Sparkles of a Different Kind

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, nor did I have anything to do with its creation, and all content referring to X-Men: Evolution belongs to Marvel and all related parties. Also any characters that do not appear in the original X-Men: Evolution series have nothing to do with the series/comic, and strictly appear for the purpose of this story.

NB: This story is dedicated to my good friend Beany, since if it wasn't for her and her demands, I would have never come up with this…Thank you.

Chapter: 1

Alex Summers was walking back to the mansion, his new home. He was walking back alone, something he would rather prefer at this point in time, since he needed plenty of time to emotionally prepare himself. Many times on his trek had he referred to the map his parents had given him, upon dropping him to school, so as not to get lost along the way. For some reason they had planned something special that, as far as he knew, seemed to consist of moving his belongings in while he was at school. Throughout the whole day he had been bubbling with excitement, so much so that he could barely pay attention in his classes, 'Not that they ever do anything important in lessons on the first day back,'

As he walked on, he noted a myriad of emotions running through him; pain, heartache, joy, apprehension, eagerness, anxiety and many others he couldn't place a name to. All of these feelings seemed to mix together, forming a heavy weight that hung at his heart and continued down to the pit of his stomach. He held up a hand…man was it shaking, 'Guess I'm really that nervous, huh,', he looked up and smirked humourlessly, 'what great emotional preparation,'

The young blond came to a stop at a crossroads and pulled out his map to see where he should go to keep on the right path. Soon he'd be home; a new home, a new start…this time with his brother. He pocketed the map, taking the correct turn, smiling at the memory of his reunion with his elder brother whom he had lost once long ago. The incident that separated them was a painful memory, as it bore the reminder of the loss of their biological parents. Since then, the two had been separated, living separate lives and believing the other was dead. Now they weren't alone anymore, they were alive and had each other…they didn't have to live with the perceived sin of being the only survivor.

He looked back on his reasons for moving into the mansion and joining the X-Men, it didn't take long to come to the answer why. He was moving because he wanted to be with Scott; he didn't want to…could not risk losing him again, at least not without being by his side if it should happen. A cold chill ran through him as he remembered their near-disastrous holiday, which had almost resulted in them losing each other once more and maybe permanently. Never had he, or either of them, been so grateful for having their mutant powers – it had saved their lives, despite the near exposure. He had to admit that during the worst of the situation, he had feared, no, he was terrified of the possibilty of losing Scott...thankfully such a thing hadn't come to pass.

He continued walking in silence, the heavy feeling seeming to wane but not completely disappearing…couldn't he brood in peace? When he reached another junction, he stopped and checked his map.

"Hmm…after this turning I should be in full view of the mansion," he said to himself and paused a moment, seeming to weigh his hesitation, 'You're here now…it's your home, nothing to be scared of,' He drew in a breath and took the turn, the sight of the place to be his home taking his breath away, 'Dude! It's huge!' While in his mental stupor, he walked towards the mansion, coming to a stop at the gates. He stood a moment and jumped when the gates began to slide open, accompanied by the metallic clanking. Again he hesitated, the sight of the grounds seeming to daunt him…statues decorated the lawn as well as trimmed and sculpted hedges. All of this combined together to emphasise the grand, angel-bearing fountain at the centre.

He flinched, swearing that he had heard a sound from the intercom next to him. Maybe it was his imagination. Anyway, he gulped and continued on, walking towards the grand double doors that waited for him.

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A/N: This story may be updated a little slow, since I'm kinda busy at the moment, plus I appreciate any feedback that's given (but not a must)