Hello again to all my friends. I don't own X-men, but regardless the original characters that I'll be using in here do belong to me.

To firewhisperer: Yes, I am rather proud of myself for updating so much this week. Her dad is quite the pain in the derriere. And you will know more!

To Jane A aka. Molygon: All will be revealed! Eventually :p

Chapter 4

Others began to appear in the house as the hour grew brighter. Beast had to leave to head back to Washington, he said his goodbyes and left Naomi standing next to Storm on the steps, they stood there until the car turned out of sight. Aurora went to put her hands on the girls shoulders but changed her mind just before touching her. "Well then, first order of business is to get you set up in a room."

"No!" Naomi immediately retreated several steps from her, her immediate surroundings turned a shade darker.

"Oh, no, I mean a bedroom for you to stay in while you attend the school." Aurora explained gently. "You don't have to stay in it if you don't want to, its just a place for you to sleep and keep your... things."

The girl thought on this then spoke, "With windows?" Storm smiled.

Glass french doors opened onto a small balcony, curtains were pulled back along a curtain rod that covered the rest of the wall. Storm walked in leaving Naomi staring at the room, her eyes darting suspiciously around the dark room.

Storm pulled back the curtains revealing a wall of glass. The windows covered nearly the entire wall surrounding the glass doors. The pale gray sunlight filled the room. Naomi slowly walked in and stood next to Storm. She put a hand on the cold glass and smiled. Storm smiled as well, "What do you think? Would you mind having this for a bedroom?"

Naomi kept a hand on the cold glass while looking at the other contents of the room. A small dresser, a mirror on the wall and a twin size bed. Other than that, it was bare. Like the rest of the house it was dark wood and light brown paint. "Its better than what I had before." She walked to the dresser and pulled the top drawer open, it was empty. She looked over at Storm.

"I'm sure we can go look for some clothes and other things so you can personalize your room a little. There's a bathroom through that door there's a shower in there too." Storm said. "I'll leave you to it then, the others will be getting up and they need something to do or they'll destroy something, I'm sure of it." She realized Naomi had forgotten she was there. The girl had sat down in the light from the windows and was simply staring at them. "You must be tired."

Naomi nodded slightly, "Thank you Storm." She heard the door close. She began to slowly pull off layer upon layer of clothes until she was in the only pair of clothes she was wearing that were actually hers. Extremely faded blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Naomi glanced toward the mirror and got to her feet.

She very gently pulled the black shirt up over her head, hissing a breath out between her teeth as it pulled at her left shoulder. She turned her back to the mirror and looked at the angry fresh gash, hastily stitched closed by her mother with a sewing needle and thin fishing line. She pushed her dark hair away from it and observed it in the dim light. She didn't know if her dad had meant to break skin when he'd hit her with whatever it was that had been closest at hand after her uncle had left the number with her, but the injury was proof that he did. The girl thought about asking Storm to look at it, make sure it wasn't infected; make up some excuse as to why it was there. She decided against it.

Naomi went and laid on her stomach in the faint sunlight. She felt the black marks on her skin tremor slightly in the light. She turned her head to look at one on her arm. Slowly it began to change into the same color as her skin and there was no movement on her skin, but she could still sense them; not on her, but around. She looked around the room, her new bedroom once more before closing her eyes.

Sometime later there was a knock on the door. She hastily pulled the black shirt back over her head. "One minute." she called then gasped and cursed under her breath then the cloth pulled at the stitches. Naomi finally managed to get the clothes back on then opened the door.

A bubble gum bubble popped. She blinked and watched as the gum proceeded to return back into its owner's mouth. "So, you're the new girl? Storm sent me up here to tell you lunch is ready." The girl standing before Naomi had hair the same color as her gum, her eyes, curiously, matched, but with red pupils. "I'm Chameleon." With that she turned and started to walk away.

Naomi blinked and watched the girl, as she went her hair began to change color; beginning at the roots and traveling to its tips, to a shade of orange. Naomi wondered if her eyes had changed color too. She quickly followed behind her making sure her door was closed. "I'm Naomi."

"Didn't really care to learn it." the other retorted. She was about the same height as Naomi, in a leather vest and a short matching skirt. Her shirt was white and written across the front was 'Not interested.' "So, Naomi, what can you do?"

They walked down the stairs, "I..." she blinked, not entirely sure what she meant. "I'm not sure."

Chameleon shrugged, "You'll find out eventually. Everyone does." Another bubble came from her lips.