A/N: Just in case anyone hadn't picked it up yet, whenever the story makes mention of Andie's "teleportation" abilities, what it's really referring to is Andie stopping time, moving to another location (while time is paused), and then starting time again, so it appears to everyone else that she moved instantaneously.

Halley woke up the next morning to see a note on her bedside table. She rolled over and began reading.

Andie, - Halley read this and immediately though the note wasn't meant for her, before remembering her new name. Another thought struck her and she quickly tugged at the foil-lined beanie on her head, checking her thoughts were still protected. She was scared to face her true power, and didn't want a well-meaning Charles to try to contact her telepathically, only to once again see the 'time energy' in her mind. She continued reading-

You are very welcome in the mansion, although we would really like to meet you, our newest guest. We would love it if you would come join staff and students for breakfast in the dining hall, and then proceed to the Danger Room for an assessment of your abilities. If rumour serves me, you already know where the dining hall is, and the abilities we will be testing later are teleportation and telekinesis. Logan will be meeting you in the dining hall to take you to the Danger Room, so don't worry about finding your way there yourself.

Have a wonderful morning,
Ororo Monroe,
Admissions Officer.

P.S. Feel free to ask staff or students for help if you need it throughout your day.

Andie checked the small clock on her wall and saw that it was only 5 am. She had gone to bed very early the previous night, but was glad because she had woken early.
Either someone's a really early riser, or that note was put there last night, she thought. Andie rolled out of bed and washed her face, before applying a tiny bit of eye-shadow and mascara to open up her eyes. She pulled on a blue shirt that depicted the Solar System, the made her eyes glow bright blue, and pulled the beanie firmly down on her head. She checked the clock again, it was only quarter-past five.

Andie pulled her door open and peered down the corridor, which appeared very quiet and empty. Everyone was still asleep. She was glad, because in a surge of paranoia she had considered that everyone at the school was an early riser, and that there would be chaos abounds when she entered the hallway. She shut her door, before reaching into her mind to slow the stream of time energy until it had completely stopped. She carefully moved her heavy limbs, though they quickly became light as she became used to the inertia of paused time. She moved through the mansion, systematically and thoroughly checking for anyone else who was already awake. She spotted Logan paused midway through a drag of his cigar, the embers on the end of it blazing red. Judging by his outfit, however, she wasn't sure if he was already awake, or simply yet to go to sleep. She also spotted a young man with blonde hair jogging on the athletics track on the back lawn. He had an extremely handsome face and elegant white wings protruding from his back. She saw his untied shoe laces and couldn't resist tying his two shoes together.
"Sorry pretty boy", she sang, although she wasn't too sorry. She felt sure that everyone in the mansion got back as good as they gave. She was about to restart the flow of time when it occurred to her that there must be quite a few people already awake, because breakfast was probably served from 6 am onwards, and someone would have to be preparing all the food.

She entered the dining hall, which was, as she suspected, empty. She walked to the back of the hall towards a small door that she hadn't previously noticed. Andie pushed it open and discovered that it did indeed lead to the kitchen. A girl with a pale streak in the front of her hair was stature still, in the middle of frying bacon and eggs on an industrial-size frypan. Kurt was there too, paused mid-stride towards a massive pile of cereal boxes, juice bottles and milk cartons. The sight of Kurt brought a wide smile to her face. As most girls with a crush do, Andie wanted to appear casual, so she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with milk. She smoother her hair and breathed in and out to calm herself before allowing time to start again. Neither of the other two mutants in the kitchen had noticed her yet, so she stood silently sipping her milk. Kurt reached out and grabbed a pile of about 10 cereal boxes, before turning towards the door.
"Hello Andie", said Kurt calmly, although his wide eyes betrayed him, he was truly very surprised to see her here.
"Morning Kurt", said Andie slyly, "How's breakfast coming along?"
"Good, yes" stammered Kurt, "I'm just moving, um, cereal". He disappeared from the room in a puff of blue smoke, taking with him all the cereal, presumably to the dining hall.

"Hi, I'm Andie", she said to the girl at the frypan.
"Hiya I'm Rogue" replied the girl, who was maybe only a year or two older than Andie.
"I heard about ya comin' in to the dinin' hall with ya big hat, teleportin' right there. Quite the spectacle, missy" drawled Rogue.
"Well, it saved me introducing myself" said Andie, wincing with embarrassment as she remembered her theatrical entrance to the mansion.
"Oh boy, now that's" said Rogue smirking, "that's where you're wrong".
"Wha-" Andie was cut short by Kurt's sudden and dramatic reappearance right behind where she was standing.
"Pardon me", said Kurt with a stiff politeness, but a cheeky smirk on his face. He wrapped his arms around some of the milk cartons on the bench before once again disappearing from the room.

