HI! I'm back with a new story, and I must say that I am very proud of this one! I already have so many ideas for this storyI dind't know where to begin. I hope you all enjoy this story as it progresses, I am truly going to put my heart into it this time!

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution in any way shape or form, and this story is for entertainment purposes only, please do not sue me. I am only a seventeen-year-old female trying to mak my way through life without screwing it up. I have nothing to give you, except this story and I hope you all enjoy it!

RedPhoenix1821

As for "Passion From Ashes", I want to continue it, but I don't know where to go with it right. I would like to continue with this story first before moving back to that one.

Prologue: Introductions

First things first, let's identify all of our players. We'll begin with the most important ones. But then again there are two of those, hmm… Do you want to hear about a fiery redhead who can't seem to control her temper, or would you like to know about a young man with a "deathly stare" so to speak. Let's start with the resident redhead. I'm sure you all know Jean Grey, eighteen, tall about five feet and eleven inches, long, slender legs, a lean, fit body, and all of that gorgeous red hair that every man wants to get lost in. Her most imposing feature, however, are her bright, emerald green eyes that seem to penetrate straight to your soul whenever she looks at you. She is one tough girl, but don't let looks fool you, Jean Grey has a heart of gold and a very open and willing mind. Speaking of her mind, Jean is also a very powerful telepath, second only to Charles Xavier founder of the Xavier Institute where this story will begin. Jean has the power to lift objectsseveral times her body weight by merely thinking about it. She can levitate herself in the air, read any person's thoughts she wants, but Jean is not one to invade your privacy. But if you just happen to "think too loudly" she can't help but overhear you. Jean is a simple girl raised in thehigher parts of society during her childhood, but she has broken herself away from all that andshe now enjoys the easiness of life, although her life is anything but easy. Being a mutant comes with a great deal of responsibility.

And one mutant who must always have that degree of responsibility is Scott Summers, the one with a look that could literally kill you. Scott, a young man of eighteen tall about six feet maybe six foot one, chestnut brown hair, high cheekbones, and a body that makes every girl squirm in delight. Scott's heard it often enough that his best featureare his eyes even though they are hidden behind a pair of dark red glasses, it's the glasses that give that sexy, exotic appearance. Scott comes from quite a different background than Jean. He lost both his parents when he was eight years old, and thought he had also lost his brother. Only just recently has Scott learned that Alex, now sixteen, is alive and well. Alex has just joined the institute, much to Scott's relief. He can now keep a close eyeon his younger, only brother. But Scott's responsibility doesn't stop with his brother; it only just begins there. Scott must be in control every minute of every day with a "curse" like his as Scott would put it if you were to ask him. One mere slip up and someone could die.

So, now that we have identified our major players let's identify the lesser ones in this story. Warren Worthington III, Jean's current boyfriend. Warren is three years older than Jean, but he is infatuated with her nonetheless. Set up with her by his and her parents, Warren is doing all he can to keep Jean to himself. He is a strong man with short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a stern expression should you ever piss him off. Warren's one problem is his wings yes his wings. Warren is a literal angel, with sixteen-foot wings. Lucky for him they can fold up easily under a thick jacket. Now with a name like Warren Worthington III you would think there is some money in his background. You would be thinking right. Warren was born rich; he grew up rich, and remains to this day very rich. Not one of the things that drew Jean to him. But Warren isn't the only competing for Miss Grey's affection.

Which brings me to Duncan Mathews. He too has short blonde hair and blue eyes, a strong build, and a good name. Duncan, however, is your resident jock. He is captain of the Bayville High football team, star quarterback, varsity jacket the works. Duncan is the head man on campus, the pack leader who would beat the crap out of you as much as look at you. Jean has just begun attending Bayville coming in at the beginning of her senior year. Duncan was the first to claim first dibs on the sultry redhead wanting to be the first to bed her then he would give the lessees their shot. Something tells me that Jean isn't going to be going for this meathead.

