"What?" Camron stirred. "Wha happened?"

"We were taken." A student's voice said. Opening brown eyes, Camron saw that she was in a circular room with about ten students from her father's school. The kids were distressed. "Don't worry." The girl said. "They're coming for us." She wasn't as calm as she sounded, but the room became less tense at her words.

Still, Camron despised mutants. "HELP!!!" She screamed. "HELP ME PLEASE!"

"Be quiet mutant." An adult male yelled back.

"NO, PLEASE. I'm not a mutant!" She told him. "I'm human. Please. It's all been misunderstood." The man stayed silent, so Camron screamed until her voice was gone. Then she sat against the wall, crying. Somehow, she felt that life couldn't get any worse. She found herself wrong as pain coursed through her head and a feeling of death fell over them all. She was going to die in a hole with mutants. In her dieing moments, Camron accepted that being a dieing mutant was her fate. She welcomed it with open arms, knowing that she would soon be dead…but death didn't come.

In a black cloud, a new mutant showed his blue face. Somehow, she felt safe with him, safe in a mutant's arms. She could have cried, but she was all out of tears. She clung to him when he reached for her. The thought ran through her head that he was a mutant and couldn't be trusted, But it was soon chased away by the memory of how the humans had treated her. How she had screamed for hours and no help had come…'No help? But…mutants…they helped me.' She ran with them to find the way out. 'I know who I am now.' She found herself surprised. 'I'm not a curse; I am Camron Rose, a mutant.'

They stopped outside a room with a circular door. "Scott, No." Jean said. "His mind is connected. Blowing the door may kill him.

"Who?" Camron asked in a weak voice.

"Xavier." Storm answered without thinking. "Kurt. I need to get into that room. I have faith in you."

'My father's in there.' Camron thought as jean warned of Illusions. She piggy-backed on their cloud. No longer in the hall, she looked around the sphere of a room. There was a small girl standing at the end of the walkway. The room changed, she now stood not next to storm, but next to a little girl who was behind her father. White lights screamed overhead.

"Father." He would never hear her. She had killed her voice. She touched the back of his neck, feeling for something, some sort of connection…THERE! "STOP." She said firmly in both their minds. The room grew quiet. The girl tuned into a man in a wheelchair and Storm and Kurt now stared at them.

"I'm proud of you." Was all he told her before a cloud covered them again. They were funning once more.

They neared the floodgate as it closed. "You don't want to go that way…trust me." Logan told them. "I know another way." They followed him out into the snow and to the crashing aircraft. Camron sat, shivering at her father's side. She clung to his hand as the jet wouldn't move.

She could feel the anxiety and fear when Jean left them. She felt love as Jean used Xavier to say good-bye, and Loss, Heartache, and grief when she was gone.

The jet was off the ground, Scott and Logan wept over their lost love. The flight home was quiet with mourning.

Despite of herself, Camron smiled. It was small and big all in one. For so long, the word 'home' meant nothing to her. Now…It meant everything.

I think I'm going to cry..sniff

R&R I do not own X-men...Camron is mine!!!!!!!!!!!!