Note: I do not own any of the Marvel characters that appear in the story. I have added a few alias for some however and put in a few creations of my own.

This fan fic started out as a response to a challenge from a college freind of mine. I returned to the work from timt to time over the past few years and have decided that it should be published. I welcome all reviews good or bad they only serve to help me achieve a better story.

PROLOGUE

Jimmy Wolfe watched his lovely young wife lay in the hospital bed. Her deep red hair fanned over the pillow. Her skin was just now returning to its regular cream color. The doctors told him that she was going to live. He was so very relieved. If she had died he would have too. He knew he should leave now, if he were here when she woke up he wouldn't be able to. She wouldn't let him. She would tell him how stupid he was being. That she could take care of herself. That it wouldn't happen again. But it had and it would again, so he had to go. In the long run it was the smart thing, the best thing for her. He loves her so much. Heart, mind, body, and soul. He always would. He won't allow her to be hurt again. Everyone he loved had died because of him. He won't let her.

Annabel was so very young. She had her whole life ahead of her. He shouldn't have married her. She was beautiful and talented. If it weren't for him she would still have her career, too. She had given her whole life to him. She had devoted her entire existence to him. He wondered what she would do without him. She had made it before, only getting in a little trouble now and then. She could do it again. She could take care of her self. It was too late for doubts now. He had already signed the papers.

He crossed the room and sat an envelope on the table by her bed. It was his goodbye letter. He hoped she would understand. Anyway there was no turning back, the papers were signed, and this was to protect her. He thought again about what she would do without him. At least she had her career to fall back on. Maybe this time she would go back instead if chasing after him. Surely the studio would take her back.

He walked to the head of the bed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her sweet, red lips. He actually started to cry. He wiped his cheeks then fled the room. He never looked back. Not even as his heart shattered.

"Jimmy." She said in a cracked whisper as her eyes drifted open.

She heard the door click shut. Where was she? She looked around. It must be a hospital. She guessed she was hurt worst than she thought. Of course that thing that had attacked her had been at least three times larger than her. What had Jimmy called him? Creed. She wondered who he was. Where was Jimmy? He had to be here somewhere. She pressed the call button for the nurse. A tall dark headed woman ran in.

"Yes, Mr. Wolfe. Oh!" The nurse gasped as she realized that only the patient was there. "You're awake!"

"Where is my husband?" She was having a hard time speaking.

"He must have just left Mrs. Wolfe. I'll see if someone can find him. But first I have to get a doctor. You know, honey, you've been out for three weeks."

"Three weeks." It was barely a whisper.

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Charles Xavier quietly wheeled himself into the hospital room. He had lied to the nurse at the desk. Told her he was the young lady's father. That he had just seen the story in the news paper and rushed right over.

He was positive that only a mutant would have survived the explosion this young woman had. The paper had said that she was pulled from the rubble of an office building that was twelve stories high and took up a city block. The girl had been unconscious for two months now, but other than that she had barley had a scratch on her when she was found. It had been called a miracle.

Charles had done his research before coming to the hospital to meet her. He had found out from the police report that her name was Leanne James. They assumed that she was passing by when the building had exploded. Her husband, John, was still missing along with the six janitors and two security guards that had been working in the building at the time. It was believed that it had been a gas explosion. Truly devastating.

Charles looked at the girl lying in the hospital bed. She was young. The report said she was twenty. She looked a young twenty. Her husband had been thirty-five, fifteen years her senior. The Professor always wondered how that sort of thing happened. He was only a few years older than John James, yet her saw a girl, a child lying in the bed.

Leanne was pale and fragile looking, but Charles knew from the information he had collected from the minds of the men and women that had rescued her, that was far from the case. Lucky for Leanne normal people tended to over look the obvious and liked to think anything outside of normal was a miracle. Miracles hide much of the truth in the world there were many more mutants out there than anyone wanted to believe.

The girl had deep red hair that looked as if it might reach her waste if it had not been braided. Her driver's license had said her eyes were blue. Though she appeared petite for the most part she seem to be in excellent shape. Charles could tell that though she was not over muscled her arms were well defined.

He knew he was right in coming here. He would stay with her until she came to. He knew she would need his help.

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Anne blinked several times. Her head was killing her. She was stiff all over. It felt like a truck had hit her.

"Close."

Anne looked for the source of the voice. It was a bald man in a wheel chair.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your friend, Charles Xavier; we've known each other many years now."

Anne was confused. She couldn't remember much of anything. She thought her name was Anne Logan. She knew she was in a hospital and was pretty sure it wasn't the first time. This situation seemed far too familiar to her.

"Anne, I know that you don't remember much now, but I help you before. Please let me help you again?" The man pleaded in a soft friendly voice.

"I think I know you," Anne said. Things in her head were so foggy. "There's a big house, right?"

"Yes, we all live in a big house."

"We?"

"You are one of my students, you live with us at a special boarding school."

"Sounds good." Anne really couldn't make any sense of what was going on in her head, but her heart said to trust this man, Charles Xavier, so she would.