Children Of The X

Summary:New Mutants are beginning to appear all over the world. Xavier and Magneto race frantically to recruit them to their respective causes.


Scott Summers, leader of the mutant group known as the X-men, woke up. Yawning, Scott tugged off his sleeping goggles. He shut his eyes tightly as he blindly snatched his glasses from the usual spot, behind the alarm. Putting them on, he slid out of bed, landing heavily on his feet. He tugged on a shirt over his torso and hurried to the bathroom, eager to beat out the new mutants.

Swinging over the bed, he leapt for the door and jogged to the bathroom when all of a sudden. . .

"Hey!" Scott cried out in surprise.

Invisible bonds had formed over his arms and feet. Struggle as he might, he couldn't break free of them.

"Sorry, Scott. Ladies first." Jean Grey called out to the struggling Scott Summers. She flashed a heart-stopping grin that made Scott's heart feel woozy. Not woozy enough, however, to stop any protesting though.

"Hey! JEAN! Let me out! OUT!" Scott shouted in vain.

Suddenly, the pressure was off of his arms and legs and Scott fell to the ground in a heap.

"Aughh! Watch out!" Evan was skateboarding in the hallway on his way to the bathroom. He was forced to ollie over Scott.

"Evan! Get off of your Skateboard!" Scott ordered.

"Sheesh, chill out, man. You're worse than Logan." Evan muttered as he snapped his skate up to

his hands.

Scott grumbled and walked back into his room. Kurt bamfed into his seat at the breakfast table.

Kitty typed excitedly into her laptop. Rogue was still in bed, groggily trying to smash her alarm clock. Jean was brushing her hair. Evan was skateboarding by Scotts car. Logan was training in the Danger Room, Ororo was watering her plants, and Professor X was in Cerebro. All was well in Xaviers Institute for Gifted youngsters.


(Ten minutes later at the breakfast table)

"Good Morning, Bobby."

"Morning, Professor!"

"Say, what's for Breakfast?"

"Darn it, Kurt- Fur all over the place."

"Oh stuff it, Evan"

"Yum Bacon!"

"Ewww How can you eat meat? It's like, so, gross!"

"But it's soo tasty."

"Here ya go, Kitty. Some nice steamin' SAUSAGE"

"Ewwwww! Rogue said-"

"Shut up, Jamie."

"Rogue! I thought you were on my side!"

"You thought wrong, Kitty! Besides, it's payback for when you burned over my 'Coheed and Cambria' cd with 'Hanson'"

"Taylor is cute!"

"He's such a-"

"Porcupine! No spikin' food."

"What? Dude, you so clawed that stack of pancakes!"

"Wanna make somethin' of it, bub?"

". . .no?"

"Didn't think so"

"Ok, team, get in the car or else you're walking to school. I'm leaving in ten minutes!"

"Goodbye, Scott"

"Goodbye, Professor"


Five women, wearing matching black cat-suits, sat in an unlicenced van- receiving instructions over a comm-unit. An Asian woman held a microphone; obviously the leader.

Raika, has your team gotten into position yet?

A voice crackled over the comm unit.

"No, sir. We should get to the specified coordinates in 20 minutes. Any changes in plans?" She replied, in a brisk, no-nonsense voice.

No, simply checking in on your status.

"Well you've got nothing to worry about- we'll bag this kid and get the hell out of here." Raika stated. "This place makes me nervous" She added.

Remember, Raika, your team is not to harm the target in any manner. He's useless to me if he's crippled or damaged in any way.

"I copy, Mr. Essex. I promise that we'll capture Scott Summers unharmed."

Good. Essex Out.


Kurt yawned heavily. Trigonometry had to be his least favorite class. Why would anyone want to bother graphing functions? Definitely not him. Kurt looked over at his friend Evan and was pleased to see that his face showed similar expressions of boredom.

The teacher droned on and on about the sine and cosecant or something. . .Kurt couldn't remember.


Jean scribbled down notes furiously. She loved her AP Art's History class and even had thoughts of becoming a museum curator.

"Back to the 'Luncheon of the Boating Party' by Renoir. Most people interpret this painting to be reflect the happiness and joy which the season of Summer can bring." The teacher, Ms Hill, spoke. "What a lovely season Summer is, after all." She added as an afterthought and a warm smile.

Jean also smiled. Her thoughts turned to summer as well. Summers' spent previously with the boy she loved. . .

(Flashback)

"C'mon, Jean! We don't have long until it's dark!" Scott Summer shouted. He was eleven years old, the same age as Jean.

They were off to get ice cream. Jean always had a chocolate fudge in a plain cone. Scott teased her for her consistency. He liked to eat whatever contained the most ice cream. But Jean would always get the last laugh whenever Scott got a stomach ache.

But not today. They were going to get ice cream and than run to the park and catch fireflies until darkness robbed them of the simple pleasure of being eleven years old.

