Disclaimer: I do not own X-men evolution or any of the original characters. I do own Celia and any other character not mentioned in the series.

Author's Note: Okay I seriously need help with coming up with a name for this fanfic. This is my first fanfic so I hope you all like it! Sorry about so many new characters but this is the future and so they are needed.

The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters had grown older. Ivy grew along the corners of the old school complimenting its aged, wise, and esteemed presence that welcomed anyone who approached the iron gates. The lawn was still kept neat and clean cut with bright colorful flowers decorating the lawn that Orroro Munore had planted so many years ago. The walls and rooms of the school whispered the laughter and joyful voices of teenage students who had lived there nearly two decades ago.

Professor Xavier still lived, that was for sure. There must have been something deep down inside the man that refused to let him die, let alone age to the point of helplessness. Oh yes, he still lived at his school, along with Hank McCoy, Orroro Munore, and Logan. They had aged over the years but not greatly. All three were still healthy, had a young appearance, and just as capable as ever to teach the newest generation of students at the Institute.

Yes, the Xavier Institute was still up and running, teaching a new group of teenage mutants on how to control and develop the mutant abilities. It was safe to say that the most hip and "cool" teachers were Mr. and Mrs. Summers.

The couple had married shortly after they had left Bayville High, rumor among the students was that they had married as early as their first year of college. Now the two were living, teaching, and even raising a teenager of their own at the very school they had first met.

They were the last of the original X-students left at Xavier's school. The others had moved on with their lives within a few years of graduating from Bayville High. Not even the Brotherhood remained.

It was lonely for the adults, even though they had each other for friends, without all the smiling faces and quirky antics of those who had been living here years ago.

The world of mutants was being blended into normal society more and more as the days wore on. There were rarely any more outbursts from mutant haters, mainly because the current leaders of the government were mutant supporters or at recognized mutants as human beings and they had passed laws protecting mutants and bringing them under the same government laws that protected them like any other citizen. However those who still loathed the very existence of mutants were allowed to voice their opinions but could not take action against them. So mutants felt safe once again to live as normal lives as possible.

The students at the school were normal teenagers. For some this was a haven from an abusive and cruel world. For others, it was merely a boarding school and a place to hang out and spend time with friends 24/7. They all had the same thing in common though. They were all here to develop and learn how to control their abilities to the highest level possible.

Every mutant alive knew that the problems and threats posed against them by fellow mutants had ended shortly after Apocalypse. Now they all lived in peace, with the exception of simple human thoughts and feelings toward others. Yes it all seemed to be looking up for the mutant world. At least that's what they had thought.

It was late in the month of March when things began to happen. The snow by then had melted away and blossoms of spring bloomed all around. The air smelled sweet with new buds opening up for the world to see. Green grass matched that of the leaves that were now growing on the trees surrounded the school. This was when it first happened.

It was close to two o'clock in the morning. The night sky was glittered with sparkling stars that clear night. It was peaceful, the sway of branches from light winds rustled in the peaceful world that this time of day would always create. Inside the school though, that was a different story. Professor Xavier fidgeted in his bed, tossing his head back and forth as thoughts, visions, and dreams plagued his mind.

His chest heaved as he panted for breath. The ground beneath him passed under him. He was running, not rolling in some state-of-the-art wheelchair, he was running using his own two legs. Fearfully he turned his head back to view his pursuer once again, as if to make certain it was not gaining on him. What he saw nearly made him stumbled and fall over his own two feet, there was nothing behind him.

Regaining his balance, Xavier turned his gaze back ahead of him. Finally he had lost the mysterious nightmare, or so he thought. Looking straight ahead he felt his blood run cold and his breath be caught in his throat. There it was, the anonymous threat, the terrifying figure, the presence that scared even the great Charles Xavier. It was dark all around him yet he could make out the silhouette of his threatener. It was large, bulky even, almost looking like large square blocks stacked upon one another to form a large figure. All that he could really see were the eyes, or what were supposedly the eyes, a menacing dark orange glow that chilled the man to the bone.

A voice filled the air around him just then. It almost seemed like a fog wafting through the air about him enveloping him, consuming his entire being. His eyes widened and jaw slacked at this point. Even though the words appeared out of thin air he knew they had come from the motionless threat facing him and blocking him from escaping.

"Assemble--"

The frightening voice was cut off as the Profess jolted his upper half up in his bed with an alarmed yell. A cold sweat drenched his forehead and the top of his head, eyes wide and chest heaving and breath panting just as he had done in his dream. His wide eyes searched his dark room frantically as if to confirm that those blood curling orange glow for eyes hadn't followed him into reality. It made little difference though; he was able to picture them so clearly in his head it was as if they were in the room.

At that moment the door to his room flew open letting the light from the hall way flood into the dark area. Standing in the door way were three figures grouped together so they could all see into the room. "Charles are you all right?" A female voice that had a tint of accent to it asked worriedly.

"Yeah Chuck I could hear that yell of yours all the way from -my- room." A gruff deep voice added. It clearly belonged to a man with a large and burly build to him.

"I'm fine." The Professor said after taking a moment the regain his breath.

"You sure? You sounded very alarmed my friend." Hank said eyes narrowing slightly out of concern.

"Yes it was only a dream. Though a very intense one at that." Xavier said seeming to relax just a little.

"Perhaps we should adjourn to the kitchen to discuss this over something to drink." Hank suggested.

