A/N: Me again. Okay so this chapter is slightly longer but Chapter 6 is even longer. Not much is happening in this chapter but that doesn't mean you'll all hate it. I do hope you enjoy Chapter 5.

Chapter 5:

The voice in my head was back and this time was accompanied by the man's smile. He had a kind smile and I instantly felt calmer. From the way he looked at me and how Storm and Scott didn't seem at all surprised by my reactions, I guessed that they knew what was happening. Glancing over at the others in the room revealed them to be smiling. The cheek! I'm standing there getting scared shitless and their laughing about it.

"What on earth is so funny?" I asked them tersely.

"Nothing is funny, Natalee. Your reaction is expected." The man spoke, a British accent lacing his words. "I have a mutation that allows me to read minds and communicate telepathically." His chair moved around the desk. He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier, Head of the school. I am very glad you agreed to come here."

I shook his hand before asking if I could take a seat. Once permitted, I sat in one of the plush leather chairs and glanced around the room. Like what I had already seen of the building the room contained a lot of wood ornately carved and polished. I didn't get a chance to look over everything though because the sound of the door opening brought me out of my thoughts.

I turned and saw it was Logan who had just entered.

"You called, Chuck." Logan's deep voice seemed to reverberate through the room. Then a thought struck me;

'Who the hell is Chuck?'

I received an answer even though I wasn't expecting one. "I am, Natalee." The Professor spoke, "Logan gives everyone, shall we say, affectionate nicknames." He smiled at the aforementioned man.

"Affectionate, my ass. What did you want?" Logan replied, his arms crossed and feet shoulder width apart. Because he was wearing a short sleeved shirt, I could see the muscles in his arms bulging against the skin.

The Professor gave me a look indicating he heard my thoughts before turning back to Logan, "Language, Logan. I asked you to come here because I need to discuss something that involves you." Logan raised an eyebrow but didn't respond and waited for the Professor to continue.

The Professor looked at me seriously and for a moment I wondered if there was something on my face. I resisted the urge to reach up and find out and instead clasped my hands tightly together in my lap.

"Natalee, due to your mutation, I thought it would be best if Logan helped you to control your abilities. You'll need to learn to protect yourself and considering you are a female feral you will need the skills to ward of male ferals." That confused me. What did he mean ward of male ferals?

"What do you mean, Professor?" I voiced. The Professor didn't answer me but Logan did.

"Females are rare. Any male might try and have their fun with you." He regarded me with serious eyes. There was a glint in them that I couldn't recognise and decided to let it go and asked a different question.

"What about you? Should I be worried about you 'having your fun with me'" I threw his words back at him. I don't know why I snapped at him but something inside me told me to be a bit upset with him.

Logan frowned at my inquiry, "No, because I know how to treat women. There are ferals out there that would enjoy seeing you struggle. But not me. So you don't need to worry about me." There was something in his voice that sounded almost hurt that I would make such an assumption, but I brushed it off.

"Okay, so you're just gonna teach me to fight as well as get me through my exams. Is that basically it?" I asked the Professor. It was only then that I realised that there was two other people in the room when Storm spoke.

"That's basically it, yeah." Storm smiled but Scott once again had his lips in a grim line and was also staring at Logan in a way I didn't like. I barely restrained myself from snapping at him. Good looking or not. Teacher or not. I didn't care.

The conversation had finally come to a close and I was aware that three times a week I would be having one-on-one lessons with Logan. Not that I minded of course. For some reason I wanted to occupy most of his time instead of him seeing that girl with the white streaks. Don't ask me why, 'cause I had no idea either.

Storm took me to the room I'd be sleeping in and also told me that I wouldn't be sharing with anyone due to my abilities, in case I accidentally hurt them. I completely understood, I would never forgive myself if I hurt someone I was going to be living with.

The room was large and very spacious. There were plenty of places to put my things and I instantly knew that if I wasn't careful, I would never want to leave. After putting all my things in various spots around the room, I decided it was probably best to sleep. I was starting to feel the effects of the flight over even though I had slept on the plane. Because of my nervousness of meeting the Professor and the shock of what I needed to learn I hadn't really thought about jetlag. Before I even knew I was lying on the comfy bed and had succumbed to the black ocean that seemed to swallow me whole.