Kitty Pryde sat in the kitchen eating an apple and reading over her large pile of notes. A test was tomorrow in her History class, and the last thing she wanted to do was get a less than perfect score on it. With Apocalypse gone, she could now focus on her studies and getting her grades back up to A's since before she was dropping to high B's in a few of her courses. The girl was very short in stature, petite as well, which added to her look of innocence. The high ponytail she fashioned, bangs falling to frame her face added to the soft-child like features that displayed her youth. However, once you got to know her, that innocent-girl act was a thing of the past due to her laid-back nature. She was a party girl who only liked to party because life sucked and adults sucked, the average teenage mindset.

The words on her notes began to blend together. She was getting the signing of the Constitution mixed up with the date that Christopher Columbus set foot in the Americas and decided that she would go blind if she kept thinking. Her crystal blue eyes looked up from the binder to outside, where she saw a dark red convertible pull through the front gate of the school. At first she thought that it was just Scott, but upon further inspection of the car as it drove to the front, she noticed that the convertible was much larger than Scott's little two-door coup. She sprung from the table and ran through the halls screaming for anybody that would listen.

"What is it Kitty?" a voice with a thick German accent spoke after her appeared out of thin air in front of her.

"Kurt! There's like a totally hot ride coming up to the mansion!" she grabbed the young man around her age by the arm and dragged him through walls to a good viewing area that was out of sight to the person in the vehicle.

Kurt was confused, but his jaw dropped with shock once he saw the obviously expensive convertible sitting in front of the Institute's doors. The German youth tapped at the glass with two of his fingers as if they were one.

"That is no regular car. Scott's ride has nothing on that," he chuckled.

"Dude!" Kitty shouted as she saw the door open to reveal the driver of the car.

The woman was obviously much older than the two gawking in the window, but still showed signs of a mature youth. She was tall, long limbed, and slender with a nice contour in her chest and hips. The woman's dark, violet-navy hair was pulled up high on her head with a hair clip, her thick bangs pulled to the side of her forehead. Her face had sharp European features, but she was also blessed with features of other races like high cheekbones, supple lips, and a rounded but solid jaw. Black sunglasses shielded her eyes from the sun, but the woman made them match with her outfit that she wore which was simply a white dress shirt she had tied under her breasts, sleeves rolled to her elbows, with a black camisole underneath. Kitty was in love with this woman and had to see her up close to try and imitate her style. She watched how the woman, even though she was wearing four-inch wedge heels, gracefully walk to the front door with carrying two duffle bags in her hands.

"Kurt! We have to get down there without her seeing us! I wanna see her up close." Kitty slammed her hand down on the German boy's back.

"Ow! Not so hard, ja?" he held her hand and teleported the two to a hidden spot in the foyer that they could spy on the woman.

The doorbell rang a few times, the two friends tucked away, as they watched the light-brown haired Bobby Drake come to answer the door. They could tell that he was stunned stupid when he saw the woman behind the front door. He could barely get out the words, "Can I help you?" before she raised the black glasses from her face to reveal her bright emerald eyes to him.

"Is Professor Xavier here?" her voice was smooth and jazzy with a very small, barely noticeable French accent. Bobby never stood a chance.

The Iceman stood in front of the door, trying to find the words to say to her before raising his index finger and going to Xavier's office to retrieve him. The woman then came inside of the mansion and sat the two bags down to inspect her ruby red nails and the rings on most of her fingers.

"I don't think it's really-…" Kurt was interrupted by the quick wit of the girl beside him.

"Shh! Don't mess this up!"

Professor Xavier appeared from one of the halls and went to confront the tall woman with Hank McCoy and Ororo Munroe by his side.

"Dr. Neville, I presume?" Charles was always charismatic when it came to introductions, holding out his hand and giving her a warm smile.

The woman held out her hand to take the Professor's and shook it before pulling herself into him and kissing him on the cheek as if he was family.

"Dr. Neville is my work name, call me Sasha."

The heavily muscled man covered in blue fur perked up, "Wait, are you the Sasha Neville? It's me, Hank McCoy."

Sasha looked confused, synapses trying to bring together images of where she had seen this mutant before or heard his name.

"Hank McCoy, I remember a McCoy at a Chemistry convention but-…"

The teacher rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from her, "that's me, my dear."

She covered her mouth in surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck in a warm and loving embrace, kissing his cheek as she did to Charles. "Oh Mr. McCoy! Never thought I would see you again after that conference, how have you been?"

Hank smiled, it was nice to have somebody see past his exterior, "I've been…better. We must chat later."

Sasha smiled and winked, "let's."

"Well now," Charles folded his hands in front of his chest in the suave fashion he always did so. "Shall we go take a seat and discuss?"

As Sasha was about to grab the two bags she had with her, Hank had reached down to pick them up and sling them over his shoulder. She smiled to him and rubbed his shoulder before following the Professor to his office.

Kitty and Kurt phased from their hiding spot and watched the new mutant walk down the hall. The thin, blue haired boy was shocked by the way she looked and acted since she was the last image that a doctor would ever have. He looked to Kitty who was obviously in love and swooning over the new recruit, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the menacing air of Wolverine appear behind them. Kurt jumped a little and felt himself curl under the watchful glare of Logan's piecing brown eyes.

"What are you up to, elf?" the thicker man grunted, his hands balled into tight fists.

"Ah!" Kurt stuttered, scratching the back of his head. "Nothing Logan, we are just talking, you know, like what friends do!"

Logan's face twisted into a scowl since he knew they were hiding something from him. This time it was Kitty to break their sneaky streak.

"We have a new recruit and she's totally awesome! She's got a nice ride, and she looks like a movie star, can't wait to get to meet her." The half pint was like a fan girl, fluttering like crazy as if this person was some fancy politician.

The older man growled and inhaled the air in the room. His olfactory receptors picked up the different scents he knew, Charles, Ororo, Hank, half pint, and elf; however, one scent was not registering in a mental image. His eyes closed to try and dissect the smell; however, he found an image of his face buried in a person's neck flash on the back of his eyelids. The image was making his stomach churn and his chest ache, what the hell was that and who was this so called 'new recruit'? His eyes opened and he felt his body starting to sweat; Kitty and Kurt looking concerned for the older male.

"Mr. Logan, are you okay?" Kitty asked.

Logan shook his head and growled, "I'm fine! I'll be doin'…something." With that he turned his back towards the two teenagers to go about his own business. The teens watched him leave in a more unstable mood than what he usually was, but shrugged and planned on a way to get closer to Charles's office for some secret spying on the new woman.