So this is my first attempt at an X-Men Evolution fanfiction. Please let me know if any of the characters are out of character and I'll do my best to fix it :) There are pairings in this story but they really aren't going to be the focus. This could be thrown in right after Apocalypse(sp?).

Any names you don't recognize from the show are of my own creation. I own Eponine's character but I took the name from my favourite character of Les Miserables :)

Disclaimer- If I owned X-Men: Evolution, Rogue and Remy would have been together by season three, the pole up Scott's behind would have disappeared because he was dating Jean by like season two, and Logan would have been with Ororo. Since none of that happened that way, it's rather obvious that i do not own X-Men:Evolution or any of the characters.

Enjoy :)

Chapter One

On Halloween night at the Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Charles Xavier sat on his wheelchair in the living room watching a horror film with Jamie. The untouchable Rogue was curled up on the far end of the couch with a forgotten book sitting in her lap. Candy and candy wrappers littered the couch space between the two kids; one sat immobilized with terror, the other munched on a Hershey chocolate bar, amusement dancing in her emerald eyes. It was 11:30 pm and the moon was almost full, shining brightly. The film was getting to the climatic part; the part where you think something is going to jump out at you, and in the background there was that suspenseful music. Jamie sat with his brown eyes stretched as wide as they would go with a half eaten Twizzler frozen on the path to his waiting, open mouth.

Professor Xavier, on the other hand, sat deep in thought in regards to the other students. Scott and Jean had gone to a party that ended at one in the morning and, after complaints that they were old enough already, Xavier reluctantly gave them permission. Kitty had been asked on a 'Halloween date' by Lance Alvers and agreed, suggesting a double date with Kurt and his girlfriend, Amanda; both had agreed happily. Tabitha and Ray had gone out as merely 'friends' and Bobby, Jubilee, and Roberto had met up with a group of friends, most likely to get themselves into some mischief. Roberto, Professor Xavier mused, had probably gone because of his current liking in a girl that had joined up with the mischief makers.

That had left Sam, Amara, Jamie, Rahne, Rogue and the adults in the mansion. Storm had offered to take the kids to town and dragged the rogue with her. Around eleven, little Jamie was starting to slow and Rogue had taken him back to the mansion. Now here they were with Logan probably in the Danger Room. Xavier felt a presence behind him before a gruff voice came from the shadows.

"Hey Chuck," Logan rumbled. Jamie shouted and almost jumped out of his skin, sending replicas of himself across the entire couch and ended with one in Rogue's lap. Charles Xavier laughed lightly as Rogue glared at the Jamie and shoved him off her lap.

"Did I scare ya, kid," Logan chuckled. Jamie's face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet and shook his head defiantly. Suddenly, the front door blew open and an odd assortment of people and creatures stumbled through the door, all lugging bags filled to the brim with candy. A brunette belly dancer and a red haired, Scottish French Maid, poked their heads around the corner with eyes full of curiosity.

"Did someone scream," the belly dancer questioned. "I swear someone screamed." the French maid nodded in agreement. Xavier frowned in disapproval.

"Amara and Rahne," he scolded. "Don't you think those costumes are a little too revealing? You're parents would have a fit."

"Relax Chuck," Logan said with a small smile as the girls looked at each other. "I don't approve either but it's only one night a year."

Amara and Rahne nodded enthusiastically. "Yea," Rahne piped up. "Besides, you're freaking out about us? You'll have a heart attack when you see Tabby's outfit."

With that said, the two girl's rushed off to eat some of their night's earnings and to change into something more comfortable leaving behind a confused Jamie, a smirking Rogue, and two highly anxious men.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan shouted after them. Rogue chuckled and unfolded herself.

"You'll see," was all she said as she went to go pick from the mound of candy forming in the kitchen.

"Stripes," Logan growled warningly.

"What?" She teased before sashaying out of the room. Logan shook his head and followed her into the kitchen; it was most likely going to be a war zone over the candy wanted and unwanted. He sauntered in the kitchen and stopped short when he saw Tabitha. Rogue plucked a candy bar from the pile and unwrapped it with care.

"Boom Boom," Logan snapped. "What are you wearing?"

The blonde shrugged, sticking a lollypop in her mouth. Her costume consisted of just a red band covering her breasts and a slightly larger band barely making it as a skirt. Strapped to her feet were red, strappy high heels.

"Don't know," she said carelessly. "Rogue came up with it."

"Rogue!" He glared at her. "You came up with that? As if we needed to give her any more ideas!" Logan shook his head and stomped out of the kitchen. Rogue just laughed.

