AN: Yay! I'm finally over writer's block and here's a new chapter. Thanks, to rosebudlilac and TristeAlma.

Chatty POV

I was skipping lunch to finish all my homework. We're supposed to do our homework during study hall and free time, but I was talking to John and Peter the entire time yesterday. John told me this morning that he'd been up till two in the morning working on in, but I chose to wait till lunch. Halfway through my math homework some random kid told me I was wanted in the principal's office. I scribbled down some random problems , I'll come back and write the right answers if I have time.

I marched quickly to the office with my hands in pockets. Robin was already there leaning against the back wall tapping her foot nervously. The only other person in the room was who I assumed was the professor. He was leaning back in his chair with a warm, friendly smile on his face. I took a step forward so I was a foot father into the room then Robin. Instead of slouching, I stood straight with my feet shoulder length apart and my hands clasped behind my back.

The professor rolled out from behind his desk slowly, while introducing himself and welcoming us to the school. I half-listened, but most of my thoughts were directed to not thinking. I have actually experience with clearing my mind, because my brother taught me when I was really young. He continued to talk. He explained that they needed official files if we wanted to stay at this school. I held my breath silently, waiting for him to say the magic words. Eventually, he decided to quit the playing around and asked outright, about who we really were. I didn't look back at robin, because I knew through experience she was waiting for me to speak.

I answered crisply, trying to be as respectful as possible, "I be happy to tell you the truth, about myself and I'm sure Robin feels the same way, but can't you just read our minds and be done with it. I would save me a lot of pain."

I knew Robin was nodding fervently behind me, probably to afraid to say anything unless she let something slip. Xavier seemed to think hard about his answer, "You see the problem is that I can't. both of you seem to be immune to my abilities. The interesting thing is that, the reason that Robin is immune is clearly linked to her abilities. However, Chatty, the thing blocking you're mind is something I recognize."

I raised my eyebrow in actually surprise. This was not what I had expected him to stay. I can protect my thoughts from someone, but he was suggesting that I was completely shielded. I realized he was looking at me for a reply so I tried to come up with a normal response, "I really don't know what you're talking about. I've had basic anti-physic training, but I don't think that's what you're talking about…", I trailed off waiting for him to continue.

"Have you ever heard of someone named Eric Lensherr, otherwise known as Magneto", shook my head even more confused. He continued, "I was curious because Magneto is an old friend of mine that discovered a way to protect himself from my abilities. You're transparency in my mind is very similar to that helmet".

Robin spoke up now, "Well, she's clearly not wearing a helmet and I don't see the connection, but if you what my story then I'd be perfectly fine telling you. You might want to talk to Chatty first cause I tend to wander around when I'm telling a story. I know that's a problem I have, so I have no secrets. Literally, I blurt out everything that comes to my mind, so it's kinda like you're reading my mind except it's more jumbled up and confusing. But my mind is just as jumbled up as my speech and…"

I cut Robin off sharply, "What Robin is long-windily trying to say is that, I will tell you my story and she will tell you hers. It might help you understand my "immunity". The only request I have is that no one else sees or hears about my story unless it is absolutely necessary."

Xavier nodded seeming to understand my request, "I can assure you that students records are all confidential."

I quickly looked back at Robin. She seemed to have relaxed slightly now that I was the center of attention. Her face was an open book of trust. I didn't blame her for being so honest, in fact it probably softened the effect of my mistrust in the professor's eyes. She glanced at me and smiled warmly and encouragingly. At first, I had planned to send her out of the room, afraid that if she heard she might blurt out some secret, but I changed my mind because I knew that I really needed to start trusting Robin if I wanted to stay her friend. I turned around and began to tell my story.

"Well, I guess the start of my story was long before I was even born. My older brother was a mutant as well. He could see thing other people couldn't. he could never quite explain it, but it always seemed like he would notice things other would ignore, like he knew where and when to look so he'd see everything he could. It was all fine and good for the first twelve years of his life. Everyone just thought he was smart.

"It changed when he turned thirteen. He begun to see premonitions peoples deaths. At first my parents just thought he was being a stupid kid, but then the premonitions begun to come true. At this time, the concept of mutants was still pretty new. My parents told him that if he could get rid of the power they would throw him out on the street. By this time, the visions were driving him insane, he just knew too much. He realized that he'd never heard anything unusual, only seen it, so the only thing he could think of doing was to blind himself. He thought once his sight was gone he go back to normal. Instead, my parents locked him up in a mental hospital.

"He never really told me what happened there, but he managed to escape with the help of another mutant. Even after he blinded himself, he could still sense things. Most of the time he could walk around like he could see. He eventually learned to accept that he was different. And while that was happening, my parents decided to have another kid to replace him. They thought I would be normal, but my brother knew better. He worked at the daycare my parents sent me to and he recognized me as a mutant as soon as he met me. After my powers started to emerge, he taught me control. It was all well and good until I was five, I lost control and my parents realized what I was. My brother kidnapped me and we ran.

