The X-Men, Jean, Scott, Xavier, Lyla, Lorna, Amara, Laura, Kitty, and Jubilee appeared in the entrance hall of the Xavier Institute in a flurry of orange sparkles and lights. There was some commotion as the X-Men broke apart from the teleportation, which had been surprisingly smooth, and tried to straighten themselves up. Storm entered from the other room.
"Bobby! Rahne! Everyone come down here right now!" she shouted. She walked over to Xavier. "Are you all right? What happened to your wheelchair?"
"There was a bit of an incident." Charles smiled. "Luckily, our new ally helped us out."
"Lorna!" Bobby exclaimed, hopping over the stairway and gliding down a slope of ice to the green-haired mutant. He grabbed her, embracing her tightly, pressing his face into her hair, breathing the sweet scent of apple shampoo.
"Rahne! Go get the Professor's chair!" Storm ordered. "The two of you to the infirmary now. We're getting you checked out."
"I should probably go, too." Scott said, reaching up and taking off the ruby-red glasses he had grabbed before leaving the lab.
"Scott!" Storm exclaimed, followed by the rest of the X-Men.
"Well the cure works." Scott said dryly.
"All of you! Now!" Storm ordered.
"Wait," Lyla said, turning. "Who's our mysterious helper?"
Everyone turned to look at the girl.
"And how did you get that costume?" Jean demanded.
"You gave it to me." The girl replied simply with a smile.
"What? I've never told anyone about that costume!"
"Oh, right, that's not for…quite a while."
"What?" Amara asked.
Laura had already put the pieces together. "You are a time traveler, are you not?"
"Give this girl a prize." The red-head replied.
"So when do you hail from?"
"Depends, what's the date, year included please."
Charles gave the date.
"Oops! I travelled back farther than I thought!" the girl exclaimed. "I'm from about twenty-five years in the future."
"What are you doing back here? Do we need to stop another apocalyptical future?" Kitty asked. "The last time didn't go so well."
The girl smiled. "No, I just came back to visit the X-Men when they had a full roster."
The X-Men glanced at each other. Full roster? How desolate was the future?
As if reading their thoughts, the girl replied "Oh don't worry, everything's fine in the future."
The girl stood there and glanced around. "So where are the guest quarters?"
"Wait," Amara said. "Shouldn't we at least know your name?"
"Oh, apologies." The girl replied, smiling. She did an elaborate bow and said "Rachel Grey, at your service."
Shock rippled through the room, as well as some recognition. The X-Men had thought she looked familiar.
"Wait, did you say your name was—" Scott asked.
"Yep," Rachel replied, turning to Jean. "I'm your daughter!"