A/N – I realize ther are different spellings for Peter's name, but on the cast list it's Peter, so that's how I am going to spell it.

Disclaimer – I do not own X-Men. I really want to, but I don't.

After my talk with the professor, I found myself opening up more and more, especially to Logan and, surprisingly, Kurt, who became one of my best friends.

"Morning Professor" I greeted softly as I felt the familiar presence behind where I knelt on the grass. I was perched I front of a solid white gravestone labeled Jean Summers. It was odd for me to think of Jean as a Summer and not Grey, as she had been introduced, though I knew that she and Scott were married.

"How are you?" he asked gently. I knew that he was worried about me, everyone was to some degree. After all, it was my fault Jean was dead.

"It's hard. I know how Jean felt about me. I feel like I took over her life, and then suddenly she's gone and I feel like it's my fault. I feel like I'm parasite that took everything that belonged to Jean Grey until there was nothing left of her" I explained, staring at the engraved name.

The Professor sighed. "It's not your fault, my dear. You did not take Scott from her, and Logan was not hers to have at all. And she could never have taken all of the children under her wing as you have" he comforted, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I felt like a little girl whenever the Professor was around, as if at any moment he would pull me onto his lap like my father had when I was young. In a way, the Professor was my father, the best father I had ever known. He excepted every part of me, even the parts that were hard to understand or control. And that was another thing I felt like I had stolen from Jean: her relationship with the Professor.

"My dear, my heart I not so small that I cannot love more than one as my own." The Professor said, sensing or reading, my thoughts. I sighed and grabbed the hand on my shoulder with one of my own. "I don't know what I would do without you, Professor. You truly are like a father to me" I told him honestly, tears running down my cheeks softly.

"And you are a daughter to me, Paige. In fact, I was going to ask you, if you would become my heir" I froze at the meaning of his words. "Really?" I breathed. The Professor nodded. "Would you like to become an Xavier, Paige?" I nodded, hand over my mouth in shock.

"Now, I believe you have a sister looking for you, a class to teach, and Logan pacing. I do believe that's never a good sign" The professor and I both chuckled, knowing that a nervous Logan was unusual and not good for anyone that crossed his path.

I slowly stood and started heading back to the manor to find Rogue and Logan. "Paige" I turn to look back at the Professor. "You had expressed an interest in becoming an official X-Man. Have you thought of a name for yourself?" he asked.

"Actually, the kids came up with it" I grinned.

"Goddess"