Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution.

I know I have another story in progress, but this just popped into my head and I had to write it. This takes place about a couple of weeks before the series starts. I'm using each season as a year's passing time starting from season 1, so, here are the ages of the cannon teens in the story now:

Scott-16

Jean-16

Kitty-15

Kurt-15

Rogue-15 ½

Evan-14

Lance-16

Pietro-15

Todd-14 ½

Fred-15

Ghoststreak Rising

Chapter 1

"Sweetie, wake up! You're going to be late for school!" a female voice called upstairs. The person who she was calling groaned and turned their pillow over their ears, drowning out the woman's voice.

The person was a boy, just barely over five feet tall, looking no older than thirteen. He had naturally tanned, olive skin, with shaggy, slightly wavy, dark brown hair that fell into his jade green eyes. He was also a bit on the scrawny side, which wasn't surprising since he was fairly young to be worrying about muscle mass.

"Come on, honey! Don't make me sic your sister on you!" his mother shouted after another five minutes had passed.

The boy groaned again. He groggily sat up in his bed, tiredly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before he started his daily morning routine. In fifteen minutes time, he was on his way downstairs to consume some breakfast.

"Took you long enough." the boy's older sister snidely remarked.

He took a bite out of his toast and shrugged, just as his dad scooped up his empty plate, put it in the dishwasher, and headed off to work. The boy's sister's gaze never left his face after he failed to respond to her comment. He always had some witty comment up his sleeve. There was a process to this, she would try and make fun of him, then he would zing her back with something so clever she couldn't respond back. It was their thing. She didn't know what was going on, but she was going to find out. Besides, all she was only missing school, it's not like anything important was happening.

"You want a ride to school?" she asked, as he finished his eggs.

"Nah, I'll take my bike." he answered, his voice was still a fairly high, but had the beginnings of the adolescent voice crack present.

"Okay, well, do you want me to pick you up some pizza on my way home? I know it's your favorite." she persuaded.

"No, I'm good." he cleared his plate off of the table and headed outside to retrieve his bike, his sister hot on his trail.

Brinnngggg!

The school bell rang, signaling that it was time for dismissal. Kara, the boy's sister, sighed in frustration. She'd been following him around all day, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Kara was just about to go get her car from the parking lot, when she heard the sound of a body being slammed against a locker.

"Hey, Soprano boy, sing any good songs lately?" a boy taunted before he slammed Kara's brother onto a locker. He was tall and had an athletic build, with a gang of cronies wearing letterman jackets behind him.

"Just leave me alone, Tristan. I have to get to archery practice." the boy responded, trying to push his way though the sea of bullies. Tristan and his buddies laughed, "Look at this, dork thinks he's some kind of Green Arrow."

"No I just-" he was cut off by Tristan, who silenced him by striking him in his abdomen, the force sending him backwards into the lockers. He groaned in pain before Tristan started to repeatedly punch and kick him.

"Leave him alone!" Kara had seen enough. She couldn't stand the fact that these jerks were picking on her brother.

"Kara…what are you-" Tristan kicked him again, shutting him up in the process. "Shut it, choir boy. Now, babe, you know this loser?"

"Yeah, he's my brother and he's not a loser."

"Hmm," Tristan whispered a few lines to his buddies, which was only identified later as 'take her down when I give the mark'. "Well, usually, my friends and I are above beating up hot chicks, but since you seem to be fond of him," he pointed to her brother, who had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I'll make an exception." at that, Tristan's friends pounced on her, not even giving Kara a chance to strike, as Tristan continued to repeatedly strike the boy.

The boy, Dustin, had had enough. It was one thing to beat him up, but his sister, no way. He couldn't think, his mind was clouded, icy, cold fury blazed through his body. He didn't know what had happened, but wisps of cobalt mist spurted from his mouth, he felt cold all over, pressure built up in his stomach. Tristan and his friends stopped attacking the two siblings as an aura of icy cobalt surrounded him, his eyes also submerged in blue.

Dustin shut his eyes tight, the cold, the pressure in his stomach, the after effect of Tristan's beating, those jerks beating up his sister, him not being able to defend her, too much, it was all too much. He just wanted it all to end, he willed himself to get up, to try and help Kara, but he couldn't. He just wanted it all to end, and as if on cue, the pressure that was building in his stomach stopped for a split second before a cold sensation overtook him, making him shudder violently before the weight of unconsciousness overtook him.

If he hadn't have passed out, he would've seen that the entire east wing of the school was encased with crystal ice, except for him and Kara, who was looking over at her unconscious brother, who was pale and shivering, surprise, concern and a bit fear etched on her features.