"What's his problem?" asked Andie, staring at the spot Kurt had previously been standing on.
"He's a real strange type" said Rogue in all serious, "also, he's a 17 year old boy. He won't be normal for another 10 years". Rogue tossed Andie an apron and an egg flip, and together they continued frying the bacon and eggs.

Chatter from the dining hall was the signal for hot food to be delivered to the tables. Rogue pushed the kitchen door open with her hip and strolled out into the dining room, a plate of steaming eggs and bacon in each hand. Andie followed her out in much the same way. As the girls entered the dining hall, they were greeted by cheering from the hungry crowd, who were already bored of their cold cereal. The plates were emptied almost instantly as they were set down on the table, and Andie decided to up the speed of the food's delivery and calm the hungry students by using her "teleportation" skills. Moments later, the dining hall fell silent because everyone's mouths were full, the only noise being the occasional clinking of a knife against a plate. Andie smiled at the contented crowd. She sat down across from Rogue on the end of the nearest table, and introduced herself to the people nearby before piling her plate with food of her own. She suspected she'd need it. Today sounded like it was going to be a long day.

Breakfast was over, but Andie remained seated on her bench, waiting for Logan to come over. She heard the clunk of heavy footsteps and looked up to see Logan walking towards her, wearing the same clothes he had been in when he had been smoking his cigar that morning. She wondered if he had slept in the past 24 hours.
"So, I'm Logan, I assume you're Andie, and we're going to the Danger Room" Logan said gruffly.
"Um, ok, but-" Andie stopped short of asking Logan why he was introducing himself to her again, when she remembered that she and Logan hadn't yet met in this version of their timeline. She had reversed time to erase their meeting so she could claim a new name for herself. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting and reversed the past few seconds to undo her stammered greeting to Logan.

"So, I'm Logan, I assume you're Andie, and we're going to the Danger Room" Logan said gruffly, and for the second time, for Andie, at least.
"Yep, I am Andie", she said, realising there wasn't really a good way to respond to Logan. Logan had already taken off towards the Danger Room and Andie jogged to catch up.
"So" said Logan, "do you have any combat training, fight training or experience. Even karate?"
"Sorry to disappoint" said Andie, shaking her head.
"Ok, well, physically" he said, looking her up and down, "what kind of condition are you in?"
"Um, well, I'm a gymnast" Andie replied hopefully.
"Oh boy" groaned Logan. What Andie didn't say was that even though gravity didn't have quite the same effects, and she didn't tire as easily, there was still plenty of benefits to working out while time was paused. She often paused time after gymnastics classes and did extra hours of strength training or practicing routines and skills while the gymnasium was empty. She could also pause time and sneak into professional weights gyms for a real workout. Andie had always been quite keen on being strong and flexible. She never wanted her powerful mutation to be rendered less effective due to a physical weakness, and her physique reflected this. She was of an average athletic build, possessing slim ankles, and toned calves, leading into powerful thighs and a defined butt, a slim and toned waist, small breasts, and strong shoulders and arms. She would never be described as a 'girlish physique', though she was none the less feminine, and she was in no way scared of disappointing Logan in the Danger Room due to her lack of strength.

"Ok, you might want to change out of your jeans" said Logan, throwing her a pair of black workout pants, "These are a size small, so they should fit".
Andie just couldn't resist whispering "That's what she said" under her breath with a chuckle.
"What was that?" replied Logan with a smirk, "You might want to save your insults for after you beat the Danger Room, because that's clearly what you're gonna do, isn't it, ribbon twirler".
"Oh, thank god I'm not the only one!" crooned Andie sarcastically, "How does your girlfriend deal with your twiddley little ribbon, you limp chippie?" said Andie, knowing that insulting Logan's manhood would be the quickest way to rile him up.
"Limp chippie? LIMP CHIPPIE! We'll see who's the limp chippie after 20 round in the Danger Room and a-" Logan was interrupted by another man walking by with his eyebrow raised, clearly curious about the insults flying between Logan and a student.
"So Limp Chip" beamed the man as Logan rolled his eyes, "who is this new friends of yours?" he said and gestured to Andie.
"This" groaned Logan, "is Andie, and we are about to do an initial assessment of her powers".
"Well, Hello Andie, I'm Scott. Good luck, and take it easy on the Chippie" Scott winked and kept walking as Andie and Logan finally entered the Danger Room.

"Ok, the first round is a physical assessment, attempt it without using any of your powers. It shouldn't be too hard, you just need to avoid the obstacles. You don't need to destroy anything with your bare hands" said Logan looking at her sideways, "but if you want to, go for it".

