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Chapter 1: The Fifteen Hour Nap

Max didn't move a muscle as the taxi slowed to a crawl and then stopped. He slept on as the driver got out of the car and rang the doorbell of the mansion. He remained unconscious when he was lifted surreptitiously from the back seat and carried into the building. He didn't wake until later that evening after the sun had set; even then, he was barely aware of what was going on around him—not until a man in wheelchair entered the room.

The flight to New York had been a tedious affair and Max's energy was running low. The taxi driver, when he first saw Max, gave him a blanket and told him to lie down in the backseat. The boy went to sleep immediately, despite the five hour nap he had just taken on the plane.

The taxi stopped once for gas and the driver told Max to go inside and buy some food and an energy drink. Max did as he was told; his body was running on auto-pilot. After the stop, the boy had slept the entire trip. The taxi driver took it upon himself to make sure that Max was in safe hands before he left. At least, the later part was what the Professor had told him.

Professor Charles Xavier, the head of the Xavier Institution for Gifted Children—the mutant school. Max's face betrayed nothing as he studied the man in the wheelchair even his thoughts remained bland. He was merely noting facts to recall at a later time when he wasn't in the presence of a famous mind reader.

The professor was the first one to speak.

"Max, welcome to the Xavier Institution. I certainly hope you are feeling better?"

"Absolutely! A…" Max checked his watch "…fifteen hour nap was exactly what I needed. Is this my room or am I just in here because it was closest to the driveway?"

Max was back to his chipper self, or at least he was acting like it. The professor couldn't detect anything wrong with the boy and responded quickly to the mass of questions he was spouting off.

Yes it was his room. No, dinner was over, but the professor could have something brought up. Max would be able to meet the other students in the morning. They would have to put in an order for mustard. No his mother hadn't explained the specifics of Max's mutation—they would talk about that later.

"Do you have a beydish?" asked Max that was his most pressing question. Except for "Does anyone here know how to beyblade?"

The professor didn't really keep up with the new sport Beyblade. His students knew plenty about it, right now it was all the rage, and had begged him to install a beydish. Xavier thought that several students had beyblades and knew enough to have fairly interesting beybattles. Max would have had jumped for joy had he not been sitting in a bed.

"I'm finished asking questions right now," he said.

Xavier smiled at the boy. "Good. I'll send up Ororo with some food, she'll be one of your teachers here. I'll speak with you again in the morning."

"Awesome."

Xavier wheeled himself out of the room and took a hidden elevator down to the first floor. Storm, Beast, and Wolverine were waiting for him in the kitchen.

"Is the kid up yet?" asked Logan.

Xavier nodded. "He is awake. Ororo, when you have a moment would you take him some dinner."

"I'll do that right now," said Storm.

As Storm prepared a tray. Xavier outlined his brief conversation with the boy.

"It seems that he is fine now. Do you think whatever ailed him this afternoon has passed? Or do you fear that is unexplained weakness has something to do with mutation?" Hank asked bluntly.

"I don't know what to think," said Xavier. "His mother wasn't very clear about the specifics of his mutation. I don't know what could have made him so tired."

"Let us hope it is nothing a little food and rest can't cure," said Storm as she walked out of the room.

"All the same," said Xavier. "I would like you to take a look at him in the morning. Just to be on the safe side."

"Of course," said Beast. "I think I shall retire for the evening if neither of you mind." He paused. "Good night then."

"I'm going to bed too," said Logan. "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Logan."

Xavier sat alone in the kitchen thinking about the newest student at the Xavier institute. Something seemed unusual about Max, but then Xavier did live in a school full of mutant children. The professor turned to leave the room and stopped to look at the light switch on the opposite wall. He flipped off the lights and wheeled himself out of the kitchen.