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Okay, my head hurt. I was in a comfortable bed. There were stickers on my chest that were taking my vitals, judging by the beeping I heard. I also became aware of the smell of nail polish, and heard bubble gum popping.

I groaned, opened my eyes to the fluorescent lights above me, and sat up. Ouch. I grabbed my head, wondering what had made me think that had been a good idea. I also noticed that only one of my hands had obeyed. I looked at my left hand and saw that it was cuffed to the rail of a hospital bed.

"Headache?" asked a girl's voice. I looked up and saw a girl, with blond hair, and an reddish shirt, sitting on a chair against the wall, next to a glass door, that read 'YAB KCIS'. For a millisecond I wondered what the hell that meant, but then I processed it. Oh. SICK BAY. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn't much of a morning person, jeez, I'm not even that good at waking up from naps, but this was ridiculous.

The girl smirked and moved to the other side of the room to a cabinet and tossed me a bottle, which, through some miracle, I was able to catch. It was Aspirin.

"The closest thing we have to a cure for Rogue induced hangovers." the girl said, with a grin.

I was able to give her a weak smile of my own. But then it all rushed back to me; the X-Men, the roof, Rogue, falling.

"What did she do to me?" I asked, my voice hoarse, taking the pills dry.

"Rogue can't touch anyone, not skin-to-skin, or else she'll absorb your memories, and life force, it can put humans in comas, but with mutants, she takes their powers for a little bit." said the girl seriously.

"You gotta a name?" I asked. My voice sounded like I'd been smoking for years.

"Tabitha, but I go by Boom-Boom."

"Why's that?" I asked.

Tabitha grinned, and tossed something at me. In my hand was a very hot, although not burning hot, little ball of energy, which looked like fire. The ball got hotter until I tossed it away from me, exploding in mid-air.

I grinned."Cool. So, are you my guard?" I pulled at my cuff to emphasis my point.

"Yep. The X-Men said to 'keep close watch on her' until they got back."

"Back? And aren't you an X-Man?"

"I don't know where they are, but apparently when Rogue was lucid enough to talk about what she got off of you, she got your name, and I guess they went to track down your family. As for the second question, I'm a New Mutant, not a real X-Man yet. Now, maybe you can tell me your name."

"Meyer. Desiree Meyer." I said with a smile, using my best James Bond impression without making my voice like his completely.

"So, what's your deal?" she asked, looking genuinely interested. "When did your mutation kick in?"

"When I was 14." I said with a shrug.

She frowned. "How old are you now?"

"I turned 16 back in March."

"How come the professor never found you?"

"My dad was a telepath, he helped me gain control of my powers and made sure nobody found me."

"Oh. Wait, 'was a telepath'?"

"He died 6 months ago. Cancer. I took off after the funeral and decided to head here."

"Why didn't you come here in the first place, when your mutation kicked in?"

"I didn't need to."

"What about your mom?"

"Don't know. She had to leave when I was 1."

"Did she know about mutants? About your dad?"

"Yeah, she was a mutant too, I got my powers from her, plus the blue skin."

Tabitha frowned. "What was your mom's name?"

"Raven Darkholme." Tabitha's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, causing me to smile. "I'm guessing you've heard of her?"

"So, you're Kurt's sister?" Bobby 'Iceman' Drake asked me for the millionth time, staring hard at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, dammit, I am Kurt's sister." I said, letting my annoyance show.

After I had told Tabitha who I was, she had been cool about it and taken off the cuffs, letting me shower (HALLELUJAH), tossed my clothes in the wash, given me a nice warm robe to wear, and now I was sitting in their kitchen, eating a Dagwood and being interrogated by the students (I couldn't figure out how everyone was able to fit in there).

They had told me a bit about the X-Men; Scott Summers/Cyclops, Jean Grey the telepath, Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat, Rogue, Logan/Wolverine, Evan Daniels/Spyke, Kurt/Nightcrawler (great, my brother was a worm), Ororo Munroe/Storm, Hank McCoy/Beast and, of course, Professor Xavier.

Apparently, Bobby Drake/Iceman had been there the longest of all the New Mutants, leaving him in charge. His home life was pretty tense, because his parents were uncomfortable with Bobby being a mutant. He was 17 and a Junior, a year older than moi.

His apparent girlfriend, Jubilee (her real name was Jubilation Lee, so she just went by her codename), was a girl of Chinese descent, and could shoot fireworks from her hands. After mutants had been exposed, and the Mansion had gotten blown up, her parents had taken her home, not that it was much better there, and so her parents let her return. She was 17 and a Junior.

There was Tabitha's best friend, Amara Aquilla/Magma, who could create and manipulate fire, or, when she could get her hands on it, lava. She was super-shy, and apparently came from an upper-class background. She had just turned 16, so she was in the same grade as me.

