Those three words "so be it" rang in Bonnie's head like an alarm. Who had said that? And why did she get the feeling that she'd heard that voice before?
The first thing she saw was fierce looking man glaring in her general direction and the first thing she heard was a menacing chuckling in her ear; the first thing she felt was an arm wrapped around her waist tightly.
The man in front of Bonnie had let his gaze soften to an expression of confusion and wonder; he seemed to almost look excited.
"Jean...?" He breathed then after a moment of examination, his gaze fell and he heaved a sigh.
"Where'd you come from?" He wondered aloud. Though Bonnie's mind was still hazy, the man seemed familiar. The way his hair was done made his face look intimidating as of she were staring at an animal...wait...
Huge claws of metal slid out of his fists and he glared at something next to her. It was Wolverine! Something sparked in Bonnie's mind and the haziness seemed to dissipate almost instantly. She remembered what had happened: she had found Zuko's mother and saved her from a ball of fire and that strange voice had somehow made her leave that world.
Bonnie quickly remembered that someone was holding her still and she turned her head to see a green skinned man with a gaunt looking tattooed face. Bonnie assumed that the man was a mutant, seeing as how Wolverine seemed eager to bash his claws into this man. Maybe this man was on Magneto's side...but wait. Magneto didn't have any power anymore.
"Hand her over, Naroc. She is not part of any of this!" Wolverine growled.
"Oh but she became part of this when she destroyed my comrades!" The one named Naroc sneered in return.
"I...I did what?" Bonnie gasped; she didn't remember hurting anyone.
"What're you talking about?" Wolverine questioned, eyeing Bonnie warily.
"Just before you arrived, this bitch subdued my team with such ease. She, a glowing form, disbanded the group I had formed over this meager year!" Naroc spat.

"Di-Did I kill anyone?" Bonnie shuddered at this question, hoping the answer would not be a yes.
"No, but they are as good as dead."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend as if you didn't know! Do not think me as stupid as that!" Naroc shrieked in Bonnie's ear, making her feel a bit dizzy and irritated.
"What if I took your friends from you? What if I destroyed your pathetic excuses for mutants in that puny little school of yours?!" He continued, directing his argument towards Wolverine who snorted at his last comment.
"What if-"
"What if you just shut up?" Bonnie said, imagining the much needed silence for her head to stop throbbing. Much to her surprise, Naroc did stop talking and glared down at her; it looked as if he really couldn't speak.
'Did I do that?' Bonnie thought, startled.
An idea came into her head. 'I wonder...what if Wolverine threw a punch at me and his fist stopped just before impact?' It wasn't the safest thing she could've imagined but it would have to do.
Almost instantly, Wolverine threw a punch at Bonnie and everything went according to her imagination: his clawed fist flew right in front of her face and stopped abruptly, just before hitting her face.
"What the hell?" Wolverine said, confused.
Bonnie's head suddenly started hurting but another idea popped into her mind.
Instead of thinking anything at all, she imagined Naroc flying into the wall and being unable to move, she saw in her mind's eye Wolverine withdrawing his fist from her and bolting to the green skinned man and rendering him unconscious; she pictured all this in her mind and the more she imagined the greater the pain on her head grew.
She felt Naroc let go as he was pushed by something invisible and he hit the wall with a sickening thud. Tears began to fall from Bonnie's eyes and she felt something dribble down her chin. All went black as the agony overtook her.

Bonnie woke slowly; a dull throbbing sent a faint ache to her head from behind her eyes.

"Logan, she's awake." A calm sounding woman's voice said from above Bonnie. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

It was Storm.

Slowly the past events trudged their way back into Bonnie's immediate memory.

Bonnie remembered that she had discovered her power, at least in part, and also that there was a limit to what she could do; at least that was what she gathered from the pain that she had experienced.

"What's your name?" Storm asked sweetly, drawing Bonnie away from her thoughts.

"Bonnie O'rian." She answered absentmindedly. Her new powers scared her; she could create and destroy without too much trouble, which was exciting, but the pain was almost unbearable.

'Y'know, the more you practice your powers, the less it'll hurt…' a voice insider Bonnie's head said nonchalantly; like every time before, the voice sounded familiar even as it changed a bit.

"What?" Bonnie said aloud.

"I didn't say anything to you." Storm said slowly.

"Nevermind." Bonnie dismissed the conversation.

After a moment, Wolverine, Logan, walked over to Storm and retold the events of the recent past to her. She was obviously amazed at what Bonnie had done and she discussed important things with Logan at the far end of the room, which Bonnie figured to be the hospital/lab room that Professor X used to use, so that Bonnie would not have the chance to listen in to their conversation.

'I'm still here…' the voice in Bonnie's head hummed.

