Disclaimer: I do not own X-men…

After Xavier Died…

This is an AU the ages, portions of the characters history and stuff like that was changed. Many things were in fact changed for the story.

Chapter 1: The Gathering of the 10

The seventeen-year-old British model stood looking down upon the room there were nine other teenagers in the world, many were unique and had strange appearances. Betsy had long purple hair that reached her upper back, her deep purple eyes looking upon the room, she was nervous. Sure modeling was in front of people but she never had to speak, she had to live up to Xavier's dream. If none of his pupils were to continue it she would. Her thin figure was edging up even closer to the platform as a bead of sweat dropped from her head.

She wore a purple tank top and black pants, with some boots. If there was one thing she didn't agree with Xavier about it was, the uniforms. Spandex? Yeah right. This thought made her laugh a little but the audience before her gave her strange looks, finally she gained the courage after two minutes of silence, "As all of you know Charles Xavier and many of his X-men were killed, others retired or their whereabouts are unknown."

"But his dream should live on in the next generation of mutants," said Betsy while pacing, "Us of course that's the reason I gathered you and risked arrest after illegally obtaining blue prints to Cerebro and building it."

Then a short girl in a yellow coat, with a red t-shirt that was oversized underneath and baggy jeans stood up, she was a Chinese American with a trouble makers look about her, the youngest in the room, "Why would a rich model like you care about us lower class mutants? You are pretty much excluded from the Sentinel Sentries just because you are famous."

"That may be true but I took Xavier's dreams to my heart," said Betsy but she was quickly interrupted again by the girl whose black eyes darted from a painting on the wall, then back to her, "You gather us here to preach to us, I don't have enough money to be here on a permanent basis…"

"Well you responded to my call and took the tickets I bought for you all to get here myself," she said, "I even got Lucas Bishop out of jail."

An imposing seventeen-year-old African-American kid with a tattooed M over his forehead and eye, he had facial hair spaced a little ways away around his mouth and on his chin. He was wearing a black t-shirt, and urban camouflage pants. His large steel-toed boots were rested upon a fancy table, "Thanks."

Betsy smiled at him and said, "Well you don't need money you will all be staying with me."

"Wouldn't your parents care?" asked a devilish midnight blue teen hanging upside down from the ceiling using his blue tail his black trench coat with red designs all over it hanging over a chair. Underneath there was a black vest with the same designs and some black mixed with a grayish colored pants. His feet were bare with only two toes, his hands had three fingers, and his thick indigo messy hair hung from his face. Shining bright yellow eyes with no pupils looked at her as he spoke.

"No…uh Kurt Wagner right?" asked Betsy Braddock.

"Correct," said Kurt smiling with his fangs bared.

"They don't they say I can do whatever I want as long as I bring in the money and you guys manage yourselves," she said, "They are a bit greedy…they do say I should follow my dreams though this is one of them."

The yellow jacketed girl sat back in the chair, "The name is Jubilation Lee by the way, I'm orphaned this is the only option I have."

"Well Jubilee," said Betsy she decided Jubilation was harder to say, "If this is your only hope then instead of being suspicious be supportive."

She silenced herself realizing that might have been a tad rude, she is usually very obnoxious due to not having much of a social life being somewhat of a street rat.

"So I used my telepathic powers and contacted about fifty different young mutants, then finally you nine replied to my idea," Betsy said, "You will all be attending the local school."

The ones who looked the most appalled about this were Kurt, Jubilee, and a bug-eyed teenager with green skin and black dreadlocks. The bug-eyed teenager wore a bandanna and some second hand clothes. His legs looked unusually strong for his size, he was also very scrawny and short. He had webbed toes, and fingers both bare, his eyes were black and glassy with no whites, while his wide grin held sharp teeth.

He said, "But people like me are beaten up…"

Betsy looked at him, "I'm sure it won't be that bad people in this town seem to be more used to mutations because of me…they didn't enjoy the idea that I could read their minds, or perhaps the fact that I could lift things with my mind."

