Hope you all enjoy this story, I saw it on T.V. the other day and I started liking it again. So please review. Love you all! Chao!
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters. I own Karen, and my character. If I did own the X-men... damn Kurt would sooo be mine.... onto the story
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"Saxophones are better."
"No, clarinets are better!"
"Saxophones!"
"Clarinets!"
A normal conversation. Well normal for these two girls at least. They were the best of friends, and they bickered over everything. Especially over which instrument was the best.
"Karen, you are so retarded! Saxophones are clearly the better instrument," the first girl stated, grabbing something out of a blue locker.
"Well you know what Sam? You were once a clarinet!" the one know as Karen shot back at her brunette friend.
A slam echoed through out the hallway when Sam shut her locker, "Yeah, but then I upgraded," she stated with a toothy smirk.
Karen glared at her friend playfully and Sam easily returned it. The brunette readjusted her shoulder bag and zipped up her jacket before the two walked outside. A brisk wind met them as soon as they left the hell hole known as a school.
"It's sooooo cold!" Karen exclaimed, instantly shoving her hands into her gray and black North Face, hoping it would keep her hands warm.
"No duh, it's the end of October; did you expect it to be ninety degrees or something?" Sam asked as her blue eyes glanced around for any familiar faces; failing when she realized Karen and herself were the last ones there.
"Shut up, Sam," she mumbled sending her hazel eyed gaze in Sam's direction in the form of a glare.
"Whatever, I got to go, homework sucks, see you later," Sam called over her shoulder as she began to walk home.
Karen muttered a bye as she walked to her car. Sam whistled softly some tune that was in her head, because of band. She walked down a muddy hill as carefully as possible, but being the klutz she is, she ended up slipping and falling on her ass. She narrowed her eyes at nothing and began to stand up carefully.
"Just my luck… just my fucking luck," the blue eyed girl mumbled as she reached level ground and continued onwards to her house. When she got there she opened her door and tossed her bag onto the ground and removed her black suede shoes with their awesome neon green shoelaces. Sam placed them next to the wall as she walked over to the couch and flopping down on it. Grabbing the remote, she turned on her flat screen and surfed channels for a little while. She finally stopped when she found a rerun of Futurama. Sam stretched out on the couch as she watched the episode. That is, until the door bell rang.
Her blue eyes darted to the foyer for a second before she stood, reading herself. She knew she could protect herself if it was someone dangerous. She stopped in front of the white door with the elaborate glass work at the top. Opening it wide, she found a man in his middle fifties, early sixties, in a wheel chair, bald, and black or dark brown eyes. Next to him stood a woman around Sam's age, maybe a year or two older, with red hair – not ginger but fire red – that fell down to her mid-back, and green eyes. On the other side of the man was a boy who looked about her age as well who had what looked to be dark blue, almost black, hair that about reached his shoulders, with his bangs reaching a little past his chin, framing his face. He also had black or dark brown eyes.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the odd trio and leaned against the door frame, "May I help you?" she asked with curiosity dripping from her words.
"Hello, I'm Professor Xavier. These are two of my students; Jean Gray," he gestured to the girl with red hair, "and Kurt Wagner," he gestured to the boy.
Sam extended her hand out to the Professor, "Sam Nightingale. What can I do for you?"
The man shook her hand and thought for a moment, "Are your parents home, Sam?"
She shook her brown haired covered head, "No. Not for another two hours at least. You can come back later if you want."
"No, no, that's quiet all right. May we come inside though and talk?" he asked politely.
Sam looked back inside her house, before stepping out of the doorway, "Come in."
Her blue eyes watched as Jean helped the Professor to get his wheelchair into the house due to the step. As soon as they were in the one she knew as Kurt walked in. Sam closed the door and locked it before turning around and practically coming face to face with the boy.
"Sorry," he muttered softly, smiling shyly.
The brunette smiled kindly, "It's alright."
She led him into her living room where the other two were already.
"Sam, I wish to talk to you about-" the Professor was interrupted by a rather loud Bender.
"Bite my shinny metal ass!" said the T.V. that was still on.
Sam snickered softly – she also heard Kurt chuckle a little – before turning off the T.V., "Sorry about that, you were saying?"
"Yes. I wish to talk to you about you. You possess unique abilities, that many never know exist," Professor Xavier began.
His wheelchair was positioned in front of the couch with Jean sitting on the armrest. Sam sat on the loveseat while Kurt also sat on the armrest.
