I awoke in a lab room. It seemed that most of my life since I came here had been spent lying in a hospital or conked out in a room somewhere. An I.V. ran something into my bloodstream, probably more of the serum, since emotion had drained much of it. Cyclops came into the room, and asked me, "How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, and he smiled. "Good. The professor ran tests while you were asleep, and thinks we may have found the remedy for your attacks. Is there any way, - and would you allow us - to induce an attack?" I gave him a wry smile.

"You might not believe this, but your timing is right on schedule. I calculated the time between them, and I think the next one is due any minute now." He immediately took me down the hall to another room, where the professor was studying a screen full of DNA.

"What we've found in your blood stream is a component of saliva. We don't know what form or type it is, so study will have to be a major part of this. Do you have any idea what this could be?"

He showed me a DNA twist that was partially broken away on both sides. "The only thing I know about it," I replied, "Is that when he was 'experimenting', it couldn't come from Mystique; only from him or Sabertooth."

The professor grimaced in confusion, and pointed me toward what looked like a state of the art MRI machine. I lay back and was sucked in. It rumbled around me, and then suddenly stopped.

"What the…!" I heard Scott exclaim. I climbed out and stared at the screen, then sighed in relief. "It's just the water." I told them. "My mutation left me with more than just your average human aspects. Let me show you."

I allowed myself to flow into my natural body, my legs stretching to a proper length of four feet, my pointed ears nearly three inches above my head. "I keep them hidden for a purpose. So much so that sometimes I forget that they exist. I don't like to be noticed. In past experience, it leads to trouble."

I gave them a lofty grin, as I looked down from a vantage point a foot above Cyclops's head.

"It creates too many problems, so I keep my shifts to myself." The professor couldn't stop staring, and Scott was surprised out of all tact and stated bluntly, "You're an elf. A living, breathing, winged elf. Holy … I'm speechless."

A soft voice spoke from the doorway. "Then she's achieved the impossible." Jean teased Cyclops, and he blushed and muttered an apology. I waved him off. "Now professor, you wanted to …"

I doubled over, spasms racking my body.