It wasn't long before the door opened again revealing Kitty arm in arm with Lance and right behind them Kurt, without the image inducer, with Amanda. They too joined in on the madness that was in the kitchen. Candy was being thrown across the table, wrappers littered both the table top and the floor. The adults had fled the scene to the safety of the living room where scary movie scenes plagued the screen; they weren't about to call it quits while the miscreants they looked after were awake with an endless amount of sugar within their reach.

At midnight, just as the adults were urging the students to start heading up to bed, the doorbell rang. Everyone paused and looked at the door in confusion. The students looked at each other.

"I thought Scott and Jean weren't coming home until, like, much later," Kitty said doubtfully. There were scattered nods and titters of agreement.

"Maybe they got bored and decided to come back," Tabitha said lightly, but no one laughed. Some nervous chuckles spattered through the residents of the Institute, but no one made a move. The door bell rang again, more insistently this time and some of the younger students jumped. A feeling of dread was creeping up Rogue's spine; she didn't have a good feeling about this. Charles wheeled forward and opened the door. One of the students screamed and many gasps were issued. There at the door was someone who was supposed to be dead: Billy Mayes. His skin was hanging off his bones and his eyes were glazed over. The suit he had been buried in was dirty and tattered. There was a slight nauseating smell rolling off him, and the students realized what a rotting corpse actually smelled like. He was holding what appeared to be a bundle of clothes with a letter tucked in the folds of the fabric in his arms in a gentle, but firm grip.

The dead man held out his arms and said with a slur.

"Tttt-aaa-kke," he moaned. There was a thud as someone fainted, but no one could move; they were mesmerized. The dead man leaned over the professor and said it again. "Ttt-aaaakke er."

Xavier moved slowly to take the bundle and the letter. The minute the bundle was secure in his arms the man walked- no more like floated- out into the moonlight and with a piercing howl collapsed into dust and was swept off with a sudden gust off wind. The door closed with a bang.

No one moved. Some didn't even dare to breathe. It wasn't until the bundle twitched in his arms did the professor jerk back to life. He looked down, his jaw dropped and all the air in his lungs whooshed out. Xavier took hold of the bundle firmly in one arm and freed the letter from its hold before calling out, his eyes never veering from the bundle.

"Storm," he said in astonishment. The white haired woman along with the others came back with a twitch or a breath. "I believe you have a new charge. I'm afraid I am rather useless when it comes to infants."

He wheeled around and Storm strode over to him, a confused frown twisting her mouth. The bundle was obscured from the rest but the widening eyes of the older woman and her gasp peaked their interest. She took the bundle.

"A baby," she said in astonishment. The students jerked and Logan merely grunted. "The bundle is a baby! A new born! Can't be more than 2 or 3 months old!"

There was a moment of silence before a squeal came from both Kitty and Jubilee. The boys pressed themselves to the railing or the wall or just plain ran to get out of the way. They were just in time before every girl in the mansion rushed to crowd around Storm.

"Aw a baby, never thought we'd ever see one of those here-!"

"Is it a boy or a girl? I hope it's a girl-!"

"It's adorable-!"

"Look at those eyes! They're so awake-!"

The boys folded their arms and watched with looks of disbelief as all the females in the mansion gushed over the baby. Logan shook his head.

"Women," he muttered; he clapped his hands. "Boys, take this as a life lesson. Women always bond over babies. Why? 'Cause there is some kinda connection between them. Never get in the way of a woman and a baby! That's just asking for disaster."

Charles chuckled as the boys nodded seriously. Logan sauntered over to him, shaking his head, muttering something about even 'his Stripes' was in that crazy throng. Xavier carefully unfolded the letter and cleared his throat.

"Ladies, there was a letter too, remember," he called out. Everyone turned their gaze to the man in the wheelchair. He held up the piece of paper. "I'm going to read it aloud. Questions can be asked later, but I'm sure this will explain all." He cleared his throat once more and began to read:

"October 31,"

"But that's tonight," Tabitha interrupted. He peered at her over the paper and gave her a look. She shrugged.

"October 31,

"Dear Professor Charles Xavier & Co.,

" I'm not really sure how this works so I'll just explain why Billy Mayes has shown up at your door with a baby girl in his arms. My name is Rachel Domnyk. I'm 16 and I'm a mutant. My mutation manifested early at the age of 5 when I accidentally brought my grandmother back from the dead. My wings also decided to emerge that same day scaring some people to death - literally. My mutation is bringing dead people, animals, and trees back to life. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world until I had a 100 plus zombies following me around when the moon was bright. My wings, on the other hand, are something completely different. They are shaped oddly and are blacker then the sky at midnight; I can 'glamour' my wings so they disappear.

