A/N: This is a series I've been planning for quite a while now. I cannot guarantee updates for this fic, but I'm posting the first chapter now so that I can ensure that I won't have it accidentally deleted again. I love Mutant X and I was so angry with how they decided to end the series! I had originally started this several months ago, but when my computer got restarted, all of the chapters were erased and so I put off re-writing them. I do realize that this story has the same title as another story by a fellow author, Prince Halliwell (his story is Mutant X: Season Four) but my storyline is completely different from his. This is my first MX fic, so please don't be too terribly harsh and I hope you'll all enjoy. Thank you. P.S. This chapter is a play on, "Ripley's Believe It Or Not."

4.01 Bailey's Believe It Or Not

A lone bed with nothing more than a brown wool blanket, stained white sheets, and a thin pillow rested forlornly in the corner of a small room with white walls that contained a few bad patches. The carpet was an ugly, thin brownish-beige color. A small tattered wooden bedside table sat in the opposite corner of the room, with a solitary lamp that had no shade. A tiny bathroom connected to the room which contained nothing more than a toilet, a sink, a shower, and a few white towels. The mirror behind the sink had clear scratches on it and the bathroom looked as dingy as they come. Suddenly the front door of the low rate motel swung open with a eery creek and the sickly carpet near the door began to depress in various places before moving to another spot. Rustling could be heard, before the door slammed shut again and the top lock seemed to slideitself closed. Then a flash of light outlined four figures, before fading to reveal two women and two men.

"Just give me the bag," a feisty female voice hissed. Waves of golden blonde hair draped down her back and shoulders. She was slender and about five foot six inches tall, a definite feast for most anyone attracted to the feminine gender. A pair of faded blue hip huggers sat low on her hips, accentuating her tiny waist and a tight red off the shoulder top hugged her upper body and went into a loose v neckline, showing off a lot of the woman's luscious peaches and cream skin. Her dark brown eyes flashed glowing yellow with black slits for a minute, as she snatched the bag from a brunette female and fled to the tiny bathroom.

"Man, she's a witch when it's that time of the month," a taller man with short blackish hair sniped aloud.He brushed his hand over his head and flopped down on the uncomfortable bed with a thud.

The brunette set a brown grocery bag on the small wooden table next to the lamp, pulling out a bag of jerky. "Please," she snorted, "if it wasn't for us you wouldn't be here to make those snide remarks." She brushed a long strand of silky chocolate brown hair out of her face with her long, tanned, slender fingers and then snagged a piece of jerky from the bag and began to nibble at the ends of it. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to the dark haired man, shoving him out of the way to make room for herself.

"Hey!" The dark haired man tugged at the edge of the brunette's black halter top.

Her dark eyes narrowed and she pointed a finger straight at the dark haired male, a beam of searing hot light stopping right at the base of his throat. "Do that again and you'll pay," she growled.

"Have some respect, Bren," the well built blonde male defended as he walked over behind the brunette and placed her his strong hands on her tanned yet bare shoulders. "Look, we've all been through a lot this past week. Do you really want to make things worse?" He began to softly massaged the woman's shoulders and slowly moved his way along her back.

"You're choosing your girlfriend over me?" The dark haired man asked, feigning upset.

The brunette slapped the blonde's hand away at the word 'girlfriend' and jumped to her feet, her tight black pants hugging her body like a second skin.

The blonde threw a daring look towards the dark haired male, Brennan Mulwray.

Brennan shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't a clue what the blonde, Jesse Milmartin, meant.

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Several thousand miles away in a underground base somewhere in deserts of Nevada, a group of ten or so people were hurriedly checking highly technical machinery in a closed off glass room with several computers. Suddenly a pristine white door opened, high above the heads of the workers, and a cloaked figure entered the blinding white room with a small covered bundle in his or her arms. The figure laid a gloved finger onto a small, round blue button and then all was quiet as the figure began to speak. Unfortunately the voice of the figure had been protected with a type of microphone connected to the figure's black robe. Then there was silence.

"I may of found something," the timid voice a young man in his early twenties replied. He walked over to a large keypad and entered in a code, bringing up a large holographic map and he pointed to a small, blinking red light. "I believe it may be a faint signal from a comlink."

"I need the address," the disguised voice replied. But even the highly advanced equipment from the voice couldn't hide the faint sound of urgency in its owner's voice.

