Sierra looked around, marveling in the beauty of nature. There were so many stars out, and the first light was starting to creep into the sky. Turning around, she retreated back to her cave, deciding she should head to bed soon. She had been in the wilderness for about 4 years now, ever since she discovered what a freak she was. When she turned 12, she discovered that she was a mutant. She couldn't stand the way people had stared at her, they way they gawked. Being empathic, feeling why they were gawking made it worse. After having her powers only 3 months, she had to leave. She hadn't dared venture back into civilization, because of her mutation. She had wings, and it was hard not to draw attention to the big blue bat wings sticking from behind her back. Plus, her skin gradually took on a blue hue, getting darker until it was midnight blue. She also had the ability to hide her scent, she had discovered, when shortly after she had run away, searcher had followed her with dogs. She had willed her scent to disappear, and she hid in the trees of the northern California woods. Her wings weren't quite grown then, so she couldn't fly. The only time she dared to fly now was at night, when she ran little risk of being seen.
Nighttime, she took the opportunity to go into the little town 6 miles away. That is how she got supplies; she hated stealing, but she had to have clothes, and there were few garages that were actually locked. Nobody seemed to notice anything missing, so she continued her midnight raids once or twice a week, and her little cave had a homey feel to it. She had gathered enough blankets to have a comfortable sleeping place, and a few dishes for eating. A few of the garages had fridges in their garages, so she occasionally had some good food to eat. She had even come across books on survival, teaching her how to make snares for small animals. She had everything she needed, except for one thing: a companion.
She got of a newspaper tonight, for the first time, and she decided to read it to see what the world was up to. The headlines on the front page jumped out at her. MUTANTS IN SOCIETY. Astonished, Sierra glanced down at the picture; it was a picture of normal looking kids, but one had a tail. She glanced at the caption, and it said that they were students at the school for gifted youngsters, operated by Professor Charles Xavier. Sierra felt her heart leap; she wasn't alone like she thought! There were others who had powers! She sat and thought about the article for awhile, and slowly drifted off into dreams of laughing with others and having friends.....
She awoke sometime in the mid-afternoon, and made herself something to eat. Walking out to her garden, she picked a few veggies, and went inside to cook, her mind still swirling with the thoughts of the others. She hadn't even finished cooking before she had decided that tonight she would fly to the school. She knew it would be further than she has ever flown before, but she set her mind to it, and set about the rest of the day organizing the things in her cave and making sure that she would be able to return should something happen.
As evening fell, she pulled her pack up to her back, resting it between her wings, and leaped into the air and began flying. She was glad she had decided to wear pants, as it was a nippy night for early may. She has selected to wear all black, so she wouldn't be so noticeable. She had braided her waist-length black hair, and pulled on some black combat boots so as to make landing a bit easier. She had to travel for about a week at night just to get to New York. She knew she would be exhausted, and she had mentally prepared herself for what may lie ahead. On her way east, she stopped into that little town for hopefully the last time, and rummaged in a garage, finding a travel atlas and a compass. Taking flight again, she hoped she would never have to return to that town.
6 nights later found her flying over Westchester, NY. She was looking around for the school, but it was hard because a raging storm had come up, whipping her braid around and tearing at her pack. She released her pack, and fought hard against to wind and torrents of rain that threatened to throw her against a building here or there. Seeing the building she recognized from the picture in the newspaper, she aimed down. Going a little faster than she expected, she hit the ground a little too hard and rolled across the lawn, unconscious before she hit the front door.
Logan had been walking through the hallway, grumbling something to himself about the kids, when he heard a loud thud against the front door. Turning, he walked to the door and opened it a crack. Opening the door some more, he finally saw Sierra's unconscious body, lying in a heap. He ran and picked her up, rushing to the infirmary.
Muttering to himself how he didn't need another teenager to drive him crazy, he heard her move, and she said, "I made it..." Looking down Logan saw she was barely conscious. "Don't talk; save your strength. I'm taking you to the infirmary. Don't worry." At those words, she slipped unconscious again.
