Hi there! Yes, it's a new story, and this one is Sky High and X-Men! Yay! Anyway...I'm basing this story a bit on myself - lately, I've been having a problem with static electricity. Everything I touch shocks me (and vise versa). My clothes stick to me, covers cling to me, whenever I brush my hair it sticks up, and whenever I (try to) straighten my hair it doesn't work right.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High or X-Men, but Elysia is mine!

"Mom?"

Silence.

"Mom."

Again, silence. Sigh.

"MOM!" Tires screech and my mom curses.

"What?" I give her a look. Her gray eyes soften from their steely stare and she sighs. "Yes, Elysia?" Her tone was softer and I smiled.

"You haven't spoken to me since we left." I give her a concerned look. She smiles and looks back at the road. Short silver hair swayed against her dark skin. The smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I've just been...thinking."

"About what?" I didn't need to ask. I just needed her to say it.

"Nothing, honey." Again, the fleeting smile she sends me doesn't reach her eyes. I sigh in frustration.

"Mom, you're lying. I know you're lying." Her eyes flash and she glares at the road.

"Oh yeah? How do you know?"

"Mom." My voice is condescending. "It's raining outside. It hadn't been raining when we got on the road and now it is." It's true. When we'd exited onto the road it'd been a clear, sunny morning. Now, it was gloomy and pouring in sheets.

I hear her sigh. "Sorry. Just thinking about...the past." I hear the tears in her eyes but she doesn't let them fall. I lean as far as I can and rest my head against her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mom." I know what she's talking about so she doesn't need to explain further. The past... It basically means the time before I was born. When things weren't as complicated as they are now. Most of it was centered on my dad. I don't know him and I'm okay with it. Really, I am. She isn't. She says that I have his eyes and his smile. And I know it hurts her when she looks at me. So I try not to look her in the eye or smile all that much around her. I'm not sure it helps.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, honey. It was my decision."

"Have you ever thought of going back?" There's a long silence in between and I know the answer before she opens her mouth.

"Yes." I look into the stormy sky through the sun roof with my dark brown eyes. "But I know it's not possible. Leave the X-Men and there's really no going back..." Yeah. You heard right. My mom was an X-Man. One of the best, in fact - Storm was her name back then. Now she simply goes by Ophelia Marx. I've never heard her say it but I'm pretty sure that my father was one of them as well. I try not to think about it all that much. I'm the type of person who can't keep a question to themselves. Especially if it's something like my biological father.

"Is it because of me?" I couldn't keep it in. I feel her tense and lift myself up. I stare at her, my face calm. She doesn't fidget but I can see that she's uncomfortable. I turn and look out my window at the other passing cars. I rest my cheek against the cool glass and listen to the rain. It's actually a really soothing sound, rain. I've grown accustomed to most weather with my mom being about to control it and all. I'm really drowsy after the long drive, I guess. I can feel myself dozing off.

"Yes," I hear it before I succumb to the lulling sound of the rain. I know that's not the end but I can't keep my eyes open any longer. Just as I'm enveloped in the peace of sleep I catch the last of her words. "..and no."

I hope you liked it! If so, please leave a review. If there was something you didn't, do leave a constructive critique for me! I'm always open to hearing opinions and criticism!

-Ash