"When I turned 13 my dad decided to run some tests on me. The experiment didn't work and he continued to try again until exactly 9 months and 3 months ago. Needless to say my dad was thrilled and treated me like royalty. For those 9 long, miserable months he proceeded to explain to me what he would do when his grandchild was born. If I had a son, he would take him and raise the boy himself, only allowing me 24 hours a week with my son. If it was a girl, he would grant me the 'privilege' of raising her myself and he would treat her like a princess. When he deemed her old enough, he would take her and do the same to her as he had done to me. As mortified as I was, I continued to say nothing. I merely smiled and let him believe I was just as thrilled as he was. When alone, I searched the web for any boarding schools outside Dallas, Texas. No way was I going to torture my child like that. I may be young, but I'm neither stupid nor heartless. I found a school in Minnesota first and called the headmistress, an Emma Frost. Almost as if to stay true to her namesake, Miss Frost seemed to me a cold woman with no concern for a child's well being - only the money she would get for keeping the kid.

"I thanked her politely, as I was raised, and crossed my fingers in hopes I wouldn't have to deal with her ever again. At the time I was 2 months along, but I knew it would come to an end soon enough. I continued flipping and crossing out places until, at 5 months, I found your Institute. I did call hoping to speak with Professor Charles Xavier, a Miss Ororo Munroe, or a Mr. Logan; unfortunately for me the three of you were either out or occupied at the moment. Instead I spoke to a girl that sounded to be around my age and said her name was Kitty,"

Here Xavier got cut off as the girl just mentioned squeaked her surprise. Everyone looked at her as she covered her mouth with her hands. Charles smiled at her softly and continued on:

"I spoke to her briefly to find out before mentioned information and asked if she could have one of you three call me back after 8 pm. The next day you, Professor Xavier, called me back and we didn't speak for long. I asked about how well you treat the kids and hesitantly asked about mutations and mutants. After I hung up with you, I looked further around for other schools and found nothing. By six months I had decided.

"Three months ago, on July 18, I gave birth to a baby girl. My father was, at first disappointed, but cheered up at the thought of running all sorts of unnecessary tests on her when she was older. My heart was crushed and I spent the following two weeks contemplating how best to send her to you. Finally, I decided: I was going to raise someone up from the dead and give them strict instructions to deliver her to you safe and sound along with this letter. Billy Mayes just seemed kind of logical. I mean, don't most people miss the guy that would yell at you to buy what he was selling? Anyways, they should arrive at midnight on Halloween. Her name is Eponine and if she is ever to ask how she got there, tell her the truth. When she is old enough, give her this letter. Hopefully I'll be able to tell you the smaller details someday. You can tell her about her grandfather, my father, and you can say her father is some drunk bastard that deserves his head twisted until it snaps. I beg you to keep her and raise her with a good head on her shoulders.

Rachel Domnyk

P.S. - Whatever you do, never let her out after dark until after her mutation manifests.

The professor folded the paper in silence. Nobody moved.

"I don't understand," Jubilee said. "If she could get the baby out, why couldn't she do the same for herself? It sounded like she could."

"She may have wanted the freedom," Rahne stated grimly. "But I don't think she could have taken it. Something about family keeps you tied down even if they hurt you."

Eyes flickered with curiosity at the Scottish girl; not many knew her story and she wasn't willing to share. The group lapsed back into silence.

In Ororo's arms, the baby yawned and gave a tiny hiccough reminding the white haired woman it was late and that they all needed to go to bed. Xavier realized this too and he broke the silence by telling the students to get up the stairs to their room. Once they were up stairs, the students scattered to their bedrooms. Kitty turned the corner but came rushing back, Ororo, Logan, and Hank had already disappeared into the hallway.

"Professor!"

The man sighed. "What is it Kitty?"

"Like what about Jean and Scott? When do we tell them about the baby? They aren't back yet." Xavier smiled.

"I'll tell them in the morning, Kitty," he said gently. "Right now, though, you should be getting to your bed."

The brunette nodded and ran off to her room, throwing a 'good night Professor' over her shoulder. Xavier chuckled and wheeled himself to his room. A few doors down he heard the cries of the baby, and he sighed. The next few weeks were going to be very, very long.

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