All the next morning, rumors flew around school about the girl who had landed in the front yard. Every one had something to say, but most of the rumors were groundless. At around 10 AM or so, Sierra regained consciousness, and sat up quickly not remembering where she was for a moment. Seeing a young woman with her back turned, she stopped and stared. "Oh god," she thought, "I've been caught...what are they gonna do to me?"
Turning around, Jean smiled. "Nothing, my dear. You were in terrible shape when you landed in the yard last night. Well, since you are awake, I am going to get the professor." Making her leave, jean smiled slightly at the shocked look on the girl's face.
"Can she read my mind?" thought Sierra worriedly. Glancing around the room, she realized that the red-haired woman hadn't even locked the door going out of her room. She obviously wasn't being held here for experiments, and she had said something about the professor. Was it Charles Xavier? She could only hope.
After what seemed like hours, she heard the door open, and an older man entered in a wheelchair. Smiling warmly at her, he spoke. "Hello, Sierra, I am Professor Charles Xavier. I hope you are feeling better?" Shocked as to how he knew her name, she couldn't find her voice to speak. Then, she jumped at hearing his voice in her head. "Yes, Sierra, I know your name, ad why you cam here. I am a mutant, as you are, and my power is telepathy. I read your mind while you slept so we would know why you ended up unconscious in the yard."
Still speechless, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Wheeling his chair to her bedside, he smiled at her. "I assure you, we mean no harm; we just want to provide youngsters like yourself a place where that can feel safe. I want to help you feel like you belong." Finally smiling slightly, Sierra almost started crying. There were people who didn't care how she looked! Clearing her throat, she softly said, "Thank you, Professor. But, if it is alright with you, I would rather stay away from everyone else for awhile. It's gonna be awhile before I adjust to the fact that I look...different." Swallowing again, she averted her eyes to her lap.
The professor spoke softly, just as she had. "Well, I thought you might feel that way, and I wanted you to meet someone. He ought to make you feel at ease. Kurt, come in here please."
The door opened again, and a young man walked in, and she gasped slightly. He was dark blue and had yellow eyes just like her. He had a long tail, pointed ears, and only 3 fingers on each hand. "Hello. It's nice to know that I am not the only blue person," he says, smiling. Noticing he has an accent, she also realizes he is kinda cute, although he was probably not interested in her. Clearing her throat again, she smiled, revealing she had small fangs, and replied, "I'm very surprised, myself...." The professor and jean left, obviously communicating to each other with their telepathy. Feeling that Kurt was a little nervous, she spoke first after the professor left. "Is there anything good to eat here?"
Kurt looked up from the floor, and blushed a little, glad it wouldn't show through his dark skin. "Yes, in the kitchen. I'll show you."
Sierra could feel his shyness, and it made her feel a bit more shy. Looking down at her gown, she told him, "Well, I don't wanna walk around with my butt hanging out for the world to see... Do you think you could find some clothes for me first?"
Kurt smiled, and replied with a nod before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Startled, Sierra watched the smoke dissipate. A moment later, Kurt reappeared with some clothes. Laying the clothes down at the foot of her bed, he stepped outside of the room to give hr some privacy. Looking at the clothes, she realized that a bra and panties were included. The clothes fit, and surprisingly so did the c- cup bra. Being only 5'2, she hoped the pants wouldn't be too long. Picking up the next article of clothing, she realized that she was given a skirt that went just above her knees. Oh well. She also had a spaghetti strap tank top, and she pulled that on, feet first, and when it hit the base of her wings, she pulled the straps over her shoulders. It barely covered her breasts, but she didn't mind. She was still kind of in a daze.
Not caring about being barefoot, she stepped out of the room, smiling at Kurt. Kurt stared for a moment, and had to avert his eyes. She looked very beautiful, wearing all black, but he forced the thoughts from his mind. Sierra, picking up on his feeling, realized he was attracted to her. Smiling to herself, she was glad some one liked her at all.
Kurt kept quiet, stealing sideways glances at the young woman. She was only 18, but she was so beautiful to him... Damned be it, she was underage! Shaking his head, he focused on getting to the kitchen, and getting her something to eat. Deciding to make conversation, and to help her not notice all the stares from the students, he asked her, "Do you have an idea of what you want?"
