A/N: Hey everyone! It's me again, bluelizard91! If you've never read my stuff before, then welcome aboard! If you have read my stuff, then you're probably wondering why I'm starting a new story when I don't even have five chapters on my first story yet. Well, I was watching X-Men: Evolution again and I decided to look up some of the original comics and stuff. I found a good site, and when I was reading the character biographies I came across one that practically yelled "Write a fanfic about me!" Once the idea got in my head, it wouldn't go away. It just wouldn't leave me alone, I tell you! (Grrrrr) So, long story short, here's an XM:E story with a character from the original comics thrown in, just to see how it would turn out. Oh, and there will be at least one OC in this story, so if that annoys you for some reason you should turn back now. If you want to know what happens, well, here's Chapter 1! The story is kind of slow right now, but it is only the beginning…

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or any other franchise that may make an appearance in this story. I only own this plot and idea. Seriously, if I did own the X-Men, why would I bother putting this story up on a fanfiction site when I could make it canon and get some money from it?

Chapter 1

It was a warm spring night in the city, with a small breeze blowing around last year's dead leaves and random litter. There was a half moon hanging among the stars in the sky, which were partially dimmed by a patchy cloud cover and the glare of streetlights. The sidewalks were largely empty, but even though rush hour had come and gone the city was far from quiet. There were some people still on the streets, going out to dinner or doing late night shopping. A school bus pulled into the parking lot of the high school, probably carrying students to an evening sports event.

In a residential area not far from the high school, a young man walked alone, passing a few apartments and small office buildings as he looked for a certain alleyway. He found the spot he was looking for and ducked between two brick buildings. The alley wasn't more than ten feet across, and decorated with graffiti here and there. A couple of large trashcans stood against one building. The young man stood still for a moment, absently shifting his backpack and letting his eyes adjust to the darkness in the alley. Speaking of which, the alley seemed better lit than usual…

"Oi, Joseph! I've been waiting for you, mate!" A cheery British voice spoke near the trashcans. The figure of a man rose up from where he had been sitting on the ground, shining a small flashlight on the man called Joseph. Joseph gave a small smile.

"Hey, David," he responded. "How did it go?"

David shrugged at Joseph's question.

"Eh, I guess I could have gone about it differently. I kind of sprung it on my sister out of the blue, but she already saw it coming…"

"Really? How do you mean?" Joseph asked, somewhat concerned. David waved his hand dismissively.

"Oh, nothing much. It just so happens that Emma has a 'special gift', too. She's a telepath and she knew about my 'special gift' ever since it first showed up."

"A telepath?" Joseph was surprised, yet the idea of David's older sister being a telepath made sense. The few times that he had met Emma she had always seemed to know exactly what was on his mind. Joseph had just assumed that she was the type who knew how to read people like a book.

"Yeah, a bit on the scary side, isn't it?" David was saying. "It would explain why she never fell for any of my pranks when I was younger," he mused. David was silent for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Well, since I'm a bloke who does weird shadow stuff and we know that Emma's a telepath, what about you? Do you have any 'special gifts' that I don't know about?"

Joseph was taken aback by David's question. He had been hiding the truth on purpose because he didn't fully understand it himself, but he wasn't going to keep lying about it now that he had been asked. Joseph reached into his pocket and took out a few coins. He concentrated for a moment and the coins levitated out of his hand, hovering in the air. David stared at the pieces of metal as they hovered in the beam of his flashlight.

"Wow…you can move stuff around with your mind? Telekinesis?"

"No, I can only control metal for some reason."

David thought for a moment.

"Hmm. Magnetism, probably…If that's the case you might have some control over electricity as well…"

"Really? But isn't that different from magnetism?" Joseph asked.

"Electricity and magnetism can be separate in some circumstances. However, the phenomena associated with lightning and magnets are both caused by electromagnetism. Just think of it like two sides of the same coin, alright?" David gave a wry chuckle at his own wordplay.

Joseph nodded, somehow holding back a frustrated sigh. David's family was quite rich, owing to his father's time as CEO of his own company. As such, both David and his sister had a very good education, and David was always willing to explain something that Joseph had questions about. This happened rather often because Joseph didn't have many chances at decent schooling, due to being homeless. He had been living on the streets for as long as he could remember, which really wasn't very long at all.

