Neaera followed Xavier through the somewhat futuristic, but still retro looking underground base of operations.

"That was just an initiation!?" Neaera asked

"Yes." Xavier answered "I determine who would be the best suitors to this team, and you passed it. Perhaps surpassed it."

"Surpassed it?"

"By the fact you're able to lift a sentinel is something I didn't expect. And, despite you're... childish antics, you seem somewhat mature... somewhat. Were you in a training program before?"

"...Kinda. It was really thanks to my Uncle. And I think most of my actions came from adrenaline."

"I'll agree to that." Silence fell as she followed him

"...So... the X-Men... what are you guys about?"

"We fight for peace and equality between human and mutant. Antimutant bigotry is fierce and widespread, and it's up to us to prove that mutants aren't evil and we are just like them."

"Ah... seems kinda weird though."

"How so?"

"By the fact that they got a rich guy in a suit of armor, a soldier that seems to be on steroids, a spy woman that, were if I a man, would be easily seduced, some guy who shoots explosive arrows at me, AND a teenager with Spider-Like powers." He stopped rolling for a second.

"Hm... never really thought of that. My best guess is that they want made heroes, not born heroes."

"Tell that to The Incredibles."

"I haven't seen that film yet."

WHAT!?!?!?

Wow... he used 'Film'. We call it movies!!!

Before she could say anything, they walked into another room. Neaera could easily tell that this was some sort of science room, as depicted by the many chemistry equipment. She leaned over, seeing a beaker filled with some green goo inside. Looking both ways, she reached to poke it.

"Stop!" A different man's voice yelled.

"Who's there!?" Neaera yelled back, looking around. "Are you ghost!?"

"No. I am a scientist."

"Where are you!?"

"Look up." She followed. Hanging upside down by it's feet was a very furry, blue, monster-like figure wearing only briefs & black glasses. Neaera gasped and hid behind the professor.

"GAH!!! What the hell's that creepy looking thing!"

"Hmph. How rude." It jumped off and landed on it's feet.

"Neaera, meet Henry Philip McCoy, or, Hank." Xaveir said.

"Or if you feel like it, call me Beast."

"...That's pretty accurate." Nearea commented.

"And who might you be?"

"...The new gal here?" Hank chuckled at her remark.

"That you are, but I mean as in your name."

"Relax, Hank." Xavier said "This is Neaera."

"Hm... Neaera? Named after the Greek historian wife of Hypsicreon? Plant genus from the amaryllis family? Tachinid fly genus?"

"Uh... just from my parents, thank you." She replied.

"Oh, sorry for that. And who might your parents be?"

"Deadpool and Princess Luna." an awkward silence fell upon them. Xavier sipped some coffee. "Hey... wait a minute! You took multiple s**ts on my dad's front yard when he was around!" Xavier spat his coffee out.

"What!?" He asked in shock.

"It was a phase!" Hank quickly retorted. "And I should've figured with that suit on. I think it's best if you take it off around here, especially the mask."

"Oh, right." Neaera said, quickly taking her mask off. Hank couldn't help but stare.

"Huh... that's... interesting."

"Expecting some butt ugly mug rather than this cute pony face?"

"...More or less." She patted his head.

"At least you're honest. You can thank my mom's genes beating most of my dad's. Though, I don't think the aging helps."

"Aging?"

"Yeah... see, I age seven times faster, so, you might think I'm in my early 20's, but in reality, I'm only three years old... a three year old with nice jugs." That just Hank to stare, followed by him turning green with his cheeks perking up, and him running away. "...I said too much, didn't I?"

"You did." Xavier answered "Now come along, you'll meet the others." He rolled along and she followed. "I can already tell that you meet Colossus and Logan."

"Metal Man and Furry midget man?"

"Yes, both of them, though you shouldn't call them that, especially around Logan."

"Then what do I call him?"

"Wolverine."

"... I thought it'd be just Claws or something." They entered another room. In the room, a bunch of people in different costumes stood or sat around various TV's, all watching footage of Neaera taking on the sentinel.

"She is quite strong for her size." Colossus spoke with a warm chuckle. "She will make great X-Men member."

"Or the end of us." Logan spoke next to him. "She has her father in her."

"Of course, but she has her mother as well."

"Well we don't know who her mother is, so-" The man with the yellow glasses with red lenses spoke.

"It's Princess Luna." Neaera interrupted. The crowd turned to her. She waved to them. "Hey guys! Guess I'm with you all!" She walked to them and rewatched her actions, laughing at her entering the exhaust point. "Hehehehe... If only I wore brown, then this would've been funnier!" Logan grabbed her.

"Look, bub!" He growled "This isn't time for games! You got lucky out there!"

"Luck? Ha! That wasn't luck! That was pull skillz!"

"Ah can't really argue with that," A woman in a matching yellow suit with a Southern Accent & brown hair with a white stripe spoke. "She took down that bucket o' bolts faster than mah pa in a pie eatin' contest."

"But how is she not on burnt?" A man in a trench coat spoke in a Cajun accent.

"Oh! It's this." Neaera spoke, holding a hand out and made a fireball. The crowd gasped and Wolverine backed off.

"What the hell!?" Wolverine growled. "How did you do that!?"