Then there was Rahne Sinclair/Wolvesbane, who was from Ireland and could turn into a wolf and a weird mixture of wolf and girl (wow, a real werewolf). She gotten sent home to Ireland after the explosion, too, and, like Jubilee, returned. She was still 15, but was a Sophomore as well.

Then there was Laura, who was Logan's (the guy with the knives in his hands) clone/daughter, who had been made by terrorists in order to make a living weapon, the poor kid. Apparently she still had a lot of issues that Logan and the Professor were helping her deal with (maybe he's not so bad after all). Laura wasn't much of a conversationalist, and when she did talk, she was pretty negative about stuff. She was a Freshman, approximately 15 years old, so far she was doing pretty well in school.

The youngest was Jamie Madrox/Multiple, who could make temporary clones of himself, and was about 13, in 8th grade. He had difficulty controlling his powers, apparently, cause whenever he got hit/shoved/smacked/whatevered hard enough, he had at least 4 clones.

There was Roberto de Costa/Sunspot, who was from Brazil, who got his powers from the sun, and seemed to be flirting with Wolvesbane. His dad, apparently, was a business tycoon and was Roberto's best friend. He was another Junior, although he was still 16.

There was Ray Crisp/Berzerker, who had electric powers, and had the weirdest hair I'd ever seen in my life, and my hair was naturally blue. He was pretty laid back, and had once been part of a group called the Morlocks, mutants who lived in the sewers because they couldn't pass as human. He didn't have anything to say about his home life. He was 16, another Junior.

There was Dani Moonstar/Pysche, who could cause nightmares, and had some sort of stasis power, which had kept her alive for 2 years when she had been trapped in a cave, although they didn't understand it. She had lived with her grandfather, but she had come here because her grandfather decided to move to the reservation. She and her grandfather had been living in a ghost town, because her powers had been so out of control that everyone left town. She was going to be 17 in a few weeks, and she was a Junior.

There was Forge/Jonathan Silvercloud, who was a super genius who could turn his arm into some sort of multitask tool, and had somehow gotten sucked into an alternate dimension for almost 30 years, until my brother got sucked in as well and the other X-Men got him out. Since he was still, technically, about 18, and his parents were in their 70's now, he had moved in, so his parents didn't have to take care of a teenager, and could instead enjoy retirement. He was a Senior at Bayville, and it had been pretty difficult explaining why he had been a student over 20 years ago.

There was Warren Worthington III/Angel, due to his angel wings, and was absolutely gorgeous. He was heir, apparrently, to Worthington industries, but his parents were uncomfortable with his mutation, so they didn't talk much, and he preferred Angel to Warren. He was 20, so he was a Junior in college.

There was Remy Lebeau/Gambit, a Cajun who could turn even mundane items into explosives, such as his preferred playing cards, and apparently had a thing for Rogue. He was a former thief from New Orleans, and former Acolyte of Magneto's. He was actually 19 years old, and, after a lot of convincing, had agreed to attend college as a Freshman.

Piotr Rasputin/Colossus was a giant Russian who could cover his body with organic metal. He was also a former Acolyte, but his family had been held hostage by Magneto, so he hadn't had much choice. He was in the same class as Remy, although he was very interested in art, so he hadn't needed much persuading.

Sam Guthrie/Cannonball could, for lack of better description, literally turn himself into a cannonball. He had lived with his mom and 10 brothers and sisters back in Kentucky until his powers revealed themselves in a coal mining accident. He was an 18 year old Senior at Bayville.

Lastly, there was Alex Summers/Havok, whose brother, Scott Summers/Cyclops was the 'leader' of the X-Men. Years ago, alex, Scott, and their parents were in a plane accident, and only the boys had been able to escape, but when the plane blew up, it separated the brothers, and until just over a years ago, each had thought the other was dead. Alex was adopted by the Masters, and had lived the life a surfer unti his powers flared up. He was recruited by Magneto immediately after that, and he met up with Scott and the X-Men *the original team). He had also recently moved here, in order to learn more about his powers. He was a 17 year old Junior.

"Well..this was kind of our first mission by ourselves, so if we screwed up..." Bobby shifted nervously.

"Well, then I'll set 'em straight when they get back." I said with a shrug.

"Couldn't you have just called? Y'know, if you had wanted to get here?"

It was moments like these that I was glad to be a shapeshifter. You can make it so nobody notices subtle body changes, like, oh, I don't know, blushing.

"Well, I couldn't find you guys in the yellow pages." I lied. In reality, I hadn't even thought of calling. "Now, how does everything work here? I mean, I saw Rogue and a few of the others, but most of them looked about our age," I gestured to all of the high-school aged New Mutants, "and younger than you three." I pointed out Colossus, Gambit, and Angel. "How do you decide who's an X-Men and who's a New Mutant?"

Roberto shrugged. "The instructors decided that. Most of us have only been here for a year. And they'd all been here for over a year when we arrived."

"Huh."

"So, if yer Nighcrawler's souer, that makes ye Roguey's souer as well, non?" Gambit drawled.