'I'm finally going insane…' Bonnie thought to herself as she heaved a great sigh of exhaustion; she was still so tired from using her power and looking out the window she saw that the sun was almost gone beyond the horizon.

'No, you're not going crazy, you're just listening properly.' The voice said casually as if that information should have been obvious.

'Why do you sound like the Trickster from Supernatural?' Bonnie thought to the voice.

'Like it? I found it in your memory banks; I find this voice very amusing.'

Bonnie heaved another sigh.

'What, am I schizophrenic?' she though wearily; she felt about ready to go crazy; it wasn't that she didn't like being in this world it was just that she didn't know if she'd ever go home again and see her friends.

'No, you're not schizophrenic.' The voice started in an amused tone.

'Says the voice in my head.' Bonnie thought with maybe just a hint of irony.

'Oh come on. Gimme a chance!' the voice pleaded.

Bonnie grinned; it was rather amusing to have the voice of Richard Speight Jr. in her head.

'Fine, tell me what you are.' Bonnie said with her thoughts.

''Kay, how do I say this…I'm the mind within yours, a consciousness that sleeps in your imagination,' the voice began.

'I guess you could say I'm the voice of your "ideas".'

'What do you mean "the consciousness inside" my imagination?' Bonnie wondered.

'Heh, sorry kid; you're gonna have to find that out on your own.'

Storm had since walked back over to Bonnie and had tried to get her attention, failing as Bonnie was listening intently to the voice in her head.

'If you're the voice in my head, why can't I control you?' she thought.

'Let's just say I have a "mind of my own".' The voice chuckled.

"Bonnie?" Storms voice broke through Bonnie's thoughts.

"Huh?" Bonnie gasped and looked up at the white haired woman.

"Logan said you can stay here at the School for Gifted Children until we can decide what to do with you. But first I need to see your abilities to determine where to put you." Storm explained. Bonnie's mind went blank for a moment.

'Well, it looks like you have to choose an ability to have, so go ahead already. Whatcha gonna pick?' the voice said.

'Oh, shut up.' Bonnie thought.

The voice chuckled.

Bonnie imagined herself as many things, she thought of all the powers she could have if she so chose them, but what she eventually set her mind on was that she had mind powers more powerful than that of the Phoenix; it fit the circumstances with Naroc when she first appeared in this world.

Her mind felt suddenly opened and she grinned slightly; the pain behind her eyes flared for a moment before subsiding. Without having to imagine anything, Bonnie mad storm lift into the air and then she set her down gently. Storm's face was filled with awe and excitement. Bonnie caught a glimpse of Logan's face; when he looked at her his face was filled with both sadness and surprise. Letting her mind trace its fingers into Logan's she heard his lonely thought: 'She looks so much like Jean…'

Bonnie was led through the mansion and to her room by Storm. While they walked, Bonnie saw many kinds of mutants who walked on their way to their rooms for bed. She saw some that were bulky and some that were impossibly thin, some had different colored skin, some just stared at Bonnie in wonder and some in a faint recognition, and others floundered in their mutant abilities absentmindedly.

Bonnie was ready to fall on whatever bed Storm gave her and pass out.

Finally when they reached Bonnie's temporary room, she walked in and stopped as she found a mirror by the bed; Storm said goodnight and left Bonnie to herself.

Bonnie looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She was her normal height but she was still very thin and fit, her hair was a very fiery auburn now, and her face was tanned and had some freckles on her cheeks. She still wore Dean's clothes and she unrolled the jeans, seeing as they were too short now, and then she promptly lay herself down on the bed.

'You look beautiful.' The voice said in her mind; its voice had changed by then. It now sounded like David Tennant as the 10th Doctor.

Bonnie didn't say a word or think anything as she blushed slightly in surprise and she turned on her side to look out the window as the stars began to twinkle in the sky. The stars were like little shining button on the black cloak of night.

'Brilliant, isn't it?' the voice said softly.

'Is that you, Voice?' Bonnie thought.

'Well, that's not my name but…I quite like it.' Voice said thoughtfully.

'Well, what is your name then?'

Voice did not answer.

Bonnie began to giggle at the hilarity of having a Timelord in her head.

'Fine. Are you allowed to tell me anything?' she thought in an amused tone.

'Something is going to happen tomorrow and you will have to travel away.'

'Already…' Bonnie thought before she let her mind wander.

'Yes, I do believe he does truly love you.' Voice said kindly.

Bonnie blushed deeply; she'd just been thinking about Dean Winchester and the way he had acted when he thought that she was going to die; she forgot that Voice could hear her thoughts.

'How would you know?' Bonnie thought defensively.

'Your thoughts aren't the only ones I can hear.' Voice said quietly.

Bonnie grinned and allowed sleep take her into a world of dreams.