Andie had always had great confidence in her abilities in physical confrontations. She could always rewind time to return momentarily before and injury, and this had always led her to throw herself fully into sports. She was excited to have her skills rank against other mutants, but she wanted to play by the rules. She wasn't going to manipulate time this round.
"Round One commencing in 3… 2… 1… BEEP" said a computerised voice. Andie tensed her body and swiveled her head around, preparing for her first threat.

A plethora of bars slid out from the walls of the room. The closest one came at her quickly, and she easily stepped to the side and dodged it. The next came at her ankles, and she swiftly jumped over it. Two came at her in a v-formation and she managed to neatly front flip over them. She was pleased that she was managing to work her gymnastics skills into her assessment. Two bars came at her from opposite directions at waist and ankle level. She jumped to avoid the bar coming at her at ankle level, and mid jump grabbed the bar at waist level, using her momentum to flip herself over, before landing heavily on the ankle level bar which had passed under her whilst she was mid-air. A satisfying crack echoed around the room. Bars spanning the entire width of the room came at her in quick succession like waist-height hurdles. She flipped over the first few of them and landed on one of the bars. She turned just in time to see a series of similar bars coming at her at shoulder lever from behind.

She reached out her arms and pulled herself up onto the higher set of bars, spaced out like monkey bars. She jumped up into a high flip, using the momentum to come down hard on one of the bars, cracking it in half. It fell and in turn cracked the bar below it. Andie fell to the ground and landed with a thud in a crouched position, before proceeding to army-crawl under the lower set of bars. To her horror, the bars were slowly sinking closer to the ground, so she quickly pulled her legs to her chest and positioned herself in the gap between the bars as they flattened themselves against the floor. Avoiding the bars on the floor, Andie reached her arms over head and pulled herself up onto the higher set of bars. Four red orbs shot out from the walls zooming towards her, she ducked to avoid them. They came at her again and she jumped off the bars she was standing on and dropped to the floor to avoid the orbs. The orbs were racing down to catch her, so she grabbed onto the bar above her head and kicked her legs up, her foot colliding with and cracking another bar, her other foot hitting the same bar and cracking it further along. She dropped flat against the floor to avoid the orbs. As they circles back around the room, Andie ran to the bar she had cracked in two places and climbed onto the bar next to it. Andie did a high tuck jump and kicked her legs out just as she came down on the cracked bar, popping a piece out bar out between the previously made cracks. She picked it up and armed herself with it, using it like a baseball bat as the four red orbs flew at her again, sending them all flying into the walls. They hit the walls with a fizzling sound and four sharp cracking noises rang out as the four orbs hit the floor.
"BEEP" Andie looked around the Danger Room and watched the bars retract into the walls and the broken bars and orbs sink into the floor.

"Well done kid" said Logan. "You didn't die".
"Yay" cheered Andie sarcastically.
"Ok, this round, you can use you powers, got it?" asked Logan. Andie nodded.

The nest round was a breeze. Andie paused time and moved away from any of the bars or orbs before they could touch her, and while time was paused, would angle them so they took each other out. Obviously Logan didn't know she was stopping time. To him, it simply appeared as though she was popping up sporadically around the room which to him looked like teleporting, and that bars and orbs were running into each other, which to him looked like telekinesis at work. Although Logan didn't say anything, he was very impressed with her control over her skills, and her physical strength too. Later that night, Logan would show the footage of both of the rounds Andie had completed in the Danger Room to Ororo, Xavier, Jean, Scott and Hank. All of them were truly amazed at her abilities.
"Does she possess any physical mutations, superior strength, or increased speed?" asked Ororo.
"It looks like she just really knows how to handle herself" said Logan. "Even being me, I wouldn't want to mess with her in a fight".
"She's only 17?" asked Jean.
"I haven't asked her. But that's about the age she looks, but then again, anyone would look like a child with a beanie wedged down over their ears like that" said Rogue, who had just strolled into the staff room in search of Logan. Everyone in the room turned to look at the newcomer.
"Logan, can I talk to you?" asked Rogue.
"Sure darl" replied Logan, hoisting himself out of his chair and following Rogue out of the room.
"I haven't been able to contact her telepathically", murmured Charles in a concerned tone, "It's like I just can't find her, I can't feel her consciousness when I reach out my mind. I think that beanie has something to do with it".
"What do you want me to do, steal this girl's hat?" scoffed Scott.
"You could just have a normal conversation with her", suggested Jean, "y'know, without analysing her brain". Scott nodded, and Jean smiled at him with warm eyes.
"Something just feels off about the whole situation. I don't think she's hiding anything, she's only a child, but if she were…" Charles trailed off.
"Nothing bad will happen, even if she hasn't told us the whole truth yet" soothed Ororo.
"If you trust her-" said Charles,
"I really do." Said Ororo.