MANSION HALLWAYS************************************************

N'Dare headed back towards her room not bothering to sniff the air to find her way back by smelling her mother's most recent sent path. If she took a wrong turn oh well, she wanted to look around the mansion. As she wandered she lost herself in thought. Wondering what the boys and girls who were her friends were doing right now she didn't realize that she was about to bump into someone until it was too late.

As she crashed into him Jaime multiplied into 4 Jaimes. N'Dare jumped back up quickly blushing and apologizing then stopped when she saw 4 of the same boys getting up from the floor. He looked at her then blushed at the shocked look on her face and pulled himself back together and mumbled an apology looking at the ground embarrassed. When he lived with his parents they got angry at him whenever he multiplied ,even if it wasn't his fault he had bumped into something.

N'Dare composed herself again and then let her composure slip and exclaimed "That was so awesome!" grinning wildly.

Jaime looked at her for a second then beamed happily and said "Thanks, I'm Jaime Maddrox or Multiple Man when I become an X man." holding out his hand. She took it and shook it firmly smiling.

"I'm N'Dare Munroe-T'Challa and I don't have a code name, I'm new." she said with a smile.

"Where are you from you speak with an accent?" Jaime said looking at her curiously.

"Africa my Grandpa kinda taught my English when I was younger. My mom just brought me here." she said thinking of how Papa X had mentally taught her English on one of his visits.

"OH that's cool. Did your mom just dump you here too?" he asked only realizing a second too late that probably wasn't polite. "Not that the- there any-" he was thankfully cut off by N'Dare.

"No she's talking to Papa X write now."

"Wait now I'm confused, whose Papa X?" Jaime asked starting to feel his head hurt, not making the connection.

"Professor Xavier" she said impatiently. Wow this guy is thick.

"You're the Professor's granddaughter ?" Jaime said looking confused. "But your-"

"Black? No duh" N'Dare said with and exasperated sigh I guess I'm gonna have to spell it out for him. "He's not my real Grandpa both of my real ones are dead. But he was like a father to my mom so he's like my grandpa."

"Ok I get it….so who's your mom"

"Ororo Munroe or like my Uncle Remy calls her Stormy."

"Ok that's cool"

"Weeeeeeell I'm gonna go take a nap, nice meeting you Jaime."

"Yeah Bye" he said with a grin on his face. Then when she was gone it hit him. Ms .Munroe's daughter? Wait What? But- no I'm just gonna stop right there my head hurts too much already. Jaime groaned and decided to go take some Advil and lie down for a while until his head stopped hurting.

Kitchen***************************************************************

"Come on Amara. I'm only bad at baking maybe I'm better at cooking pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease" Kitty pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

"No Kitty, this is a very complicated dish and I don't want to poison anyone. It's my night to cook ,your tomorrow. I'll teach you another dish then, ok?" Amara said. Kitty made a face at having to wait but agreed and walked off to find Piotr who had, miraculously, became good friends , even with the Russians quiet demeanor. Amara sighed in relief and went back to cooking. She was making a traditional Nova Roman dish.

She had lied the dish wasn't really complicated but Amara wanted to be left alone to do this. It reminded her of her home and how sometimes when she was little she would sneak into the kitchen and help the chefs cook. They would always be singing when they were cooking. Chef Maria told her it was because it made the food taste better like when you sing to plants to make them grow better. So the kitchen was always filled with music and songs. That's were she had learned most of the Nova Roman songs that she would always hum when she was homesick. But her mother would always find out about her being in the kitchen and scold her and tell her it wasn't proper. When she was 12 she gave up going to the kitchens and took on the pompous princess role that she didn't grow out of until at least a year at the Institute.

Before she had left her home to go to Xavier's, the old cook had stopped her in the hallway and told her that if ever she was homesick to remember the songs and sing them and to remember her home. Before that she hadn't spoke to the cook in three years ,but she still cared for the women, she had been more like a mother than her own mother had been and so she had promised to do exactly what she said and write monthly to her. And so they had, she would send letters every month on what had been happening, how her training was, what recipes she had made, also how ,when she had dropped the princess act after awhile, she had even more friends. So as she cooked and sang quietly she remembered the kitchen back in Nova Roma and could hear the other voices singing as well and the taste of sauce on her tongue, spicy and tangy.

"Why do you always sing that song Sheila?" an Australian accent asked behind her making her jump slightly and almost knock a pot over as she spun around. "Yer always singn it and it always seems like yer in another place when ya do." he continued "And it's always when no else is around, it sounds really beautiful but kinda …sad like yer mourning" he said giving her a questioning look. One of the few looks not accompanied by a mad grin or maniacal laughter.

The compliment made her blush and she turned back to cooking. Sadly she was almost done, all she had to do was put the food on platters. Might as well tell him it's not a big secret or anything.

"When I was younger I would help in the kitchens. Maria, who was like a mother to me, taught me how to cook and that when your cooking that it helps to sing to your food, even if your voice is terrible." she said throwing a smile over her shoulder, which he returned with a slightly mad, but cute grin.

Blushing, she turned back to the food and started to put it on metal plates and trays to be brought to the tablefor Lorna to set out, as she continued. " Then of course I became a pompous princess and stopped going to the kitchens, thinking what I was taught to think, that they were all below us. But when I found out about my powers she was the first to find out ,even if I still acted like a complete brat to her, she was still there when I needed her most. Before I left for Xavier's she pulled me aside and said that to remember if I ever cook to sing to the food and that if I ever feel homesick, need comfort or just feel alone ,to sing the songs I learned and she would here me and sing too. She would sing and we would connect through it and she would send a little piece of home over through her song."

