Hello fellow X-Men: Evolution & Pokemon fans. My name is Tari and I am here to astound you with a lovely mix between two totally different stories. Before we proceed into the first story, though there's some things I need to confess.

I don't own either X-Men: Evolution or Pokemon. I just own the storyline. If you haven't heard of a specific person or thing, you must assume it is mine, unless stated otherwise. In that case, I will include some footnotes for you to look at. Also, some references in this story are from the actual show. Some characters, like MewTwo, for example, make appearances, too, but so will references to the Marvel Films.

Without further ado, time to get on with the program. This chapter is a double chapter, meaning it's a prologue and a chapter. so, enjoy.

Prologue

It was dark and quiet in the infirmary when a blue, furry hand flicked on the halogen lamps; casting the beds and polished surfaces into illumination. Doctor Hank McCoy—also known as Beast by his friends—staggered into the room toward the back where a set of metal freezers were located. He replaced his jacket with a set of blue scrubs, washed his hands, and opened a freezer.

Doc McCoy had not been looking forward to this day. In fact, he had been putting this chore off for some time. But he knew he had to do it soon while the body could be considered "fresh". He knew that one day he was going to have to dress her and have her ready for a proper funeral. He just didn't think it would be so soon. Beast had witnessed the deaths of many of his comrades and he had prepared them all for burial. He didn't enjoy the idea of preparing one of his many friends; but with Mutants constantly out to kill each other and with Mutant fights happening all around the world, it was always up to another Mutant to make sure that his comrades were prepared with dignity and the utmost respect.

Beast stared down, sadly, at the pitiful bundle on the cold slab. Her cat-like face—though marred by five lacerations in both cheeks—looked peaceful in death. Her eyes, once a brilliant purple, now closed in eternal sleep. The slender arms laying at her sides with the three fingers curled inward toward her hips. The long legs splayed outward and the long, purple tail draped over her ankles. Her white fur shone frosty in the light and crackled as Beast lifted her from the slab in both arms and laid her on the embalming table.

After he had arranged her in the traditional embalming position, Beast took one last look at her face; stroking her immobile cheek with a claw.

"I'm sorry, Mew." He said, softly, sitting back on his stool. "I'm sorry for everything."

A noise caused Beast to look up. Standing in the doorway was Beast's son, Billy—who was better known as StormBeast to all who knew him. StormBeast never came downstairs to the morgue portion of the infirmary, so Beast was surprised to see him here now.

"Esbee! W—What brought you down here?" Beast asked, turning away and wiping his eyes.

StormBeast shrugged and approached the table. The fur on his cheeks was darker as though he had been crying too. He looked down at the dead Mutant before him and touched the bone-thin shoulder. "I just had to see MewTwo before you put her to rest."

Beast understood StormBeast and MewTwo had been somewhat close throughout some of their learning years. Granted there were occasions when the two would get on one another's nerves, but they were still good friends.

Beast opened a few drawers, snapped on a pair of latex gloves, and opened a bag holding a tube. He turned Mewtwo's head to the side, swabbed her neck with an alcohol wipe, and jabbed the hollow needle into the large, jugular vein. With MewTwo's blood beginning to drain, Beast went about getting the make-up ready while StormBeast sat on the extra stool. After a moment, StormBeast looked up and, in a trembling voice, posed the question he had been meaning to ask.

"How did this happen, da? Why was MewTwo killed?"

Beast turned away from the table with a bowl of mortician's putty and a palette knife. He placed a large glob on the scratches on Mew's cheek and smeared it around before answering his son's question.

"She was wanted by a man who could transform her into a weapon against Mutant-kind. He wanted her so bad, he was willing to have her killed so that no one else could have her."

Up until now, Beast had avoided looking at his son. Now that his blue eyes met StormBeast's, he could see that the boy was now thinking the same thing. They were both thinking about the day when they first found MewTwo in that abandoned factory three years ago.

Chapter One
A Mortal Playing God

Professor Charles Xavier, when asked about MewTwo, once called her "the strangest case of Mutant experimentation I'd ever seen." No one quite knew what to think of this profound statement on Xavier's part because no Mutant, to anyone's knowledge, had ever been referred to as a case within the walls of Xavier's School of Higher Learning. Xavier, not wanting to offend anyone—least of all, MewTwo—continued to explain without further prompting.

MewTwo is like most Mutants in that her mutation occurred long after birth. However, she is unlike most Mutants in that she was made in a laboratory.

Kassandra Summers was ten-years-old when her parents decided to take a trip to Anchorage, Alaska with their three children. Everything was going fine until there was some engine problems and the plane went down. The kids survived and were placed in an orphanage. During that time, Scott—the eldest—hit puberty and his powers manifested; accidentally killing Kassie in the process.

