Clark sat on the bed dreading what was coming. Yesterday his parents had come to him. They had forgiven him for all the things he had done. He had broken down crying and they had been in a family hug for awhile as all the tension left him. He doesn't deserve them, he worried that one day he would do one too many stupid things and overfill his forgiveness quota. Now he was suppose to go and meet the students of this school?

How was he going to do this? He had attacked them. How were they going to forgive him? Yeah, his parents forgave him, but they were his parents.

He thought about this morning when he had talked to that man in the wheelchair. He said his name was Professor Xavier. He told him how he had started this school to help, 'gifted' people, as he put it. At first Clark thought he had caused their gifts with the meteors, but Xavier had assured him that their gifts were from evolution. Then he had also dropped the bomb that everyone at this school knew he was an alien. All of his hard work to keep his secret and an entire school now knows he is from a different planet. Then the Professor had told him that he felt it was best if Clark introduced himself to those students. Pete had a problem accepting him when he had told him his secret and they had been best friends. How on earth were these kids going to accept him as an alien when he had blatantly attacked their school?

Professor Xavier had tried to help him understand that these students were more reasonable than most. A bit later Pete had shown up in the room. He talked to him about how this school was nice and all the kids were very understanding. Now he was sitting on the couch just silently staring at him.

"Would you stop staring at me, Pete?"

"Clark man, it will be okay."

"Easy for you to say, you didn't nearly kill some of them." He said as he twisted his hands in his lap then stood and paced the room.

"No, but I have been hanging with them for over a week. I have also learned some of them have had not so good moments as well."

Clark rolled his eyes at him. "Give me a break, Pete."

"Clark, you won't know unless you give them a chance." His mother said. Clark had forgotten that she had been sitting in the chair by the bed.

Rogue sat on the couch where everyone in the activity room were buzzing about what was going on with the boy in the lower levels. There were whispers of 'alien…' 'scared…' 'how could they trust him?' Bobby was sitting next to her. He had been holding her hand until she had unconsciously squeezed too hard and had nearly broken it.

"I can't believe the Professor is thinking of letting him stay here." Bobby said.

"Why, Bobby? He's not the first one to attack someone or lose control of his abilities. Over half of us have a story along those lines. Besides I think he is beating himself up over all of this more than we could do to him."

"How could you know that?"

She grinned at him sheepishly, "I can see him. He has been pacing back and forth, sitting on the bed then pacing back and forth again." Bobby looked at her questioningly. "I can see through things or rather he can see through things."

"Things?" Bobby asked.

"I can see through walls, floors, clothes…" she said that last one blushing and partially smiling at Bobby. Man he did have a nice body. "As far as I can tell he can see through everything."

"He can see through things? He is fast, nearly indestructible, can start fires with his eyes, and now you're telling me he can see through solid objects? How many powers does this guy have?"

Rogue smiled coyly knowing there were a couple more abilities and more keep popping up. The most recent he acquired was hearing. He was always needing to learn to control something new. She was having a hard time controlling her heat vision. One time was when she been watching a movie with everyone and suddenly she had accidentally set the back of the couch on fire. Bobby had put it out instantly and none of the other kids even noticed something went awry in the room.

She looked at Bobby and smiled, every time she lost control he had been there to help her. It was nice and convenient that his power was so useful to help her while she had these abilities. She wondered again how much longer these abilities were going to stick around.

Normally she knows everything about the person she touches and it lasts for a long time. She still had a moment or two where Logan's memories would surface. Clark's were already gone and when they had been there they were fractured in her mind and a bit harder to sort out than usual. Thankfully the ability to control his or rather her powers were still there.

Jonathan was staring across the school grounds. He needed some time outside to think, he usually did some choirs while he thought, just being outside would have to do. He had been trying to figure out how to help Clark with his Jor-El problem. So far there had been no new developments in that department, but he didn't want it to get any worse. He thought of the first time he saw the burns on Clark's chest. It pained him to see that something had harmed his son. He couldn't believe that his supposed "father" would do that to his own child. What was the reasoning to do something like that? How did he do that?

He was looking at a particularly large tree and was trying to guess it's age when someone cleared their throat. He turned around and saw Professor Xavier.

"Jonathan, I would like to speak with you about Clark."

"What about Clark?" Jonathan started to panic. Was this man going to try to take his son from him? This man had helped his son, but were his reasons nefarious? Was he going to try to exploit Clark as some had done before? As Jor-El is trying to do now.

Xavier smiled and said, "You can put your mind at ease. I just wanted to speak to you about how well you and your wife have taken care of him. I find it interesting as a good portion of children here have had problems with their parents in one way or another. Yet you and Martha have stood by him no matter how hard it gets."

"We're his parents," Jonathan didn't feel the need to expand on his answer.

"I wish more parents were like you. Many of the gifted children we have here would love their parents to have your patience and understanding. This world would definitely be in a better place if it were so. Would you be willing to let him stay-"

"I knew it!" Jonathan exploded. "I knew you would try to take him from us! Well you can't take him! He is our son and I will not have someone breaking up my family!"

Xavier put his hand up, "You didn't let me finish, I was going to ask for just the summer. I find Clark fascinating, he has so many gifts yet has a moral compass that puts most humans to shame. You and your wife's doing I imagine."

"Oh...sorry," He felt foolish for jumping to the wrong conclusion, but his experience with people learning about Clark usually didn't go this way. "I would need to discuss this with Martha and Clark before I give an answer."

"I would encourage that," Xavier said with a warm smile.

Jonathan felt he was genuine with his offer. He was usually a good judge of character and hoped he was not wrong about Xavier.

Clark was sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, his hands folded and his mouth pressed against his fingers. He took a deep breath and stood up. "Well, I guess I better get this over with."

He looked over at Pete and wished he hadn't. Pete had his big dorky smile on his face. He sighed and said, "Wipe that smile off your face, Pete."

"Sorry man, but I am just so excited for you to meet them." Pete walked over, opened the door, and stepped out into the hall.

Clark heard a strange sound and stepped into the hall, a blue man was standing there with a smile on his face just like Pete's.

"Clark, this is Kurt." Pete said as he put his hand on the man's shoulder.

Clark felt a twinge of jealousy. Pete was so comfortable with this man that looked nothing like a human and he was accepting him. Whereas he himself looks human and Pete had looked at him with disgust when he had found out about him.

"I could take you up there if you like." Said the man in a strong German accent.

"Yeah, he can teleport." Pete said as he tapped the man with the back of his hand in buddy fashion.

"I...uh...think I will walk." Clark said warily. He liked to keep his feet on the ground. He started to walk down the hall. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Why is this so hard? He thought to himself.

"Clark."

"What Pete?" he said a little too harshly.

Pete pointed at an open door, "The elevator is here."

"Sorry, Pete," Clark said.

"No problem," Pete said.

Clark stepped into the elevator and it started moving. He really didn't like elevators and that feeling of suddenly moving up. Before he knew it the elevator had stopped. He didn't realize he was just standing there until Pete was holding the door so it wouldn't close. He stepped out into the hall, the hall where he had attacked the school. He could hear all the whispers from the room nearest him, the room where he had thrown the metal man.

Why am I doing this? I just want to go home. He found his feet moving without thinking much. Suddenly all the whispers stopped, he look up and found a room full of eyes, all looking at him.