"With a flick of the wrist." Her horn glowed and a stupid rap song played as she sang & flicked her wrists with dance moves. " Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist. Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist. Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist."

"That's quite enough." Xavier spoke. "I think the rest of you should introduce yourselves, and perhaps tell her your powers." He rolled away. "And after that, come meet me, Neaera. We'll have your class schedules ready."

SCHOOL!?!?!? Aw man...

If it means meeting new friends & better experience, let's do it.

Wolverine grunted and walked away.

"I ain't spending time with her!" He growled "...I need a beer."

"I better talk with him," Colossus spoke, but extended his hand to her. "Welcome, comrade." Neaera accepted the handshake.

"Glad to be with some other special folks!" She replied.

"Good to hear... quite the grip you have." She released and he went after Wolverine. Neaera turned to the others.

"Well, just like what Colossus said, welcome to the team, sugah." The western accent woman spoke. "Name's Anna Marie, but folks 'raound here call me Rogue."

"Thanks. You're hot!"

"...'Scuze me?"

"Uh... I mean... I'm hot! I mean we're hot! No! I mean-"

"Oh pipe down, sugah. Ain't mah first time some missess find me attractive. Though, it's mah first with someone as special as you."

"I bet." Nearea drooled a bit.

"Uh... sugah?" Neaera shook herself.

"So! What do you do?"

"Glad you asked. Before you get any ideas, sorry, but ya'll can't touch my skin." An awkward silence was placed between the two.

"Uh... I didn't plan to do that, miss. I'm not even sure if-"

"Ah'm just sayin', Touch mah skin, and ya'll are gonna go down faster than whistle pig on a hot day."

"...Oh! Dangerous skin?"

"And I can take your powers away for a bit, sugah."

Oh yes! Take our powers away!!!

But it might kill us... just saying.

"And, with an incident with Miss Marvel," Rogue continued "Ah now have both her flight and strength."

EVEN MORE TEMPTING!!!

Must've been that long. Damn.

"So, if ya'll feel like it, we can... wrestle." Neaera drooled hard. If she were a man instead, or had wings, then her costume would easily express how she felt. "Hm... I'll take that as a 'yes', then." She hovered in the sky and flew off. Neaera's imagination went wild; she imagined herself and Rogue on the beach together, both wearing bikinis. They ran to each other in slow motion, followed by Neaera tripping over, falling face first into a large patch of crabs, in which they all began to snip at her face. Neara got up,screamed her face off, literally, and was slapped in the face. Said slap knocked her back into reality. Neaera groaned, but was face to face with a, though not as sexy, but beautiful looking red haired woman wearing green with golden gloves, boots, belts, and an emblem of a bird over her breasts.

"Alright," she spoke "no need to get weird with us and your fantasies with Rogue."

"...You saw that?" Neaera asked.

"Yes. I'm a telepathic, like the professor, though not as strong. Name's Jean Grey, I'm Xavier's personal assistant."

"An assistant? So... do you massage his head, or something?"

"... that only happened once. I'm going to keep a close eye on you."

"Don't trust me like Logan?"

"Not entirely. I have my doubts, but, I'm open for new members. Scott?"

"Got it." The Glasses wearing man said as Jean left. "Xavier may be the head of this school, and Jean is his second in command, but I'm the leader of the X-Men in field."

"Ooh! You must have some cool power! Can you lift things with your mind? Make things explode? Reboot horrible films to actually being decent?"

"... I have optic blasts."

"...Optic blasts?"

"I shoot lasers from my eyes."

"... Huh... that's... kinda weak."

"And I can't control it. I need these glasses to be functional."

"Ah... shame."

"How?"

"Because if you had a child, turned evil, defeated the main bad guy while saving child's life and was slowly dying, you can't tell your child to take your glasses off so you can see them with your own eyes."

"...hmph... Star Wars jokes. Hope your combat isn't as bad as your comedy." He walked off.

"Don't mind him, missty," The Cajun accent man spoke. "he's just a little nervous, that's all."

"And you are?" Neaera asked

"The name be Gambit. Overcharging things and explodin' them's what I do."

"And the staff?"

"Energy waves. Plus, it makes me look good in combat."

"...You are so 90's."

"Eh, it's what I do." He walked away.

"I ensure you that we work better outside." The Black woman in all white spoke. "I am Ororo Munroe."

"Too long to remember." Neaera spoke.

"Then call me Storm."

"That, I can, miss! And, I'm making a guess here, but you can manipulate the weather, right?"

"Hm, you are learning."

"Ooh! Can we do the Captain Planet intro!?"

"...No."

"Eh, it was worth a shot. And you, sir?" Sitting on a chair, munching on some chips, was a rather bland looking man that, though wasn't fat, wasn't fit either like the rest.

"...Me?" He asked.

"Yeah. Who are you?" He munched on another chip.

"ForgetMeNot."

"...uh-"

"Everyone forgets about me. I'll be with you all... but I doubt you'll remember me in a minute or two."

"...who are you?"

"Knew it." He continued munching on his chips.

Author's Notes:

Fun Fact: I too say film... and my parents hate it.

Yes, ForgetMeNot is a real X-Men character.

I'll loosely follow the show, both with a more modern approach, and with some comedy around the show.