Four years later:

Andy scoured the newspaper looking for any hint or clue to Wade's whereabouts, not that she'd find any, SHIELD was good at covering their tracks; but Wade was even better at leaving breadcrumbs when he couldn't contact her. With her nose stuck in the paper she didn't hear Logan come in and let out a small yelp when the invitation hit her in the face. The heavy and expensive ivory envelope was beautifully engraved with the school's address in gold lettering:

Miss Andromeda Sorin

1407 Graymalkin Lane

Salem Center, NY 10560

"Logan," she called him back into the room, "Do you know where this came from?"

The short man shrugged, "I just get the mail kid," and walked away.

The blonde opened the letter carefully as not to rip the envelope, she pulled out two tickets to Les Miserables, seventh row orchestra center for that night at 9 and a card with a simple and beautifully written message:

"Please grant me the honor of your presence tonight. – V"

The telepath's curiosity piqued even more, tickets to Les Miz and a mystery date. Holding the card trying to pick up any residual thoughts from the sender, but whoever V was must have had someone else write the card to keep their anonymity. Searching the envelope over to see if there was a postmark or return address to give some clue but there was nothing. Smiling she thought, "Who would one, go through so much trouble to keep their identity a secret and two get me tickets to my favorite show." Glancing up at the clock, "Damn, I'm late," she put the card and tickets pack in the envelope as she dashed down the hall nearly running into Hank. He was hanging upside down reading. He did this on a regular basis, said the blood flow to the brain was better. She smiled at the professor, "Just the blue furry man I was looking for," she pushed his small spectacles up his nose.

Dr. McCoy somersaulted off the beam, "How can I help Andromeda?"

"Any way you can tell me where this card was mailed from?"

"With no return address and only a Manhattan postmark, I thought you had a challenge for me," he smiled, "Hurry up before you're later than normal."

The blonde hurried into the classroom of waiting students carrying on conversations or reading, "Sorry, normal excuses and mail delivery was extremely exciting today." A few scattered laughs made their way through the classroom. "Right, where did we leave off yesterday?"

"Blocking," Kitty reminded her.

"Thanks, so get into your groups and we'll start from the top." The kids got into groups of three as Andy tried to push through their blocks. They were doing really well and she was impressed that they could block and some could repel her. Most of the kids were a quick study and could apply the techniques soon after she taught them, she paired the quick learners up with the not so quick to help everyone learn at the same pace. They were really getting through her mental attacks today, completely distracted by her mystery date and that she hadn't heard from Wade in a few weeks. Before she knew it class was over and Beast was walking in with her envelope.

"Did you find anything?"

"Nothing more than you did, I'm afraid," he informed her.

Andy smiled, "It was a long shot, thanks for trying Hank," she hugged him and sighed, "I guess I'll just find out who this is when I meet them."

"You're not goin' alone," Logan growled softly from the doorway.

"Logan," she started but before she could say anything else he grabbed the invitation and smelled it.

"It's too clean," he told her, "I don't like it."

"You don't like anything fun," she told him taking back the invitation, "This is my decision, my life, if it is a trap I am fully capable of handling myself and getting out of the situation before it gets out of hand, telepath if you don't remember," she whispered pointing to her head and smiling.

"It could be anyone," Logan countered.

The blonde crossed her arms, "Anyone who knows my favorite musical and knows exactly where I like to sit in the theater?"

"Logan, Andromeda can handle herself and has done so on many occasions. If this does happen to be a trap she can call for back up and we can be there to help her. It's her decision to go," Charles said rolling into the classroom to stop the commotion.

"Thank you Charles."

The doorbell rang and Jean yelling "Andy, door!" interrupted what Wolverine was going to argue with next. Andy bolted out the room and down the hall to the front door where a few delivery men stood with several packages.

"Andromeda Sorin," the man with an electronic clipboard asked.

"That's me," she politely confirmed.

"Please sign here," he handed her the clipboard and she signed as best she could, her nerves were showing. Once her signature was down one man came in with a crystal vase with two dozen roses, one blood red and the other lavender, her favorite color. Another man handed her a corset laced strapless dress, also dark red in color. The man at the door then gave her a large velvet jewelry box which held a necklace and earrings; small diamonds in the shape of tear drops surrounding larger round rubies. The bracelet was alternating round diamond and rubies. There was another card with the jewelry which read:

"Andromeda,

A car will pick you up at 6:30 to bring you into the city for dinner. I look forward to seeing you. – V"

Andy was so stunned by the gifts she nearly lost her senses. She looked at the man slack jawed with nothing to say. He turned to leave when she found her voice, "Wait," she choked out, "I have to know who sent these gifts."

The man looked through his delivery log, "Creed & Co," he said nonchalantly as he turned to leave.

The name Creed almost knocked the blonde over like a ton of bricks. It all made sense. How could she not see the connection? The musical, the seats, Eponine; that day in the training room and how terrified she was singing to that monster and the days after that. Looking down at the exquisite gown and jewelry which had to have cost a fortune in her hands, had Victor changed? Was he not the savage animal she once knew?

"Creed," Logan seethed with rage from behind her, "Tell me you're not goin now!"

Snapping out of her trance, "I have to," she said softly, he heard her. Wolverine let out a guttural growl and Andy turned, "What if I don't and he attacks the school? It's better if I go, at least now I know who I'm meeting." Logan stormed off towards the garage and a few minutes later a motorcycle roared to life. He wouldn't be heard from for a few days, he always did that when he didn't get his way or needed to blow off steam. Andy chuckled a bit, "Victor Creed, what do you have in store for me?" She gathered up her new things and took them to her room, feeling a rather odd mix of anticipation, nerves, and fear.