For the first time since she had been travelling about different worlds, Bonnie had finally gotten a good night's sleep. Wherein she had dreamed the most vivid dreams as Voice sometimes sang in the background. Bonnie thought it amusing that she could honestly say that the voice in her head sang to her in her dreams. She sat p slowly and looked to a clock over the bedroom door.

It was just after eight o' clock.

Bonnie yawned and remembered where she was and that she'd soon be leaving as well.

She realized that Dean's clothes would have to be washed soon, as they were starting to emit a foul smell. Bonnie willed all of the dirt and uncleanliness out of the fabric until the clothes looked brand new and the dirt was carefully disposed into the trash can by the door.

'Well, that's one way to do it…' Voice commented; it still sounded like the Doctor.

'Why doesn't it hurt to use my new mind powers?' Bonnie wondered.

'Because you're not using your imagination any more than the normal amount. You imagined these new powers into being and they have literally been squeezed out of your imagination; that's why it hurts so much to imagine things.' Voice explained.

'Oh wow!'

Bonnie grinned and the door opened, revealing Storm who held an interesting bundle of clothes. She smiled at Bonnie and held out the clothes.

"Put these on and follow me. Logan has a job for you and your abilities."

Bonnie's grin widened in excitement.

"Okay." Bonnie said. Though she was sorry to be leaving this world so soon, she was determined to enjoy herself for as long as she could before she had to fight and leave.

Bonnie fit the clothes over Dean's now clean clothes; the clothes turned out to be an actual X-Men uniform. Bonnie tried to resist the urge to dance for joy.

She left the room and followed Storm through hallways and huge rooms full of mutant children. Finally they arrived I front of the room that contained Cerebro. Bonnie followed Storm in with a spring in her step and stopped in front of Wolverine who looked at her with unhidden regret.

"Hello, Wolverine." Bonnie said slowly.

"Call me Logan." He replied. He looked her up and down with a wary eye.

"We're going to connect you to Cerebro to both measure your abilities and to have you perform a mission that only you can complete." Logan explained. Thus they connected Connie to Cerebro without further explanation. They told her to try and concentrate her sight around the mansion at first. She did as she was told.

In her mind she saw many lights all around the world and she gasped as they blinked violently. She eventually was able to force her sight around the School and after a moment of searching, she found a very familiar looking face.

Bonnie jerked back and fell down, gasping in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Storm and Logan both cried out in unison in their alarm. Bonnie stood with understanding and determination.

'Is that why I'm here?' Bonnie thought.

'I guess so. Better hurry.' Voice replied in the Trickster's voice again.

'Why'd you change your voice?'

'I got bored of the other one. Besides, I like this one better.'

Bonnie rolled her eyes inwardly and looked at the two mutant adults in from of her sternly.

"Logan, gather the children and go underground to the bomb shelter. Storm, see if you can put a barrier of wind and weather and stuff all around the School as a sort of force field. If not, head down to the shelter with Logan and the kids." Bonnie commanded.

"What? Why?" Storm asked.

"What did you see?" Wolverine questioned sternly.

"Magneto's a mutant again and he's here to destroy you all."

Logan and Storm, after a few more precious moments of arguing, did as Bonnie had instructed; they had looked outside to confirm her words.

Bonnie bolted for the door and blasted it open without much thought.She saw Magneto and his followers marching up ahead.

'Okay, Voice,' Bonnie thought, charging towards the group of dangerous people.

'What do I do?'

'Sorry, babe, you're gonna have to figure that out on your own.' Voice replied apologetically.

Bonnie stopped just a few feet away from Magneto. He glared at her with a strange new murderous intent that Bonnie had never seen in his eyes before; she'd never seen him look so evil; his previous circumstances for doing his dastardly deeds were for his beliefs that all normal people should be mutants and therefore they would all live in equality. But now he only looked as if his only goal was to kill Bonnie and the rest of the children in the School.

With a flick of his wrist, bikes and generally anything metal flew towards Bonnie but she quickly willed them to fly into every one of his followers, rendering them all unconscious.

Magneto turned and stared at Bonnie in bewilderment.

"How did a dreadful girl like you come to possess such powers as Xavier?" he questioned with a bitter smile.

When Bonnie didn't answer, he unleashed his powers angrily and sent everything metal towards her.

'Geez, why won't the old geezer quit?' Voice groaned after a few moments of metal flying towards Bonnie; she was too busy concentrating on every piece of metal to reply. The thought of imagining herself out of the situation at hand crossed her mind but in the end she determined that it would take too much time to imagine the exact things that would have to happen and it would take too much concentration away from the immediate situation to think of a solution in time.

Her head began to get hazy and she began to feel very sleepy.

'What the hell? Look out!' Voice cried out in her head. Bonnie turned to see a car bolt towards her head before she felt someone jerk her back. Everything went white.