Rebekah

I hear a low growl but can't pick out the exact words. Then there's crashing, the low roar of thunder, lots of bamfing and then a single, final 'SNIKT'. It actually sounded like it's spelt! Then I realized how messed-up I must be to start dreaming about Logan stabbing people. A shrink could have a field day with me. Especially if they saw me dancing to Queen when I think no one's watching. Then I'm hustled into a spacious room with floor length windows and a man sitting in a wheelchair looking directly at me. Standing behind him is Wolverine –Logan, who is actually smaller than me by about two inches. In front of him, being held by the scruff of his neck, is a boy of about my age, short, curly brown hair and who looks like he's been playing rugby in the mud. When he would be standing straight up, he'd only be about an inch taller than me.

I pull my arm out of Beast's grasp. It's just a dream and I'm probably only sorting out my mental problems by beating them up, therefore the boy has been beaten up by the X-Men. I am not having an identity crisis, I am just slightly worried about tomorrow. Xavier gestures to a seat.

"Sit down. Both of you."

I sit. The boy is dropped into the seat where he slumps down. My imagination is definitely going into overdrive on the smell side of things. Who knew Beast smelt of wet dog? Not me that's for sure. Xavier is looking at us both with a slight frown.

"I wonder if you two actually realize what you are…"

Dead imaginative would be my answer! I don't say anything though. This isn't like normal dreams where details are sharply in focus and the whole is blurred. I stop daydreaming and go back to listening.

"At 18:54 exactly, our specialised mutant detector flared, explaining a powerful mutant had just manifested…in Nightcrawler's bedroom-"

"And ve vill never live that down…"

"We moved our young companion here down into the medi-lab, an easy task given you didn't wake up as we were carrying you."

What can I say? I have the ability to sleep through the end of the world.

"At 19:24, our detector spiked again, this time in a remote area. We were preparing to send out a search party when the detector flared out of control and was broken…"

"You mean I broke Cerebo?"

Everyone stares at the boy and my brain finally kicks in. London accent, short, curly brown hair, intimate knowledge of Marvel Universe secrets…

"Isaac…?"

Isaac

I regained consciousness just as a teenage girl dressed in Eeyore pyjamas shuffled into the room. Only then did I realize that I was still being held by Logan. I struggled feebly.

'Sit down. Both of you,' said the Professor. I was dumped unceremoniously into the chair. I scowled at Logan.

'I wonder if you two realize what you are.' Professor Xavier said. I glanced over at the young girl sitting next to me. I could see she was thinking along the same lines as me. Very confused people! I drifted away from the conversation like a paper boat on a gentle stream. I was still a bit dizzy from my nosedive into the dirt. My ears pricked up as I heard the professor's next words.

'…The detector flared up again and was broken.' I started in my chair.

'I broke Cerebro!' I said. I could feel everyone's eyes on me.

'Isaac?' I looked at the girl next to me who had said my name.

'How do you know my name?'

'We're pen friends, remember?'

'Rebekah? What are you doing here?' I said amazed.

'Not exactly the greeting I had in mind. I could ask you the same thing.'

'I have no idea. One minute I was sitting in my room and the next I was lying in the middle of a desert.'

'That's what happened to me! Although I wasn't in a desert,' she said glancing at Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler was blue but I could have sworn he blushed.

'This isn't quite the way I pictured meeting you,' I said gesturing first and Logan and Xavier and then at her pyjamas. Rebekah laughed.

'Me neither.'

'Back to business,' Professor Xavier said commandingly. 'How do you know about Cerebro?'

'I think we come from some sort of parallel universe. Where we're from, you guys are multi-million pound comic book characters. Everything about you guys is written down on a weekly basis,' I said. Then I noticed Rebekah waving her hands and making throat-cutting movements.

'How can this be?' Xavier said to Logan.

'Beats me. From what I can tell they're telling the truth,' Logan replied. 'There is one sure way to tell though.' The professor gave Logan a disapproving look.

'Well there's only one thing I can think of doing,' Xavier said. 'I, Charles Xavier, extend an invitation to the both of you to join the x-men.'

I sat there speechless. I turned to Rebekah. She too seemed to be in shock. Us, normal teenagers, were being asked to join the x-men!

'We accept!' I almost shrieked with excitement.

'We can't thank you enough!' Rebekah said finding her voice. The professor waved his hand in an offhand manner.

'You're welcome. Kitty, you might as well show Isaac and Rebekah up to their rooms as you're listening in.' A second later a young girl phased fluidly through the door.

'How did you know I was there?' She asked scowling comically.

'You can't disguise your mind,' Xavier replied.

'Nor your scent,' Logan added. Me and Rebekah followed Kitty up to our rooms. I lay down in my bed replaying the days events over in my head. I was in the x-men! Most people could only dream of something like that! I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Maybe this was my imagination and I would just wake up in my same, old, boring life. Only time would tell.