Welcome to Mutant High

(Rogue and Logan's Point of View--third person)

The attraction was absolutely undeniable between the two, but the girl was just much too young; Logan thought to himself as he sat beside her in the cab of his truck. He had watched her scarf down that jerky like it was the first thing she'd eaten in weeks. "Where do you come from, kid?" Logan asked after a few moments of long silence. They'd gotten along pretty well--especially after she'd told him when people touch her, bad things happen to them. Rogue had also seen Logan's claws... and wasn't frightened, too much anyway.

Now they were more-or-less on a first name base. Logan, Marie--or Wolverine and Rogue.. not that he preferred to go by Wolverine, but she most certainly preferred Rogue. "Mississippi," she answered in which Logan found himself almost choked. They were in northern Alberta, he couldn't believe the girl had traveled so far. "Well, see, this truck driver picked me up in Tupelo and he was only meant to drive me as far north as Laughlin City... Missouri." Rogue explained to Logan.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "the town we were in--that was Laughlin City..." "and that's exactly what the driver said to me. I was awake for about the first six hours of our trip, we were in.. I don't know, somewhere just west of Saint Louis when I fell asleep and I was so exhausted, I hadn't slept since..since it happened with my, my boyfriend." Her voice got kind of quiet, Logan realized this was the sensitive subject--the boy she'd hurt with her 'powers'. "I slept the entire time from somewhere in Missouri all the way here... how long would you say? Thirty something hours? I was mentally exhausted."

Rogue continued to which Logan nodded, "I can't see it being anything less than thirty hours. I'm sorry something so traumatic had to happen to you, kid." Rogue felt rather, bad, that he kept referring to her as 'kid' but she understood it. She was only sixteen and him? Well, Rogue guessed Logan in his thirties and honestly? Logan didn't know how old he truly was. He didn't remember fighting in World War one and two, Vietnam, Korean.. nothing. He can only remember the last fifteen years--since he lost his memories from before then.

"Does it...always happen... after a traumatic event?" Rogue asked, about their powers. "I'm not the person to ask that.. I don't remember anything of my life from before fifteen years ago, Rogue. I don't remember if I've always had these claws or if someone gave them to me. But, for you.. I think, it's a logical explanation to believe that yours came from... the trauma your body felt of a first kiss.. Heightened emotion?" Logan offered, looking over to Rogue for just a split second before everything went black...

He woke half a dozen seconds later in the snow, looking back towards the truck to a terror stricken Rogue and the limb that had smashed the front of the truck completely.. "Are you alright?" He hollered towards Rogue who struggled in the seat, trying to get free. "I'm stuck!" She shrieked, feeling a little claustrophobic at that moment. Logan began to panic, for the first time in fifteen years... he wasn't thinking of himself...he was thinking about another.. he was responsible for another.

As he began to look for something to help Rogue out of the truck, that's when he noticed the snapped tree and how it looked as if someone just shoved it over.. He began to sniff the air.. a familiar stench it was filled with... His own brother, Sabretooth as they call him, or Victor Creed... but Logan had no memory of Victor and thanks to Magneto--Victor had no memory of Logan...

Though the blast from Cyclops' laser did awaken him somewhat, awaken him to the point of--he knew Logan was indestructible and with two X-Men there, Storm and Cyclops, there was no way he was going to win. With Logan knocked out cold due to Sabretooth, Cyclops helped the young Rogue out of the truck and the four made their way to the X-Jet, hearing Logan's truck/camper explode--the life he'd built for the last fifteen years, disappearing as quickly as his past life had when that adamantium bullet took away his memories...

(Winter's point of view)

I heard the alarm next to my bed going off, I'd sat it for six thirty.. but I couldn't..no.. I didn't want to get out of bed just yet. It felt so cozy.. I felt so much better than I had yesterday..waking up here at the school, knowing I had a day full of real friends, real family, ahead of me.. well, I just wanted to lie there and savor in that fact.. but soon a familiar voice was inside my head.

"Winter, it does not do us well to dwell about having a good day--the only way it becomes a good one, is if you go out there and make it that way." I smiled at those kind words, agreeing with him within my mind and getting up, going about my morning ritual of a shower and make up. I didn't apply too much, just to make myself.. teenage enough to maybe fit in. I didn't know how many other girls would be at this school.. I only knew of Rogue, that was my age--the girl that Jean said was the newly activated mutant.. the girl who can't be touched.

But part of me also wanted to look good for Pyro, for Bobby.. hell, for everyone. For myself, mainly. I made my way downstairs and through the small sea of people as we all interchanged through the kitchen and the dining room and living area for breakfast. I had to admit, it smelled better than any breakfast that my parents ever cooked. I saw the girl, Rogue, sitting by herself in the living area..looking all around with accusing eyes.. it's like I could hear her thoughts.. they were the same ones running through my head last night, that everyone was staring at her--even if they weren't.