"When we ran away, we brought another mutant along. He was born the same day I was and had been my best friend for years. There's not much to tell after that. We continued to run around. A few times we stayed in one place for a few months, but in the end we couldn't stay anywhere. You see my friend's parents had accused him of kidnapped me. My parents didn't care enough to even report my disappearance. Robin joined us when I was… ten I think. My friend left us around that time. My brother died a year or two after that."

I heard Robin let out a small gasp behind me. I instantly regretted saying that. She would be really pissed when she found out that I'd lied to her for all those years. I knew that she'd always secretly hoped he was still alive. I turned to look at her but had to turn around again quickly seeing the horror on her face. The professor didn't looked surprised, just sad. I guess a lot of mutants have tragic stories. Their was a unbearable silence for what seemed like forever, but final the professor spoke, "What were the names of your friend and brother? And while we're on that subject what's you're real name?"

I hissed quietly, "I don't know what my real name is. I think it might have been Catherine or something that started with C. I have no idea what my brother's name is my parents pretended that he didn't exist and I only ever knew him as Shady, because he always wore shades to cover his eyes. My friends name was Jack, no last name so good luck finding him. I wish I could help you. I forgot almost everything about my family and my name was the first thing I forgot."

He nodded and I took that as a cue to leave. I left as slowly as I could so I didn't seem as freaked as I was. As soon as the door closed behind me I took a jagged breath. I started to move down the hallway toward my dorm. I was trying to keep my breath under control. That stupid man, he just made me betray the promise I'd made both of the boys. Never tell anyone about you're past. Especially Jack, when he'd left he'd made me swear never to tell anyone about him.

I opened the door of my room praying that my roommate wasn't in. Thankfully, she wasn't. I flopped down on my bed limply. I lay there for a few seconds letting myself wallow in self-pity. After a minute or so, I pushed my self up trying to clam down. It wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. After all, my brother was dead and there's no way they could find Jack, just using his first name. It isn't exactly a rare name.

I glanced at my left hand examining the ring he gave me when I met him at the mall. It refused to wear it on my wedding finger even though he assured me it definitely wasn't meant to be that. It was plain dark metal, not silver or gold. I wasn't quite sure what it was made of but I didn't really care. I quickly squashed the temptation to throw it away. It was the only memory I had of him, and I wasn't going to destroy it no matter how upset I was.

There was still the matter of Robin to deal with. I knew her story. Her parent were leaders of the anti-mutant association in her suburban town. They were the kind of parents that tried to make their daughter the perfect picture of normality. I didn't know how badly they actually treated her, but I knew that she didn't hesitate to follow us, even though she hadn't known she was a mutant until Shady told her. She was actually the reason we had been running so hard when we arrived here. Her parents were convince that we had kidnapped her just to attack them.

She would definitely be angry with me now. I just told a complete stranger much more than I'd told her in five years. I fell back onto my bed pulling the pillow over my face and screaming at the top of my lungs. Throwing a temper tantrum can be very cathartic.

If you're not interrupted.

I'd forgotten to close m door the whole way. John poked his head through the door looking concerned. "Is everything all right, mate?"

I shot back upright putting a fake smile on my face. "Yeah, yeah everything is fine. I just really don't want to go to math right now."

He laughed, "I guess you heard about the pop quiz".

I moaned, our teacher gave a pop quiz every few days. John just continuing smiling which was weird, because he's usually such a brooding guy. I pushed the thought off my head, I was too busy thinking about how to make up with Robin to puzzle over guys weird minds. While I zoned out John had moved farther into my room. He was taking in the pop band posters splattered against the wall with some surprise. "My roommate does the decorating so don't look at me" he laughed again, why did he have to be so happy.

John looked at me again this time seeing through the fake happiness on my face. "Seriously, what's wrong Chatty?"

I snapped back, "None of your business, shouldn't you be going to class right now?"

He looked taken aback by my sudden switch of personality, "No need to get snippy. I'm avoid class any way I can, as usual.

"Well go avoid it with someone else."

"I was trying to be nice thank you very much. Guess you don't like talking with your friends"

"Would you just get out!", I was getting increasingly aggravating and a sharp pain right behind my eye wasn't helping. John said some clever retort, but I far past the point of caring. Without even realizing what I was doing. I sent a hard sound wave toward John. He was sent flying back hitting the door slamming it shut instead of flying back into the hallway like I'd intended.

It took me longer than usual to realize what I'd just done. I hadn't been able to send a solid sound wave in months. Were my powers coming back? I looked up to see John getting up hold his ears in pain. I quickly got up apologizing, but before I could even get both of my feet securely on the ground the pain behind grew unbearable. I fell awkwardly to the floor trying to pull my self up weakly. My vision started to go hazy with pain and my stomach was suddenly hit with strong nausea. I felt John touch my shoulder saying something I could make out. His voice was sound loud pounding my eardrum that I lost control and puked all over him. The only clear thought I had before collapsing was, why is my puke so red?

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