Sam tilted her head to the side, "I know."
The trio seemed to be taken a back by her knowledge and attitude towards, "You know of your abilities?" the Professor asked, also tilting his head.
"Yes; my grandmother was gifted as well, I guess it was transformed and passed down to me."
The three glanced at each other before turning to Sam, "Sam," Professor Xavier spoke, "I run an institute for people like us; who have unique, and special abilities. Myself and other teachers will teach you to control and master your abilities for good. I was hoping you would consider joining our school."
Sam thought for a moment, but her thoughts were interrupted by the boy, "Zou really should. Ve vould love to have zou. And, it's really fun."
The brunette looked at him for a second, and then smiled. She went back to her thoughts.
"Well, Professor Xavier, I would love to join you, but my parents need to agree," Sam stated resting her elbows on her knees while leaning forward.
"Agree to what?" the blue eyed girl looked over her shoulder and saw her mom and dad standing there, looking confused.
"You guys are home early."
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Nightingale, I was just talking to your daughter about her natural abilities. I was telling her how I run a school for people like us so they can master their powers," Xavier stated.
Sam's parents continued to stand and listen to what the Professor had to say. As soon as he finished, they questioned him about every detail of the school. Sam became easily bored and looked around the room.
"Alright."
"Huh?" the girl had not been paying attention.
"Alright, you can go," her mom informed her only daughter.
"Really? Thank you!" Sam exclaimed hugging both of her parents.
She didn't stay to hear anything else and bounced up the stairs to her room. As soon as she opened her white door and was greeted with the tranquil blues and greens of her room she began to cause chaos through out. The colors clearly weren't doing anything to make her calmer. She ran to her closest, and threw the door open. She pulled out an old, huge, rolling suitcase. Sam unzipped it and ran around to all her drawers, taking out the clothes she wanted to have with her. Through all the chaos, she didn't hear a soft BAMF noise. With a pile of old, vintage T-shirts in her hand, Sam spun around only to be face to face – again – with Kurt. She squeaked, throwing her arms up, causing all the neatly folded T-shirts to lie in a pile on the floor. Taking a step back, she slipped on one of them and began to fall. The boy reached out to grab her wrist by taking a step forward, only to slip on another shirt and fall with Sam. Sam landed on her back with her head on top of a red shirt. Kurt landed with his head on Sam's stomach, while the rest of his body lay on her legs. He slowly lifted up his head, and when he saw the position they were in he blushed a deep shade of red. He sprung up to his feet, and shyly offered the girl a hand. Sam accepted it and laughed.
"Sorry about that Kurt, I didn't even hear you come in," she stated as she began to pick up her clothes that were sprawled out over the floor.
He waved his hands in front of him, "No, I'm sorry. I should have knocked or somezing," he stated, still blushing.
Sam easily understood his accent and she didn't mind it.
"So… um… if you go to that school, what can you do?" Sam asked; it was a little awkward, since she never asked anyone else before.
Kurt smiled proudly, "I can teleport."
"Really?!? That's so awesome, I wish I could do something cool like that," Sam muttered packing up her jewelry and other nick-knacks.
Kurt tilted his head to the side, "Vat can zou do?"
Sam smirked and gazed at him out of the corner of her eyes, "Not telling.
Kurt's black eyes widened, "Vat? Zat's not fair! I told zou mine, zou should tell me zours."
Sam began to walk past Kurt, but stopped at his side. She leaned a little closer to his ear with a smirk on her face.
Softly she whispered, "Nope."
With that, she hurriedly finished packing her things and once again bounced down the stairs with a duffle bag over her shoulder and the suitcase in hand. When she reached the bottom of the steps, she did hear the soft BAMF noise. She turned around just in time to see Kurt appear behind her.
"Are you ready Sam?" Xavier asked kindly.
"As ready as I'll ever be," she stated before hugging her parents.
The four – Jean, Kurt, Xavier, and Sam – walked out of Sam's old home and towards the Black Bird that was not to far away.
"Whoa… That's one sick ride. Wait! Can I bring my bike?" she asked the Professor.
"I see nothing wrong with that," he replied.
Sam ran to the garage, opened it up and quickly got her bike. Street bike to be more precise. A dark blue and silver Hayabusa. She wheeled it onto the jet as Kurt teleported inside with her bags. As soon as the kickstand was down, Sam sat down in one of the seats next to Kurt.
"Buckle up," Xavier called back as Jean started up the jet.