Souer? As in sister? Of course, he had to tell me when I was taking a drink. I ran as fast as I could to the sink and spat out my the water in my mouth. A few people laughed at that.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, guys." I grumbled to the chuckleheads before turning on Gambit. "How can they be siblings? If they're the same age, wouldn't that make them twins? My dad never said anything about a sister, just a couple of brothers."

"Mystique adopted Rogue when she was 4 because she knew that Rogue would have powers, same as my dad adopted me 'cuz I could blow stuff up." Gambit explained, narrowing his eyes at me. "What d'you mean a couple of brothers?"

"Just what I said. My mom got around, she has 3 different children with three different men, not including Rogue." I explained. "I'm the youngest, Kurt is the middle child, although I don't know who his dad is. Then there's our elder brother, Graydon Creed."

I was surprised when I was met with gasps of shock and horror. Was it something I said?

"Who was his father?" demanded Piotr urgently.

""Um, Victor Creed, Sabretooth." I said uncertainly. "Why?"

"Don't you know who Graydon Creed is?" Jubilee asked, wide-eyed.

"Um, nooo, I've been on the road for 6 months, I haven't really kept up with the times that much, apart from the whole Apocalypse thing." I answered, wondering when they would cut to the chase.

"Have you heard of the Friends of Humanity?"

I frowned. I'd actually bumped into them a few times. They had seemed like a mixture of Nazis and Ku Klux Klan. Their armbands were Nazi, but their specific target screamed Klan. I nodded in affirmation.

"Well, Creed is the leader of the Friends of Humanity." Bobby explained.

My eyes were bugging out of my head, my jaw had fallen farther than I'd thought possible, and I thought I was going to puke. I bent over and stuck my head between my legs to help the sudden nausea that had swept over me. God, my own brother wanted his own family and the rest of our kind destroyed. Could he know that his parents and siblings were mutants? Someone moved to my side and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?" It was Tabby. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my dad's a two-bit crook who made me help him with my powers and my mom's an alchoholic."

"Jeez, does anyone here not have a messed up background?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"Well, I think Kitty's family life is OK." Amara commented.

"Good for her." Note sarcasm.

All of our heads turned at the sound of people coming down the hall, talking loudly, and their voices did not sound happy. The door burst open, and in the doorway, stood the X-Men.

In the front stood (well, sat) Professor Charles Xavier. He had no hair but his eyebrows were black, as were his eyes. He wore all black, save for the brown jacket. He seemed concerned upon seeing me sitting there with his other students.

Right behind the Professor was Storm. She was very pretty, and about as exotic as they get, obviously of African descent, but with white hair and blue eyes. Her uniform made me think of some sort of warrior queen. Her face was solemn as she watched us.

On the Professor's right side stood Jean Grey. Her uniform was green and black, which looked very nice on her. She had long red hair and green eyes. She seemed to catch on that I wasn't a threat, and she smiled at me. The others had told me that she was a real Little Miss Perfect, but that she was very nice.

To the Professor's left was Cyclops. His name did him justice, because his visor made it look like he had only one eye. He had brown hair and fairer skin than Alex. His uniform was blue and gold. He looked pretty angry, but it wasn't directed at me. He was looking at Bobby.

Betweeen Storm and Cyclops stood the Wolverine. He was short and stocky, with black hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a lot of black leather in his uniform, which made me think of a biker. He looked suspicious and angry. I had feeling I wanted to stay on his good side.

Between Jean and Storm stood Beast. He looked kinda like a blue mixture of a cat and a gorilla. He was also smiling at me in a welcoming way.

Four more people pushed their way to the front. I immediately noticed Spyke frown, not out of anger, but confusion. Kitty looked surprised at seeing me. Rogue looked uncomfortable and... was I seeing a little embarassment there? Although I was correct in my previous thought that her makeup looked way better when dry.

And then there was Kurt. He looked surprsed but cautious when he saw me. This quickly changed to discomfort when I looked him in the eye. He had the same coloring as me, although it was true that his features were a little demonic, though with the lack of malevolence, I supposed he looked more like an elf. His hair was a little longer than mine.

I stood up and went straight to him. He was about my height. He took a tentative step back, alarmed, probably by my staring.

I was about to say something to him, but I realized then that I didn't have a freaking clue about what to say. So, I just blurted out the simplest 'explanation' that I could think of.

"Hi, I'm, Desiree Meyer, and I have the same mom as you."

Kurt's face went blank. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he crashed to the ground.

Now all of the X-Men were staring at me. I tried to ease the tension in the best way I could. I told jokes.

"Well," I laughed uneasily, "at least he didn't say I was nuts."

Jeez that was long, over 3,000 words. But, hey, I was making up for lost time. I've altered a few things, to span out their age groups or because nobody I had to improvise. Also, that actually is Forge's name, I looked it up. Please review, and I apologize for that whole discontinuing thing.