Let's move on to Taryn Fujioka, Scott's current girlfriend. At least she's his age. Long brown hair, brown eyes and a body that would match Jean Grey's if it weren't for the half size breasts that Taryn tried to make up for with endless push-up bras. She is your typical prep bitch, wears too much makeup, dresses in short, tight clothing and flirts with every big man on campus including Duncan. If I were Scott I would tire of this philandering around, but still seems to think there is hope between the two of them. Taryn is part of the soccer team and was the captain and lead player until little miss Jean Elizabeth Grey set foot on the field. Taryn has had a secret loathing of her ever since the season started. She has been pretending to be Jean's best friend, but in reality can't wait to see her fall.

We'll begin at the institute on a calm fall day. It's only the third week into the school year and already the seniors are beginning to feel the heat. If they thought their junior year was rough, well it was nothing to prepare them for what lies ahead in the upcoming school year. The Xavier Institute is a vast mansion sitting on grounds that include an Olympic size swimming pool, tennis court, softball field, a lake, dock, gazebo, basketball court, and a grand garden. It has, you could say, just about everything anyone could want. Though,it's not the outside that's impressive, it's the inside, decorated diversely with rich colors from the carpet to the walls. But that part of the mansion was the part open to the public, what friends didn't see were the two subbasements. The first one consisted of a hanger that housed an SR-71 Blackbird, a helicopter that contained not an ounce of metal, and a simulator for those learning to fly both massive vehicles. Then there was the enormous lab, the briefing room, and Cerebro. In the second subbasement thereis the training room that alsogoes by the name the Danger Room, specifically because itis a dangerous roomto be in if you don't know what youae doing. Then there isthe med bay/infirmary, locker room, and gym.

Now, training you may ask? Training for what? Just simple training, well hardly simple, training to teach Xavier's gifted youngsters how to use their unique gifts for good in a controlled manner. But enough talk let's get down to why we're here. I'm sure you all know why you're here. You're here to watch a romantic relationship bloom between two young, very gifted teenagers. Well, I can assure you all that it will, but in its own time.

So, where was I? Oh yes, a calm autumn day at the Xavier Institute. The day is just starting; there is no hint of sunlight behind the tall pine trees that line the grounds, not a breath of wind stirred neither the pool nor lake. The only motion is that on the inside of the mansion, the scurry of feet in the hall and muffled voices as students make their way down to the Danger Room for a morning session, today's lesson, obstacle course.

"Lucky me," Jean Grey said to herself as she pulled on her one-piece green and black uniform. It fit like a glove over her perfect body hugging all the right curves and accentuating others. She walked out of her bedroom door almost literally running into Scott, who too was dressed in his uniform. They looked each other up and down, it was the first time they had seen each other in their uniforms. Jean had only been there so long and this was her first Danger Room session with the whole team, the whole team that is that was qualified to run this certain obstacle course, which wasn't much. Kitty Pryde, or Shadowcat, Kurt Wager, or Nightcrawler, Rogue who went by no other name, Evan Daniels, or Spyke who was the nephew of one of the trainers/mentors around the institute, Ororo Munroe, or Storm. Then there was Logan, or Wolverine, and Hank McCoy, or Beast. Last but not least was the field leader of all the X-Men, Scott Summers, or Cyclops. When Jean had come in she had shown at first her amazing talents and how well she could follow orders, but what had impressed Wolverine and Storm the most was her fighting ability, she had taken Scott down no problem without her powers. So Scott had taken the initiative and made her his right hand, but Scott had his ownreasons for wanting Jean by his side.

"You look good." Scott commented as he and Jean walked down the hall toward the elevator that would take them down to the second subbasement.

"Yeah? Thanks." Jean responded. "I thought this would make me look like a slut."

"No anything but, it looks really good on you."

Jean reached over and patted Scott on his shoulder, "You don't look so bad yourself, Slim." Jean rubbed her hand up and down his arm feeling his well-formed, hard muscles beneath the black spandex. Scott Summers was a very sexy man.

"Man, I hate obstacle runs at five in the morning." Evan spat as he walked down to the Danger Room alongside Kurt and Kitty. "I'm not even totally awake yet."

"Like, don't complain, I'm probably going to have the worst hair day ever at this point. Forget about blow drying." Kitty was the resident Valley Girl; no one tried to understand what she said half the time.

"You vant to talk about a bad hair day?" Kurt piped up. "Don't even get me started. I'm covered!"

"Stop complaining, everyone. We're going to get through this just fine." Scott let the leader in him take control.