I took my plate of food and sat down beside of her on the couch at 7:20. "I'm Winter," I introduced myself and drank a little juice, noticing she was wearing a pair of dark gloves. I extended my hand to her, she hesitantly shook my hand. "Rogue," she said softly and gave a very light, pale smile. "Why are you sitting with me?" She asked a couple moments later after I'd swallowed a mouthful of bacon. "I didn't want you to be alone. I'm the new girl too, just got here yesterday...a couple hours before you." I admitted and Rogue laughed softly.

"I guess I stole the new girl role right out from underneath you," "That's alright. I never did have much luck as the new girl.. We can be new together though, try and 'fit in'," I made a funny face with quote marks in the air, which caused Rogue to laugh. "What's your power?" She asked me, "it's not nearly as marvelous as the Professor thinks your gift is.. I can freeze time." But to Rogue, that was a fantastic gift.. she began to question me about it, how I found out about my mutation...

So in detail over breakfast, I began to tell her about the car accident yesterday and how I was a second away from death...to sitting here next to her on the couch. By the time I was telling the story and she was done listening--it was nine o'clock and students were disappearing for class. "Do you have class?" "I don't know if I honestly want to go," Rogue admitted, I could see the anxiety in her eyes.

"I'll go to class with you. I'm supposed to start class at one, with Storm, science class.. but.. I'm sure we can find something else." So together, Rogue and I left the living area and went walking about, finding an outside class--physical education. We didn't participate much...but we watched one hell of a mutant basketball game. Talk about interesting.

(Logan's Point of View--third person)

When he'd awoken down in the medical lab, Logan was absolutely freaked. For some reason, he felt trapped, like a lab rat... and for some reason, that feeling felt familiar. He didn't remember what happened, the voluntary procedure he went through to get his claws--well, his adamantium ones at least.. but sometimes Logan would dream about it and though he didn't remember those dreams very vividly, in the subconscious of his mind...the Professor was able to lock onto them easily...

And so was Jean Grey. Logan was introduced to Cyclops and Storm, who rescued him right at ten til eleven o'clock when his physics class ended. He was also, introduced properly, to Jean Grey. As smitten as Logan had been just previously with the girl he'd 'rescued' more or less yesterday in Canada, he was that smitten and then some with Dr. Grey already. Jean, being the slight telepath she was--or at least, slight compared to the Professor himself, could already tell.

"The girl, how is she?" "Rogue?" The Professor questioned as he began to give Logan a tour of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. "She's doing fine. See right there," he pointed through the glass doors looking outside--you could see Rogue and Winter, commentating on the basketball game between one another. Winter, almost having heard Xavier in her mind, looked up towards the glass and gave him a smile and a wave before returning to watching.

The Professor continued the chat with Logan; it was through that chat that the Professor realized, Logan truly had no memories of who he used to be...what he used to do. The Professor remembered coming across Logan back in the day when he and Erik were recruiting for the original 'X-Men', in which Xavier met Scott/Cyclops' younger brother for the first time, Havok... or Alex.

Xavier didn't tell Logan this, but it was more evidence to Jean's statement of 'he may very well be older than you, Professor.'

(Winter's Point of View)

Rogue and I came back into the school at near noon, I found the Professor waiting for me. "Time to start your training, Winter." He said with a smile and I nodded, "are you done talking with Logan?" I asked him and he nodded, "he's with Jean, just now. More tests and whatnot," he explained. "How's Rogue fitting in?" Xavier asked me as we wheeled towards the elevator, to go down into the 'lower' level of the school...

"I think she's fitting in fine.. we're meant to both go to Storm's science class in an hour.. We're good friends already.. We both are rather...scared to death of our powers," I admitted honestly and he gave a soft laugh. "I don't believe either one of you will be hurting anyone while you're here. Her training should begin soon, too, however.. so one day, perhaps, she can touch without wounding.. that will be my goal with her."

"And yours with me?" I questioned the Professor as we walked through the lower level of the school into a 'classroom'. "For you to reach your utmost level of power, safely, fully in control." He opened the doors to the room, "this is our training room.. we run scenarios here for all sorts of powers. In the case of yours.. life threatening situations. I know yesterday I said, you wouldn't be freezing time with me around anytime soon.. but in this room, you'll freeze everything--but me. My mind is much too powerful for you to freeze."

The Professor explained and I couldn't help but smile and nod, excited to try this out... but also, petrified, as I should be. "So, shall we begin, then?" The Professor asked and with a curt nod, everything around me changed...it was like an illusion. I couldn't see the Professor anymore but within my mind I heard him say, "I'm here, act as you normally would..." and so I did or so I would try my very best to. The illusion was changing into my house...and I felt a heaviness in my heart. I didn't want to be here.