A\N: I loove X-Men. So here ya go!

JEAN

A home.

I take it for granted so often. But then I hear them.

The child in front of me is obviously suffering from mental disorders. Depression is a big one. His parents tried to beat his mutant gift out of him.

But now...

Now he has a home.

And he's scared he'll lose it.

It's the same story everywhere. Parents hating children. Cousins torturing infants. Strangers spitting on the homeless ones.

Muties are freaks. That one lesson, drilled into their heads.

No wonder Magneto hates humans.

But what I feel is that this, the school we live in, is a home. No matter where the students go, no matter what they do, this is home.

I love that feeling.

I'm a teammate. A part. I belong. I laugh with Ororo, watch out for Kitty and Jubilee, kiss Scott.

Professor X depends on me. I depend on him.

He's our father.

We don't call him that. We call him Professor, Prof, X, anything. We pretend he's not our father, because honestly, he's a little afraid of being that.

But he is our father, and we are a family.

X-Men are the older siblings. We teach the little ones.

The students are the majority, the runts running around while the older people run the school, the family, the home. The team.

Students reflect it. They listen to music about teams. They wear superhero logos on their clothes.

Here, in the school, danger isn't an issue.

We're a family.

And that's enough.