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Cassie sat in the kitchen eating cereal after a morning of training in the Danger Room. Her usually perfect curls were somewhat tangled and she still wore her x-men uniform, even though she had gotten lectures before about changing after training. She never listened, partially she liked how the leather cat suit looked on her, and partially because she was proud of being an X-Man.

Today she sported a pair of Armani eyeglasses, through the frames she watched the small television in the corner of the kitchen. On it was news about a parade that would be going on in New York City in a couple days. Present would be the head of the MRD and a couple new Sentinels.

Narrowing her green eyes at the television she muttered, "Are they serious? It is almost as if they are inviting the Brotherhood to attack..."

Catherine Smithe, a girl who was once a well known heir to the Smithe family fortune and who was pronounced dead in the latest news surrounding her. There was a funeral where she was supposedly shipped off in a coffin off the shore of Manhattan. From a national stand point she was able to hide the fact she was a mutant, however on the local scale it was a different story entirely.

The remnant of egg, rotten food in her hair, bruises and cuts all over her body was the abuse she endured the day of her high school graduation. The news was paid off to portray it as the incident that lead to her death instead of the hate crime it truly was. She fought back by silencing the ones who did this to her with her power. At the point of confusion she ran off. The news did point out the incident as a mutant attack. To top it all off she found she was disowned the note was on the back of a Genosha brochure. After that, everything went black. The next she knew she was in a coffin on the water. By some miracle she was able to use her power to end up on the shore of Genosha. Clutched in her hand was a brochure to the island, she wore what remained of her graduation dress. Laying there on the shore, she was barely alive uncertain when or if she would be found.

Cassie saw a flash out of the corner of her eye as she watched the television. She ignored it till she heard a growl from under her chair. Setting down her spoon she jumped off the barstool and grabbed at whatever was under her chair. She jumped a little when her hand touched fur and she noticed it was a fox. "Oh, hello," Cassie said smiling, her hand going to her glasses, readying to use her power if needed. "It's okay little one. I'm Cassie."

Catherine, with the little conscious she had felt her body move. She heard a faint voice pose the question. After all, she has been through this one voice didn't discriminate against her appearance. Did not shun her or shame her for what she was just actual concern in the tone of the voice. She couldn't tell who the voice was a man or a woman, it was too soft, too distant to tell she wanted to see to respond but she couldn't. Her eyelids fluttered a little seeing no more than a shadow then closed again to reserve her strength. When she tried to answer all she let out was a dry wheeze. Her body felt this dull pain all over.

Cassie turned to watch Emma Frost as she left, her admiration ridiculously strong for the telepath. As she instructed Cassie to take care of the fox-no Felicia- she nodded gravely, her fingers leaving her glasses. She had been warned before that using her powers against others was unethical. Turning back to Felicia after Emma left she smiled at the fox. "Ah, so you're a shapeshifter I assume, Felicia," Cassie said smiling a warm smile, her green eyes lighting up with amusement. "Why don't we head to my room and clean you up? And you can shift into your regular form there. I'll lend you some of my clothes for now, even."

She stood up and stretched, gathering her bowl of cereal and spoon on the counter she placed it in the sink. "Anyhow, I need to clean up myself. Training was brutal today." Turning back to the fox she said with a large smile, "My name is Cassandra Diaz, but as an X-Men they call me Love. Well if you'll follow me."

She lead the way down the hall and up a grand staircase and down another hall until she stopped at a room and opened the door. Inside was a large Queen size bed, several dressers and three shelves with as many designer eye glasses and sunglasses as a small eyeglass store. On the left was a door that led to the bathroom. Going to her dresser she pulled out a shirt, a pair of jeans, a sports bra and some underwear. All were designer labels. She placed the clothes in the bathroom and nodded at the fox, "Here is some clothes to change into if you decide to change forms."

Turning, Cassie flopped onto the bed and picked up a book from the bedstand.

Since the major injuries were cleared she tried to wake up again. This time, with a little more success. She coughed some water out to the side and breathed a little easier. Her glowing green eyes opened and looked back at her rescuer with blue eyes. She sat up a little and rubbed her head. She had something important to tell him, it was at the tip of her tongue earlier but she just could not remember. In fact anything before now she could not remember, "I can't remember..." she placed her hand down and it went through its own shadow. She didn't notice becuase she was so concerned of the matter of not remembering.

As the door closed to the bathroom Cassie got off her bed, pulled out a pair of leather shorts, a white t-shirt, and a black silk vest and changed. She listened as she heard the toilet was being used, but paused when she started hearing yelps. She frowned, putting on her glasses again and went to the bathroom door and knocked. "Are you okay? Need any help in there?"

She considered kicking in the door if she didn't get a satisfactory response in ten seconds. She began to count in her head as she waited.