Scott ran away from the orphanage for fear of being arrested and charged with murder (manslaughter at best). That was when he ran into Professor Xavier and became a part of Xavier's new school. Scott's younger brother, Alex, manifested years after being adopted by a Hawaiian family and decided not to join the X-men.

Kassie had been laid to rest and stayed in the ground for four years until someone disturbed her remains.

His name was James Gurton and he was a lackey for Hudson Genetics Corporation. The man who did all the dirty work, which also included fetching supplies for his boss's experiments. James took no part in the actual experiment, only in providing the material's necessary.

Gurton was hired by Hudson right out of high school. He was selected not because of his grade point average (a gorilla could have done better), but for the fact that he did what was asked of him. For the first six years, Gurton was faithful to his employer; showing up early for work, and staying on the job until it was completed. But, one day, Hudson sent Gurton on a strange errand.

"Jim, I need you to go to Boston Memorial and get me the body of Kassandra Alexis Summers."

"A body, sir?" Gurton asked. This was odd. Hudson had never asked for a body before. This sort of thing was unheard of! Gurton never thought Hudson would be the type of person to disrespect the dead.

Hudson looked up from reports he was reviewing and nodded. "Yes, a body, James. And not just any body. The body of Kassandra Alexis Summers." He waved a large, meaty hand at Gurton, indicating that he leave now and do the job.

"Sir, you know I don't question your orders no matter how strange they may be—but I'm not sure I understand why you want a body. Or why you'd want that body in particular." Gurton said.

Hudson fixed his gofer with a steely gaze. Then, after giving an unpleasant smile, he put aside his notes, interlaced his fingers, and said,

"Very well. I will explain." He indicated that Gurton be seated and didn't continue until the gofer had done so.

"My company does a variety of genetic experimentation that most people would call . . . unnatural. In fact, there has been a number of protesters on my doorstep against genetic experimentation. They believe this is going to be another incident just like the one Worthington Labs issue on Alcatraz [1]."

"Will it, sir?" Gurton asked.

He had heard all about Worthingon Labs and their experiments with a Mutant boy named Leech. Warren Worthington II made what was known as "The Cure" which was supposed to suppress the Mutant-X gene for good. At first, the cure was only offered to those that wanted it. But then, it was transformed into a weapon against any Mutants that threatened their cause.

The end result became a war between Mutants on Alcatraz Island; one side trying to kill the Cure's source, the other trying to protect him. A mess ensued that took years to clean up.

Gurton shuddered as he remembered the incident vividly in his mind.

"No, it will not." Hudson said, shaking his head reassuringly.

"That's good." Gurton breathed. "But I still don't understand what this has to do with a body."

"That is a very good question." Hudson said. "You see, I, too, have taken quite an interest in Mutant DNA. So much, in fact, that I decided to make my own Mutant."

Gurton gasped. "Sir, you do realize what sort of an impact this would have on the Mutant community? How many people will be against this?"

"Which is why we must keep this as quiet as possible." Hudson said. "And why I need that body."

"But why that particular body?" Gurton asked.

"Within the X-men, there is one Mutant who has a brother who is not an X-man but is a Mutant just the same. However, there were five children in this family. One was accidentally killed by her older brother when his powers manifested. The Mutant-X gene tends to run in families. If four of them have the gene, so should the third." Hudson said.

"But I thought you said she was dead!" Gurton exclaimed.

"She is dead! I need her DNA . . . her unmanifested X-gene to make this work!" Hudson said, standing up so abruptly that his office chair fell over. "I need her DNA to make my own Mutant."

"But why her in particular?"

"Her brothers and sister are powerful Mutants. All class 5 mutates."

"What do you intend to accomplish by making your own Mutant using deceased DNA?" Gurton asked this purely out of curiosity.

He had always wondered what Hudson Genetics Corporation actually did . . . seeing as how they never produced any products for resale, nor did they publish their research for other scientists to read. In fact, the work HGC did was only known by the higher-ups and was kept on a need-to-know basis.

"Are you trying to understand Mutants by making your own, or are you going to make a product to destroy the Mutant-X gene entirely?"

"That last one has already been done. You mentioned it yourself just a few minutes ago." Hudson reminded him.

Gurton nodded, though still afraid of Hudson's answer to his question.

"In a way, we are trying to understand Mutant DNA . . . what decides their powers or how they come to be Mutants."

Gurton relaxed a little, but he was soon to be just as tense. No sooner had Gurton left Hudson's office, then he found he had a partner. A big, burly Mutant who's name was Sabertooth and he was known by no other name.

Now, Gurton had been around Mutants all his life. He had a few Mutant cousins that he got along with. Gurton also attended school with Mutants. Some were scarier than others. But none bothered Gurton as much as Sabertooth did.