-Xavier Institute-

Charles Xavier had been having a long day. He'd just gotten back from student conferences at Bayville High for Scott and Jean, and he got home to find Cerebro blaring in his study. The Professor wheeled himself to his mutant tracker and placed his helmet on before Cerebro started to identify the signature.

Mutant Signature Detected

Scan Complete, Identity Confirmed

Name: Dustin DiLaurentis

Age:14

Residence: Queens, New York

Powers: Cryokinesis, Flight, Invisibility, and Intangibility, all of which are sub-abilities related to prime ability: Ghost Mimicry

"New mutant, Professor?" Scott asked with Jean right behind him.

"Yes, Scott."

"When are we recruiting him?" Jean questioned.

"Tomorrow morning. We can take the X-van, since he lives within the area. Storm should be back from visiting her nephew tonight, so I'll explain the situation to her. And as for you two, I'm assuming you have homework…" Xavier trailed off, leaving the two mutant teens to catch on to his meaning. They left with a couple of nods and 'bye, Professor's', leaving the bald man alone.

-DiLaurentis House, The Next Day-

Dustin woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes, the delicious aroma making his stomach rumble. He groaned and turned over in his bed, memories of yesterday filling his mind. Kara! What had happened to Kara? Was she okay? Where was she? Why did he pass out? Was something wrong with him? Questions clouded his already foggy mind. He checked the clock, 10:17 a.m. it read.

Dustin bolted from his bed. It was already Saturday. He'd been passed out for nineteen hours. Not bothering to put on a pair of pants, he ran downstairs, hoping someone would shed some light on his questions. What he didn't expect was to see four people he didn't know conversing with his mom, dad, and sister and eating the pancakes he'd smelled earlier. The oldest of the four seemed to be a bald man in a wheelchair, he had a light skin tone, and looked to be about fifty or so. A woman sat next to him. She was beautiful, with chocolate skin, long, wavy, stark white hair, and cerulean blue eyes. It seemed to be an exotic combination to Dustin, but none the less, an attractive one.

Two teenagers sat across from each other. One was a girl. She also had long, wavy, ruby red hair, emerald eyes, and slightly tanned, light skin. The boy across from her had a similar skin tone, but his was a bit lighter. He had short brown hair and he wore a pair of sunglasses that matched the teenaged girl's hair.

At the sound of Dustin's footsteps, everyone at the table looked up to see him at the foot of the stairs, clad in nothing but a pair of boxers.

Mr. and Mrs. DiLaurentis looked at their son, their eyes clearly saying, "Put on a pair of pants, sweetie. We have guests." Kara was just silently chuckling, the amusement on her face showed that she was enjoying his embarrassment way too much. The 'guests' just looked down at their plates, careful not to make eye contact with the scantily clad boy.

Dustin quickly assessed the situation and made his way up the stairs with record speed, his cheeks red. Mr. DiLaurentis cleared his throat loudly, "Well, that's our son. As you know, he had rough day yesterday, so he's a little…disoriented. Please excuse him."

"Oh, I assure you, it's quite alright. Young Dustin has indeed had a rough day. Actually, that's just why I'm here. Do you recall me asking to discuss yesterday's events regarding your son's school?"

Mrs. DiLaurentis nodded, "Yes, apparently, the east wing of the school was incased in ice and ten boys were sent to the hospital. The police have no idea what could've caused it."

"I believe your daughter knows what happened." Kara visibly flinched under everyone's gaze.

"Kara, what does he mean?" her father asked.

She sighed, silently praying that Dustin would forgive her for this. "Dustin did it." she saw her parents begin to open their mouths to try and formulate questions. "And I don't know how he did it, but I know that he did, if that makes any sense."

No one said anything for a while and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of the shower jets powering up, and one could only assume that the youngest member of the household was taking a shower. Seeing that the silence was going nowhere, the Professor spoke up, "I know this is confusing for you, but let me explain. As you all know, human genetics play a large part in the development of humans. But there is a rare genetic trait I labeled the 'X-gene'. It allows whoever possesses it to naturally acquire superhuman abilities which manifest at the onset of puberty." he explained.

Mr. DiLaurentis was the first to get over his shock. He knew what the Professor was insinuating, but he wanted to hear him say it. "What exactly does Dustin have to do with this?"

"I'm trying to say that your son has the X-gene. He's a mutant." he said calmly.

'A mutant.' that statement echoed through the minds of the family. They didn't say anything for awhile, but Xavier didn't mind. It was a lot to take in. The silence continued until Dustin once again came bounding down the stairs, fully clothed this time. He looked around the breakfast table. His family had a mix of expressions on their faces, and their guests were calmly waiting for them to say something. Dustin studied all of them and he came to a realization.

"I missed something, didn't I?"

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