"Nice of you to join us oh Fearless Leader. Ah guess someone woke up a little late." Rogue stood off to the side of the door leading into the Danger Room with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Don't start with me, AP classes always have exams in the first few weeks. I've been busting my ass."

"You too, huh?" Jean asked. Scott knew she was taking more AP classes then he was, her entire schedule was AP. Scott was lucky enough to get three. "Hey look at this way, Slim, we both have biology together, we both have calculus together. I'll be there to cover your butt." Jean shook her wave of red hair behind her shoulder and adjusted her headband. "The classes aren't all that tough."

"Enough flirting, let's go." Wolverine made his presence as he opened the door and led the team in for their training. "So," Wolverine reached over to a control panel and punched in a code. "Whose ready for a little early morning obstacle run?" With that the team was raised to the top of the Danger Room on a dais, then a long runway wound down to the bottom. "The course will be different for each one of you, I've programmed this baby for each of your levels. Now there are only six of you, so you'll all be going twice. Any complaints?"

Kitty raised her hand. "Yeah, like, why do we have to do this on a Monday?"

"Because it's Monday, Halfpint." Wolverine responded. He gave everyone a nickname, except for Rogue. "Because I love Mondays." Logan flipped a switch on the control board in front of him. "Let's see whose going first. Jean, what number am I thinking of?"

"Do you really want to ask me that?"

"Yeah, well, you're going first anyway, rookie. Get out there."

Jean walked over to the where the platform met the runway and got ready to run. "Go!" Wolverine shouted. Jean took off. She jumped over sections of the runway that popped up, deflected laser blasts and projectiles, did a few somersaults, and levitated herself around a sea of orbs. When she reached the bottom she waved up to Wolverine that she had made it. "Not bad, Redd. Ok, Rogue, your next."

And on it went until everyone had gone once, and then Wolverine started them all over again. An hour and a half later the team stumbled from the Danger Room everyone was ready to return to bed, but being that it was a Monday there was school. By seven everyone was showered and downstairs for breakfast. "Ok, so what did Auntie O make us this morning?" Evan asked himself as he entered the kitchen. Plates, utensils, and napkins had been placed out on the table along with a basket of fruit, basket of muffins, and two trays, one with eggs, and the other with breakfast meats. Scott poured himself and Jean cups of coffee, they got plates and went to sit down and talk. Kitty and Kurt were off to the side chattering away themselves.

"So, do you, like think Jean and Scott could be a couple?" Kitty asked as she watched the two older teens flirt over their bacon.

"Ja, I think they have a chance. If Scott vould dump zhat loser slut Taryn, and Jean got rid of Mister High and Mighty."

"I like Warren, I think he's kind of, like, hot. In a rich way."

"Kitty, vhat do you see in him? He thinks he's too good to be here, Jean's never good enough for him. I've seen the vay he treats her when no one else is around."

"He's still hot to me."

"He's too old for you. Hell, he's too old for Jean. I asked her, they're only together because they met at a party that Warren's parents hosted and Jean's family was invited. Their parents saw them talking together and thought, hm, what if we can get them to marry?"

"He's still hot."

"Vhatever."

Over at the table, Jean and Scott were discussing the same thing, not that they had a chance together, but their current relationships. "So," Scott started, "You're dating a high up rich… What do you want to call him?"

"Decent. I mean he's nice to me and all, but sometimes…He can just be so…"

"Demanding?" Scott offered.

"Clamorous. He's very proud, won't admit when he's wrong… That sort of thing. But he's still very kind to me, treats me like a lady. What about you and… Taryn?"

"I can't stand being with her. I'm only with her because she thinks we hit it off last year at the Saddie Hawkins dance, and I'm just afraid to hurt her feelings. I'm actually waiting for her to break up with me, or if I can actually catch her cheating."

Jean was shocked. "She cheats on you?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, Taryn does. She doesn't know that I know, but I do. I've been trying to catch her for weeks."

"Mr. Summers, you are incredibly sneaky."

"I know…" Scott leaned back in his chair folding his arms behind his head.

"Time to go everyone." Ororo called from the kitchen door.

Jean and Scott exchanged a glance, time for another day of hell at Bayville High School.

A/N: And that's the prologue folks! Hope you all enjoyed, please REVIEW!