Sabertooth was a wild, mean, thickset monster—monster could only be the word for what he was. He was huge with a hairy, muscular body made all the more impressive by the leather-strap uniform he wore—something that left nothing to the imagination. A squarish head sat upon a brutish neck and was surrounded by a thick, light-brown mane and poorly maintained beard. He had yellowish, feral eyes, ugly fangs, and black claws.

Gurton (who was smallish and nearly ratlike in appearance) hated working with Sabertooth who seemed to believe his only goal in life was to harass Gurton or make his life all the more miserable. Sabertooth freaked Gurton out like there was no tomorrow, and his fury seemed to have no limits.

"Hurry up, why don't you!" Sabertooth called down to Gurton as the smaller man dug out the grave. "It's going to rain soon and I'm sure you don't want to be smelling me all the way back to HGC." Sabertooth's gruff voice held an edge of disdain for the little human.

Gurton looked up, shovel in hand—contemplating the wisdom of using the tool on the big, mean Mutant—at Sabertooth who towered a good nine feet above him. His vision slightly obscured by the poncho hood he was wearing. Gurton's jaw tightened as did his grip on the shovel handle.

"You could help, you know." He snapped, hoping that Sabertooth wouldn't take offense and suddenly disembowel him. Despite his bold words, Gurton was a coward.

"What, and ruin a good manicure like this? Do you know who much this cost me?" Sabertooth held out a large, hand, palm facing him, and seemed to examine each claw one-by-one.

"Don't know, don't care." Gurton retorted. He knew he was pushing his luck.

"I'm sure you don't." Sabertooth said, folding his arms once more over his burly chest. "Just finish the hole. You've got another three feet to go."

Gurton valued life too much to argue. He continued digging until his shovel hit something hard. Working quickly, he dug around the metallic object and made room for Sabertooth to drag it out.

Once finished, Sabertooth hauled Gurton out by his arm, jumped in, and hefted the box as though it weighed nothing. He carried it to the bed of the truck, dropped it in, and covered the box with a tarp. Gurton was already in the driver's seat and had the truck started by the time Sabertooth hopped in.

The distance from the cemetery to HGC was short enough that the two men could've walked. Thus, it didn't take long to drop the body off at the lab basement.

Gurton watched nervously as the lab workers pried the seal apart with crowbars; jumping as a loud BANG! reverberated around the room. Cranks raised the lid, exposing the coffin's occupant.

The coffin was made from steel the color of the ocean at early morning. The inside was covered with cream-silk cushioning the youthful body within. A faded image stitched into the head section of the lid revealed a lively, brown-haired girl being hugged—and hugging in return—her four siblings.

Gurton peeked over the coffin's edge of view the body inside and his heart sank. She looked so young. Only ten, did Hudson say?

He jumped back as two techs lifted the body from the casket and laid it out on the exam table. Gurton watched them for a while when a hand on his shoulder made him turn around.

"Here." Hudson said, shoving a briefcase against Gurton's chest. "Now, get out!"

Gurton stared levelly at his boss. "You are going to return her to her grave, aren't you?"

Hudson gave Gurton a reassuring smile. "Of course." He said. His grin disappeared once Gurton left and he turned back to his workers."Alright, let's begin."

-X-

Three years ago, after the Worthington Labs incident, a bill was passed deeming Mutant experimentation as illegal. Since HGC primary function was genetic experimentation on Mutants, Hudson's workers were afraid that HGC would be out of business. However, Hudson waved it off and said, "We'll do what we can."

Hudson had been sure that the bill wouldn't pass. People were too afraid of Mutants not to allow research to be don on them. He didn't count on the fact that the Mutant community made up one-third of America's population. Mutants were all against experiments on their own kind and half of America's human population was against the issue as well. Once the bill passed, Hudson only saw this as a challenge. Which was fine. Hudson loved a challenge.

About the same time, Hudson came in possession of a Mutant skeleton discovered in Egypt by a liaison. The liaison described the remains as being nearly two-thousand years old and resembled a human with a cat's skull. He continued to tell Hudson the the locals described it as being a god-like deity with powers that only the gods should possess.

Hudson, being as power-hungry as he was, asked that the remains be smuggled in. So, they were smuggled in, disguised as the body of a long dead American soldier.

The skeleton did, indeed have an interesting structure. The limbs and spine were long. On each hand were three fingers and on each foot were two toes. There was a long tail with eighteen, flexible segments. The skull was long and shaped like a large house cat.

Hudson stroked the large braincase; imagining what he could do with a monster such as this.

Now, as Hudson looked at Kassie's body, he knew what he could do, and gave the order for it to be done. He was going to splice Kassie and Mew's DNA together to make a new Mutant. Hudson also had a few modifications of his own to incorporate. Modifications, he felt, would make it a more powerful Mutant than even Charles Xavier.

[1]Worthington Labs- X-Men 3: The Last Stand