Amara paused and turned around with the platters and silverware in her hands and arms, leaving some on the counter to come back for. "I guess that was the beginning of the death of the Nova Roma, bitchy, princess act. Tabby and the rest of the kids at the mansion did the rest." she said jokingly.

Amara left the room quickly feeling nervous and embarrassed about telling John all that, but then heard what he said next and grinned.

"Wait! Whaat! Princess?" he said sounding surprised "Of course John you freaking like a Princess. Bloody 'ell" he muttered making Amara giggle and smile. He likes me, she thought blushing, then went over to her green haired friend and asked if she could set out the silver ware.

Magneto looked up at his old friends home. He hadn't been here since it was opened…..the first time around. He didn't want to do this but he knew he had to speak to Charles. Mystique said that Destiny had seen there was a threat coming and that the X men would be needed to stop it. It was still unclear what it was, Destiny could only see little bits ,nothing clear ever since she had become blind, but she had said that he needed to speak to his old friend, Xavier. Apparently they needed to at least have a truce, it would not do to have no allies when this threat arrived.

So here he stood, on his enemy/ friend's doorstep in only a black suit, no helmet no nothing. He needed to earn Charles's trust so he left his helmet and wore civilian clothing. Well nice, expensive civilian clothing, of course, he thought. He banged on the door and it was opened a second later by none other than Charles Xavier, he must have knew he was there before Magneto had even reached the steps.

"Hello Eric what is it that you want?" Charles asked politely noticing that his friend wasn't wearing his protective helmet, interesting.

"Charles, we need to talk Destiny has seen something troubling. I would like to….speak …about a ….truce of sort." He eventually got out like a reluctant school child, much to Xavier's amusement.

"Of course Eric, I would gladly speak of a truce. Do come in, we will go to my study." said Charles rolling away to his study. Magneto closed the door behind him and followed. Glancing in at open doors, he saw several children in the recreation room, but they didn't notice him. The next door he glanced in on he stopped in his tracks staring, shock and old memories assaulting him.

A beautiful new born baby with light green hair was held in his arms as her mother lay sleeping in the hospital bed. She cooed at him happily and smiled, not afraid. That's when he knew he could not really be her father, he was not worthy to raise this beautiful creature. He had already failed three times with the twins and…Anya. The memory of that fateful night still tormented him.

He would not subject her through that. That night he left his new wife and ran away with the baby. He kissed her head and left a slip of paper that read Lorna in her blanket. He left her there on the doorstep, ringing the bell first, of a random house in the suburbs hoping she would have a chance at having a good father and family. That night his heart became icy once again, all warmth and love disappearing into the night as he did never to be seen again.

There sitting at the dining room table was a beautiful girl of about seventeen. Her hair was green and cut in a ragged bob a few inches past her chin. The tips were dyed black, like they had been dipped in black paint. She pushed side bangs away from across her forehead as she focused on a book about the holocaust.(AN: this is a tribute to the fact Magneto was in a concentration camp when he was younger and that his powers manifested when they took his parents away.) She wore a black choker around her neck, and a black tank top with a green t-shirt on top that came of f her shoulders that had a design across the chest .(A/N: use your imagination on the design) Her nails were the same shade as her pants ,black.

She was focused completely on her work and didn't notice Magneto staring. Even though she was much older and looked different he still knew it was her, Lorna, his daughter. As he watched a girl ,about a year younger that he recognized from his file as being the princess, walked in with silverware and a couple metal platters full of delicious food.

She said something to Lorna making her glance up, Magneto retreated closer to the shadows and the side of the doors. But she didn't look over at him, she nodded her head to the girl and waved her hand. Magneto felt a swell of fatherly pride that was unlike him as all the silverware went and set itself at the long table, then the platters were laid out as a few more came in, hovering, and were also put on the table. She had his powers.

"Ah Lorna, yes she is a recent addition. After her parents died in a plane crash she was bounced from foster home to foster home, because the families couldn't accept her powers . But of course you probably already new that, didn't you Eric?" Charles asked looking at him hard. Obviously his old friend knew something.

"Interesting powers she has." Magneto said, glancing at the girl, acting nonchalant, who was putting her book down as students streamed in from the recreation room for supper.

"Yes… they are very interesting. Now about that truce….just come with me to my office and we'll discuss it." Charles said wheeling away. With one last glance at the girl, while also spotting his former acolytes, he turned and followed. He had lost his acolytes all he had was Mystique and Saber tooth , he needed to rebuild his team and he knew just where to start.

AN: Yeah I wanted to bring Lorna in cause I like her. I don't know who to pair her with yet so suggestions please. But she will be meeting her siblings soon *evil grin*. Pietro will have fit.

Oh one more thing REVIEW PLEASE

oh and mew fong don't worry it was a good question I would probably ask the same thing and thanks for reviewing. Oh and about N'Dare you'll just have to wait I've got plans for her visions but she'll probably get spontaneous ones and also ones she can control, and I'm going to put in Fight-vision, kinda like alice in twilight except , since N'Dare is gonna take after her father mostly, so she's gonna be a natural fighter. ok? Ok I'll stop babbling nowJ