Disclaimer:  I don't own X-men, though I wish I owned Scott and Pietro (what I wouldn't do to them! J/k)  I own Guinevere and her ignorant parents, who don't deserve actual names.  Be gentle!  This is my first X-Men Evolution fanfiction.  I have an idea of where I want it to go.  But reviews would greatly help me out.  Flames will be put out by Guinevere's powers.

~*~ flashback~*~

"talking"

thinking

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Guinevere Wallis quietly packed all that she owned.

I can't believe I have to leave everything I've ever known and loved.  I've never been out of Los Angeles before.

Guinevere looked around her room it was completely bare now.  She had refused to leave any of the stuff she loved.  Because of that she had filled four large suitcases, her cheer duffle bag, and Green backpack that said Belmont Hip-Hop Dance Team.  She also had a large box down stairs that contained all her trophies, medals, and certificates.  She carefully inspected her entire room before putting on her Green letterman jacket.  She looked at herself in the full-length mirror.  Her light wavy-brown hair was down and perfect.  She wore a black halter-top that said Belmont Swim Team in bold green letters, a knee length denim skirt, and she wore her black high-top Chucks.

She sadly walked out of her once unique room; it was now just a plane white box without any identity.

Damn the day I got these horrid powers.

~*~Two Weeks Ago~*~

Guinevere could not wait to get home.

Mom is going to be so happy.

The Hill Toppers swim team had won the city championships thanks to her.  She hadn't been this happy since she had won the student body vice-president election.  She quickly ran home to tell her parents the good news.  She was thinking about where she was going to put her new trophy when she saw smoke coming out of the third floor kitchen window. 

Hey that's my home!  Oh my god my parents!

She quickly ran inside the three-story condo complex and upstairs to her home.

"Mom?  Dad?  Where are you?!"  She yelled as she looked around the living room.  She shook her head as she ran to the kitchen.

They got to be in here!

The kitchen was engulfed in flames.  She looked around and saw no sign of her parents.  Just as she was about to leave the kitchen a burning shelf was about to fall on her.  She instinctively lifted up her hands.  She shut her eyes expecting the worse when she suddenly felt drips of water hit her face.

She opened her eyes looking at the ceiling for any sign of a leak.  None.  She then looked up at her hands and realized her hands were projecting the water (kind of like iceman.)  The water was powerful and she quickly stopped the fire, but couldn't stop the water.  It was getting powerful and more powerful.  She couldn't control it.  The room was beginning to flood, and the force of the water was pushing her back rapidly.  She felt herself nearing the window behind her.  She tried putting her hands down and balling them into fist, but nothing was stopping the water from shooting out of her hands.  She felt no control of the situation and was beyond panicking by the time the water reached her knees.

Oh God!  Help me!

She felt her back make contact with the glass window.

This is it.  I'm going to die a painful death.

She heard the glass crack.

Help me.

She thought as the glass finally broke and she fell backwards three stories.  She suddenly stopped feeling the pressure in her hands.

Great time to stop!

She unconsciously maneuvered her body into a standing position as she closed her eyes.  Her feet hit the ground and she bent her knees.  And she bounced back up.

What the fuck!

She bounced back down then up again.  She felt like she was on a trampoline.  She softened her bounces, which gradually stopped.  She looked around and then looked up and saw her parents looking down at her from the window, shocked and scared.

~*~Back to present~*~

Her parents had seen the whole thing.  They had walked into the house after she had run to the kitchen.  Her parents had been so scared in fact that they didn't get near her at all.  She had not gone to school in all those weeks.  Her powers often went out of control and she often overflowed the tub and sink.  One day she realized she could control bodies of water.  She could make waves or ripples in the tub.  She could also shoot the tub water up, but she didn't know how to stop these actions till her parents came in and yelled at her taking her mind off the water and scaring her.

One day when her parents and her were home an unexpected visitor came by.  This visitor was an old friend of the family, named Charles Xavier.  He told them that he was headmaster at an institute for gifted teenagers.  He had learned of Guinevere's gifts through some sort of mega computer (Cerebro) and thought the institute would be perfect for Guinevere.  It would help her control her powers and she'd be living with others like her and going to school with non-mutants.

Her parents quickly accepted the proposal, leaving Guinevere no choice but to accept.  She had to leave her home, school, and active social life to go to a place she didn't even know.  What if she had no friends?  What if they had no strong sports program?

She quickly walked out of her old home with all her luggage.  She did not even bother saying good-bye to her parents.  They probably were too scared she would accidentally drown them.  A gruff looking guy the professor had introduced as Logan had helped her put all of her stuff into a rental car.  It was about 8 o'clock p.m.  and the summer sun was almost completely gone.  She climbed into the car and sat in the passenger seat.  Professor Xavier sat in the back..  She didn't even look at her parents as they drove off to the airport.

Damn the day I got these powers!