutched in his hand," I'm sorry! Did I interrupt your praying?"

"Vell, ja, but its fine."

"I really just wanted to thank you for saving me earlier today in that session."

"It vas nothing," He stated bluntly.

"Nothing? That thing could've killed me! Are all danger room sessions like that?"

"Sometimes Logan changes it but the levels of danger are usually the same."

"Great," the younger girl stated, running a hand through her bangs," Logan teaches that danger room stuff?"

"That and art," Kurt said.

"Wow, Logan and art. I never would've guessed," She heard Kurt gently laugh and she looked over at him. Swiftly, she strode to the bedside and sat down.

"Kurt," She began," what are those markings running up and down your body?"

"They are angelic symbols passed onto mankind by the angel Gabriel."

"Are they," Andrea paused slightly, looking for the right word," self-inflicted?"

With a nod, a look of concern crossed her features.

"Why?"

"Vhy vhat?"

"Why did you hurt yourself? You're the sweetest person I've met here so far."

"One for each sin."

"That can't be healthy. God forgives. You don't need to punish yourself in such a harsh manner. If I did that each time I sinned, I would be dead by now."

"Someone of your age couldn't have committed so many sins such as myself."

Andrea leaned in closer and slight hissed in a quiet tone, "You'd be surprised at the things a person can do in 19 years."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Both of their heads turned toward the door.

"Kurt," It was Ororo," Is Andrea in there? She wasn't in her room."

"Yeah, I am," Andrea quickly answered for herself.

Ororo opened the door and looked inside.

"Andrea, we got your car from the church parking lot."

"You did? Sweet!"

A/N: Okay, once again, sorry for the long wait. I stayed up until 11 PM doing this so I hope it was good. :)