"That sounds great I'll meet you there shortly." The Professor said nodding his head as Orroro and Logan walked down the hall way leading towards the kitchen and Hank helped the professor into his wheelchair.

By the time Hank and Charles had entered into the kitchen they were met by a very groggy Scott and Jean Summers. Jean currently was holding a steaming hot mug of something-or-other very close to her mouth trying to wake herself up. Scott was already awake and alert and had been since he heard the yelp from the Professor. Even though Jean seemed to just be waking up there was no mistaking the same look of worry that the others had on their faces.

"Ah Scott, Jean, it's good that you are here to hear this as well." The professor said as he wheeled himself over to the table where Orroro had poured him a cup of hot mint tea. He took a long drink, allowing the soothing tea to calm him and allow him to think more clearly. After a moment he set the glass back down onto the table and looked up at the room of fellow adults and co-workers.

"So Chuck what's up?" Logan asked leaning against the back wall, arms crossed over one another.

"Was it -that- dream again?" Scott asked raising an eye brow.

"Indeed it was Scott." The professor said with a sigh. This dream was not a new one. Infact he had been having this dream on and off for the past month. Though every time he did the dream would become longer and more detailed. He recalled when he had first had the dream, the very first time he had just been running. Then the next time he had the dream he had been able to look behind him. The dreams continued and knew this would not be the last one he had.

"This time it spoke." He said almost in a whisper as the wise man looked around the room to see the stunned faces. Beast was about to speak when a quiet shuffling and hushed voices hissing at one another just outside the door. Six heads turned towards the kitchen entrance expectantly.

They were greeted by a full head of shoulder length blonde hair. It belonged to a teenage girl and as she timidly turned her head to face her teachers a pair of emerald green eyes were revealed. A nervous smile managed to appear on her face.

"Good morning Celia." Jean said calmly with a coy smile knowing that students weren't supposed to be wandering the halls past 11:30.

"Can we help you?" Scott asked not as amused by this as his wife was apparently.

"Oh no I was just...uh...heading to the bathroom is all." Celia said trying to force a convincing smile on.

"Hey kid, take my advice. Don't try and lie in front of telepaths." Logan grunted. He tried doing that a few times over the years and had gotten some pretty big secrets of his blown.

"Uh sorry to interrupt your staff meeting." Celia sad. Someone must have been hiding behind the wall and made some smart remark because her foot kicked something and as soon as she did an "Ow jeese Cel" was heard. "Well I'll just be going." She said with an embarrassed laugh and quickly fled.

The teachers waited for a moment listening to the slightly loud whispers as a number of feet shuffled against the floor. They could detect a few comments one stood out to them in particular. It came from Celia. "I know guys, he normally has that dream every other Thursday."

"Have my dreams become that frequent?" Charles asked looking around the room. Up until now he had thought this was just a secret among the adults and now he finds out that his students know too.

"Charles, why don't you just tell us what the figure in your dream had told you." Orroro suggested wanting to get back on topic.

"I was only able to hear one word before I woke." Xavier explained. "It told me to assemble."

"Assemble? Assemble what my friend? Our engineering room has the supplies to assemble anything." Hank said taking pride in his laboratory as the students had nicknamed it.

"Doesn't sound like it wants somethin' built." Logan mumbled deciding it was time for a drink as he pulled out a beer. They had installed a "teacher" fridge where they clammed they simply put food in that they didn't want to be eaten as a snack. Though the teens knew it was just a place for Logan to store beer and Scott to store wine on nights he felt like charming his wife.

"Well we will not know until the dream reveals itself again." Jean said placing a hand over her mouth to muffle an exhausted yawn.

"Jean is right. Until now all we can do is just guess what this dream meant." Scott said.

"How do you know it means anything at all? It could just be some dream that is just based off of some emotional stress he doesn't wanta' confront." Logan huffed.

"Because Logan, those type of dreams don't come to someone like Charles for no reason. They have a meaning to them." Orroro said confidently. She would never say it out loud but when he narrowed his eyes like that he seemed all the more attractive.

"I suggest that we all try and get some sleep. We all have classes in less then six hours." Hank reminded them which earned him aggravated and defeated groan from all the teachers. Most days teaching was a joy to them...well most of them Logan was still not the biggest fan of his job, but they were still human and they would rather just relax and do the things they wanted to every day.

Reluctantly they all agreed and trudged back to their rooms to try and get a few more hours of sleep. Unfortunately sleep would come to the Professor but it would not be pleasant in the least bit.

He was running again. Running hard upon his own two legs once again. His legs burned and his lungs screamed to oxygen, but he couldn't slow down. He was unable to slow down. It was dark all around him, blackness consumed by night. The Professor turned his head back to see his follower and make sure they were kept a good length apart. He stopped short, nearly tripping over himself, seeing the path behind him completely empty.

Fearfully he turned his gaze back in front of him. He was met with the sight of a large square like figure. It just stood there chilling him once again to the bone with two dark orange glows that posed as the eyes. It stood there for a moment, not moving not making an motion, just starring at him. Then there it was. The voice. The voice that filled the air around him like a fog. This time was different though. A white fog wafted around him as if taunting him that he was not able to defeat the giant threat let alone a simple fog.

"Assemble them, assemble your team Xavier. For only they will save you Professor..."

And with that the Professor was shaken awake.