Joseph was pulled from his thoughts by an odd noise in the distance. The coins that he was still levitating dropped and bounced off his hand, landing on the concrete with tiny, metallic clicking sounds. David had heard the odd noise too: a sort of whooshing sound, further down the street from their position. Before Joseph could ask what it was, a huge gust of wind blew past, scattering litter and…overturning cars? Did those windows and streetlights just shatter? The wind left just as quickly as it had come, and in the momentary silence, David spoke.

"If I didn't know better, I would say that kid just made a sonic boom…" He paused, and face palmed in self annoyance. "Wait, what am I talking about? I'm a bloke who does weird shadow stuff, my sister can read peoples' minds, and you can make pocket change fly around! Why shouldn't the kid be making a sonic boom?"

"That was a person?" Joseph asked in surprise. David nodded.

"When I'm using my shadow power I can make myself move really fast," he explained. "I've sort of trained myself to see the details of my target faster, because otherwise I end up missing it completely and making a general fool of myself. Listen, the kid's coming back!"

Yes, Joseph could hear the whooshing sound again. Someone gave a cocky shout, and sure enough, the wind gusted past again. This time Joseph just glimpsed a person wearing some sort of aqua colored uniform. David quickly stepped forward and peeked out of the alley, waiting. Joseph stepped up beside him.

"What are you doing?" Joseph asked.

"What's the biggest object that you've ever affected with your magnetism?" David asked.

Joseph blinked. "A pickup truck, for sure. Why?"

"So, you wouldn't have any trouble with those trash cans?"

"I don't see why I would…" Joseph replied slowly.

"See if you can use those to slow this kid down or something," David cut him off. "Quick, here he comes!"

Before Joseph could think, the aqua blur appeared again…and levitated in the air just across from the alley. It was a skinny high school aged boy with short silver hair, and he kicked at the air in protest. Whatever was happening, he certainly wasn't hovering in midair because he wanted to.

"Whoa! Hey, what's going on?" The silver haired boy demanded of no one in particular, and promptly began spinning in the air. The wind picked up again, this time moving like a tornado. The silver haired youth laughed in that cocky way again.

"Hold on to this, baby!" He yelled to no one that Joseph could see. "It's twister time!"

"I think you mean TACKLE time, mate!" David yelled, at the same time rushing forward. He took a running leap at the odd twister, and a black shadowy aura appeared around him, mysterious and empowering. The silver haired youth in aqua clothing had enough time to give a surprised shout before David slammed into him, knocking him out of the air and pinning him down on the pavement.

"Hey! Where did you come from? Get off me!" The silver haired youth yelled in protest. "Who do you think you are, anyway!?"

"I'm the bloke you don't want to tangle with, and you have several hundred dollars worth of property damages on your hands!" David grabbed the youth by the front of his uniform and lifted him up, his feet once again kicking uselessly at the air.

"Why do you care? You don't own this town!" The silver haired youth demanded angrily.

"No, but my sister and I live on this street, and I'm seriously considering making you buy new windows for our house and putting all of them in by yourself!"

"You'll have to catch me first!"

David opened his mouth to say that he had already caught him, and the silver haired youth in aqua snapped his leg forwards, aiming to kick David in the face. David managed to parry the kick with his free hand, because his shadow power granted him a momentary boost in speed. However, he ended up losing his grip on the youth's uniform. The silver haired boy darted out of David's reach and began running circles around him, literally. David gave a surprised yelp, as he found himself literally lifted off his feet by the wind that the silver haired youth was generating from his speed.

"Ha ha! What are you gonna do now, buddy?" The silver haired youth taunted David.

"I'm glad you asked, Twinkle Toes!" David replied with a smirk, still in the air. He curled up his arms and legs, building up energy. With a short yell, David snapped out his arms and legs, releasing his shadowy aura with the force of a small explosion. The silver haired youth was thrown off his feet and landed hard on his behind at least thirty feet away. Wincing, the youth scrambled to stand up again.

Joseph quickly turned back towards the trash cans and reached out with both hands, focusing. The trash can lids rose into the air and floated beside him. Using one hand to guide each one separately, Joseph swept one arm through the air to send a lid shooting out of the alley.

The silver haired youth gave another surprised shout as he tripped over the trash can lid, sprawling face first on the pavement. He scurried to get away, rather stunned by the fact that he had been knocked off his feet three times in the past two minutes. He was forced to quickly roll out of the way as David fell to the ground in the absence of the youth's impromptu twister.