The young scientist quickly entered in another code and then the sound of a machine rumbling to life across the room was heard. The man crossed over to a large, high tech printer and ripped a sheet from the printer. "I have it here."

"Good, I'll have someone come in to collect it within a few moments. You will be rewarded for your efforts." With that, the figure pressed the blue button again and retreated back into the door from which she or he had come.

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The sound of knuckles wrapping against the flimsy bathroom door made Shalimar Fox jump. "What?" She growled, staring at herself in the mirror. This was not what she had wanted, not at all. But to show a weakness to the people outside, her teammates that were also in trouble, well that was ever worse. She turned the cold water on and cupped her hands, ducking her head down and splashing the icy liquid onto her face. Then she grabbed one of the white towels and ran it across her face and neck. "I'll be out in a minute," she hissed as she grabbed the bag in which she'd taken from Lexa earlier and tucked it protectively under her arm before swinging open the door with inhumanly powerful force and brushing past the light elemental.

"Something wrong, Shal?"

"Leave me alone, Jess." The feral replied as she headed straight for the door. She needed to get away and fast.

"Where do you think you're going?" The electric elemental asked, stepping in front of the blonde woman.

"Is that any of your damn business?" The feral's eyes flashed dangerously.

"You can't just go gallivanting around!" The electric explained, grabbing her arm roughly.

"Who're you to stop me?" Shalimar asked threateningly, as she wrapped powerful fingers around Brennan's hand and began to constrict his fingers.

Brennan released his grip. "I just don't want you to end up getting hurt," he said with a hushed tone so that Jesse and Lexa wouldn't hear.

"Unless I get out of here, someone will," Shalimar replied as she released her grip on the elemental. "Now do you want to move or do I have to move you myself?"

"Then activate the comlink," Brennan pleaded.

"It's traceable, you know I can't do that."

"I need contact with you, your life may depend on it."

"I'm a big girl, Bren. I can take care of myself." The feral mutant grabbed for the top lock, sliding it open and then she slipped her hand around the handle.

Brennan slapped a hand over Shal's. "Take it just in case," he whispered.

Shalimar released a heavy sigh. "Fine," she gave in as she wrapped her fingers around the small ring that Brennan placed into her hand. "I'll be back later and I'd suggest that you don't wait up." With that, the blonde feral flung the door opened and escaped into the night.

Brennan closed his eyes, falling back against the door as he shut and locked it.

"Where's Shal?" It was Lexa, who'd just come out of the bathroom.

"She went out?"

"What!" Lexa's voice was a mixture of rage and panic. "She can't go out! They're all after us!"

"Don't you think I know that?" Brennan's eyes blazed. "It's not like I can just step in her way!"

"This is life or death, Brennan! Of course you could have!"

"Hey! Hey!" Jesse wedged himself between the fuming duo. "Look, I'm sure Shal will be fine. She's far from the damsel in distress. She'll be back soon. She probably just needs some fresh air."

"You better hope she comes back soon," the brunette sniped as she headed back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Alone, Jesse and Brennan silently exchanged the expressions.

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Shalimar rounded the corner of cheap motel, smacking right into the shoulder of a persona dressed in a black cloak. Her package went tumbling out from under her arm and falling to the ground. "Hey!" She blazed, scrambling to the ground to scrape the contents of her package back into the bag. "You better watch were you're going next time," she hissed as she pulled to her feet "Did you hear me?" She asked, turning around to face the clumsy person who'd ran into her. But the anger quickly drained from her face, as did the color. Her collision had not only caused her bag to fall, but it had caused the hood of the other person's cloak to fall from the person's head.

"Sh-Shalimar?"

Shalimar's mouth fell open, forming into an 'o' shape.

There before Shalimar Fox, in the full flesh and blood, stood a woman. Black stiletto heels hugged her feet, while a knee length black skirt slid around her waist and down her legs, fitting her curvature perfectly. A black cloak drifted all the way to the ground and gently blew in the soft night breeze, while the large black hood stuck out behind her neck. The woman had a shimmering tan and just past shoulder length dark red hair. A small black bundle, cradled in her arms began to wiggle and whimper. "Bailey, shoosh," she woman breathed.

Shalimar Fox couldn't believe her eyes as she choked out her next word, "Emma?"