Jean loved running around like crazy with Scott. She often forgot all of her troubles- like her bothersome telepathic headaches. . .and the fact that she was a gawky, oversized, knobbly-kneed awkward redhead who tripped a lot. Scott didn't care about any of those things. He didn't even care that Jean was taller than him by a good five inches! He just laughed that infectious laugh of his and blew something up with his eye-beams.

Just last week he had zapped Mr. Logan! It was accidental, of course, but that didn't stop Logan from getting upset!

Jean giggled at the memory.

Wolverine was so mad and Scott had this insanely desperate look on his face as he scrambled away to safety in the Professors office.

As she was lost in thought, Scott had snuck behind her and began to mercilessly tickle her into submission. His fingers gently dug into her ribs and she let out a burst of uncontrolled laughter. She fought back and rolled over to escape but Scott had her in to good of a hold and she couldn't get away. They rolled around a bit more in the grass until both children, exhausted, lay onto their backs and watched the clouds, mirroring the retreating suns' light, float by.

"What's with the goofy grin, Jean?" Scott asked as he rolled himself over and propped himself up by his elbows.

"Nuthin', Scott, I'm just thinking about trying some new ice cream is all. . ." She replied, knowing full well that she wouldn't.

"Good lord! Alert the media! Try something new? You? Never!" Scott laughed. "Then let's go, I want some ice cream!"

Scott got up and ran off. Jean followed. Running, running, running. She would run forever by his side.

(End FlashBack)

"Jean? Jean? Hello?" Ms. Hill called out- snapping Jean back to school, back to class, and back to reality.


"Who are these new mutants, Charles? Do you think we could introduce them to our school?" Ororo Munroe, the African weather goddes, asked.

"I don't think that they would need our help, Ororo."Charles Xavier answered "It appears as though they've already gained complete control over their powers."

"How can ya tell, Chuck?" Logan asked.

"Because their have been no examples of actual use of their powers. Most mutants, when their powers first emerge, have accidents with their powers. besides- after I scanned their bio-

signatures- I discovered that they're all well out of puberty. I don't have any names, but I do know that they're all female and they all have alpha class powers."

"D'ya think they're a threat?" Logan asked with a snarl.

"I'm not sure yet, Logan. Before we make any hasty decisions, I believe we should give them the benefit of the doubt and see what they're up to before we engage any preemptive strategies."


Kitty frantically searched for her Calculus text book. She was positive that she had put it into her bookbag. She dumped the contents of said bag onto the ground. Chewing gum wrappers, used lip gloss containers, papers, notes, and other various items fell out of the bag- but her textbook was nowhere to be found. She let out a sigh of frustration and a groan of disbelief. Why did she sign up for this class? She didn't know the answer. She sighed again.

She looked under her desk and found her bag. It was a small victory- but victory nonetheless. She let out a chuckle, upon which a nearby student overheard her and frowned with a lofty and arrogant tone on his face. He let out a disdainful laugh. It was loud and obnoxious and it made Kitty want to slap him. What was his name again? Harry or Raymond. . .Something boring like that. He was always very inquisitive about how high Kitty scored on her tests. He always seemed like he was in competition with her- though only he knew or cared about it.

He tried to act like he was so much better than her by finding where she was weak and regard her disdainfully for it. Kitty took special pride in making sure that all of her scores were higher than his.

Ramone/Harry leaned over and smirked; "Forgot your-" But he was cut off.

"Hey, Kitty! You forgot your textbook. Again, I might add." Scott Summers walked into the room carrying his bag slung over his shoulder and Kitty's book clutched. He sat down in a chair right in front of Raymond/Harry blocking his view of Kitty and grinned. Kitty let out an inaudible sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Scott. I was slightly annoyed by some things here." Kitty replied giving a scathing look behind Scott. He turned around and glared at Ramone/Harry.

Scott grinned again. Ramone/Harry glared at the back of his head.


Remy Lebeau was having the time of his life. As a matter of fact, Remy made a point of having every moment be the time of his life. It certainly made things far more interesting.

While he was supposed to be working for Magneto, as he was currently the highest bidder for Remy's exceptional thieving ability.

But he could take a break every now and then, right? Two months really isn't that long when you think about it.

What was her name again? Erin? Something that started with an 'e'. But all he was concerned with right now was, well, one can only imagine. Remy grinned.


Rogue frowned. Study Hall was so incredibly boring. The sheer bore-osity truly astounded her.

But it had to be better then gym class- which she had with Tabitha. Whenever Tabitha felt like showing up, that is.

Rogue sighed again. She flipped her pencil idly through her fingers.

"Hey hey, Rogue-y Wogue-y!"

Oh no. It was. . .

"Toad meister in da house! Fo Sho!"

Rogue glared. Todd wimpered.

"Never mind?" He nervously giggled.


This was a chapter full of fluff! But fluffy stuff is way cool, non?

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