"We are going to help other mutants out, and we will know where trouble is occurring because of this guy," she walked over to an the oldest teenager an Egyptian boy with long black hair, he wore white garb commonly used in that portion of the world. He had sullen brown eyes, his large nose protruded from his face.

He responded, "Yes I have talked with Ms. Braddock, I can transport you all through the Astral Plane to get to far away places…"

"Amahl Farouk is not a bad telepath either," she gestured towards him, "Even though Kurt can teleport his limit is a very small amount…"

Jubilee blurted, "Are you sure he isn't a terrorist?"

"You Americans and your stereotypes," Betsy dismissed the question and said, "You assume all people from the Middle East or appear to be are terrorists…"

Amahl looked like he could care less what he thought. Lucas Bishop one of the only other Americans in the room didn't seem to agree with Jubilee's statement but the guy did give him the creeps.

A blonde Aussie with blue eyes stood up he had an orange t-shirt with a long sleeved red shirt under it. His tan shorts reached his knees, he wore a pair of sandals, and he held a lighter in his hand, "Yeah well how can we be sure we can trust any bloke in this room?"

"How can we be sure we can trust you?" asked Betsy suspiciously.

"I'm a Saint, St. John Allerdyce I am," said the boy with the lighter, "Also I'm an author…who doesn't like authors?"

"I don't know any authors, shit I don't know anyone of importance," said Lucas to him, "I'm just some, 'trouble-making slacker.'"

"I thought you wanted to be a cop…" trailed off Betsy.

"Until I moved to L.A," said Lucas, "Then anything but a cop is good, the only reason I was in jail was an officer claimed I beat him with his nightstick."

"Whatever…" said Betsy, "Well like I was saying before our conversation took off in the wrong direction, we will all be attending the school, and to be sure we know when something is happening that we will need to take care of."

She walked over to a tall boy with a skull mask on his face and chains all over his body he only wore pants, and the chains. His eyeholes glowed with blue fire she patted him on the shoulder and said, "This guy, he likes to be called Xorn. Strangely enough he can see things in the world all at once, and heal major wounds, it took some convincing to get him to join but he can't speak any English he's from China."

"Only Amahl and I can communicate with him…but that's because were telepaths," said Betsy.

A muscular Russian guy with jet-black hair and blue eyes stood up. He was wearing a muscle shirt that was white, and plain work pants with worn out sneakers he cleared his throat and said, "What happened to these X-men anyways?"

"Xavier, and his X-men had an encounter with Magneto and his Brotherhood," said Betsy, "The team was unable to fend them off due to huge power enhancements that Magneto gave his team…they were overpowered, most of them were killed."

"Iceman is the only one known for sure to have survived, Cyclops is rumored, and Wolverine is unknown…Polaris, Jean Grey, Havok, and Thunderbird are all dead," said Betsy she looked upset but smiled again, "But you are all here and we are going to do them proud!"

The only one not to have spoken squirmed a bit in her chair she glanced up, her bright green eyes stared out from brown locks with two streaks of white in her bangs. She had a very pale skin tone and lacked any kind of make-up upon her face, she looked like she should be hot in her clothes wearing a red scarf, a dark overcoat with a long sleeved sweater underneath, black gloves, long pants that covered all of her leg, and sneakers, she wore the oddest clothing aside from Kurt, and Amahl, she opened her mouth to finally speak, "When do we get started!"

"Right now if you wish Marie Darkholme," said Betsy.

"Don't call me that! It's Rogue," she yelled then calmed down, "Please, I prefer it."

"I suppose I know why," said Betsy looking serious, "Okay Rogue we get started now, first we need to perfect your abilities and get you to your lodgings."

Okay I want to know how the story was please review, reviews make me write, and inspire me. Ideas are welcome, this will be the X-men team but if you have an idea for an addition later on please state it, however cannot be those listed in the previous X-men team for obvious reasons.

The next chapter should be up soon if I can get to it.