Joseph, still standing in the alley, doubled his focus and guided the trash can lid towards the silver haired youth again. The youth finally jumped to his feet and threw out his arms to deflect the flying piece of metal, but he didn't notice the other one swooping down on him from behind. He was hit square on the back of the head and crumpled to the ground, again, like a wet noodle. Joseph lowered the trash can lids to the ground, relaxing his focus. He dashed out of the alley and knelt down beside David on the ground.

"David, are you all right?" He asked worriedly. David muttered some unkind words and something about 'good form' before replying.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But I'm still going to make that kid pay for the new windows."

"Is everyone okay?"

Joseph looked up to see three people approaching, all wearing odd uniforms. There was a tall brown haired man with a red colored visor across his eyes and a large yellow X design on the front of his uniform. There was a young lady with long red hair, who wore a uniform with a lime green triangular shape on the front that stretched from the collar all the way down the front, accentuating her figure. The last person was an African-American youth with short bleached blonde hair and a plain black uniform with red pads on the shoulders that sported a black X design. It was the girl who had asked the question.

"Eh? Yeah, I'm fine," David said in reply. "But who are you?"

"We'll explain later," The tall brown haired man said. "Right now, we have a petty criminal to deal with."

"Oh yeah, that bloke," David muttered, shooting an annoyed glare at the silver haired youth who was beginning to wake up.

Joseph stood up and focused again, levitated the trash can lids once more. He frowned in effort, and tore each trash can down the middle, getting four pieces of metal to work with. He quickly wrapped the metal pieces around the silver haired youth, two around his upper body to pin his arms down, and two around his shins and ankles so he couldn't run anymore.

"Huh?-What are you doing?" The silver haired youth protested as he became fully awake and saw the metal pieces around himself. He struggled against the metal, and it began to give way somewhat. Joseph focused again, holding the metal down without hurting the youth so it couldn't be moved any further.

"I can't get loose! I can't get loose!" The silver haired youth cried, almost desperately. The African-American boy walked over and looked down at the silver haired youth.

"Not so fast now, are you Quicksilver?" He asked with a smirk. The silver haired youth, apparently Quicksilver, glared at him for a moment, then smirked victoriously.

"Yeah? Well good for you Daniels, you still can't prove that I had anything to do with getting you in trouble, can you?"

"Ooh, sounds like a challenge," the boy called Daniels taunted and pulled out a small tape recorder. "I got it all right here. Check this out."

The African-American youth pressed a button to play a recording of Quicksilver's voice.

"Actually, yeah. Yeah, I trashed those lockers. What, you gonna do something about it?"

Quicksilver looked surprised, then defiant, but said nothing. David walked over and smiled amusedly at the situation.

"Yeah, you really got burned there, Twinkle Toes."

"Shut up," Quicksilver snapped. David simply grinned mischievously. The tall brown haired man came forward and gave the African-American youth a good natured slap on the shoulder.

"Good move, dude. Looks like some of that training did pay off."

"Hey, I had a good teacher, didn't I?"

The brown haired man turned towards David and Joseph, but before he could speak police sirens sounded in the distance, approaching quickly. The three teens in the odd uniforms tensed for a moment, and David spoke up.

"You chaps go ahead, I'll deal with the police."

"Are you sure?" The brown haired man asked. David waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, I'll only tell them what they need to hear. Just leave the tape recorder with me for now, all right?"

"Uh, sure," the African-American youth conceded and handed David the tape recorder. David took it, and the three teens hurried into the alley where David and Joseph had been before. David turned to Joseph.

"You go on with them, mate. I'll catch up later."

"All right…" Joseph replied uncertainly, and followed the others. As he moved towards the alley, he couldn't help feeling that his life was about to change completely.

A/N: Bleh, that ending is so rushed, but I don't feel like changing it 'cause the chapter is plenty long enough already…Oh well. Anyway, like I said in the summary, if you know your X-Men then you probably already have a hunch where I'm going to take Joseph's story. And David Frost is my sort-of OC for this story. The shadow power he uses is the Dark Matter power from the X-Men: Destiny game. As for David's characterization, well, that's from TheCaptainofDave's walkthrough and commentary of the game on Youtube. That's easily one of the funniest commentaries I've come across, if for no other reason than Dave's British accent. I'm not trying to be racist or anything, the British accent is just kind of funny for my American ears to listen to. And British or not Dave's commentary is still hilarious! "FALCON PUNCH! I just fell off the edge!" LOL LOL LOL! Yeah, anyway...see you all in the next chapter!