This is my first story invoving the X-Men so I hope it goes well. I always strive for accuracy but I haven't seen the whole series so I hope you will forgive me if I make any mistakes. I imagine this takes place early in season 2.

I do not own any version of X-Men but it would be cool if I did!


Prologue

In a small but comfortable dorm room a young woman with long purple hair is sitting at a desk sketching an evening dress. She gazes at it thoughtfully then erases the neckline and redraws it lower. She nods in satisfaction and her cell phone rings.

"Hello Captain"

"Hello to you Betsy. How's my future millionaire of a sister doing today?"

"I'm doing just fine although I don't know about the millionaire part."

"Are you kidding? Someday I'll be sitting front row to see your newest line on the runway."

"Well maybe. How are things for 'Captain Britain'?"

"Alright. I never knew that the police academy would be so easy."

"Just don't hurt anybody."

"So what are you doing this weekend?"

"Let's see" she holds out her free hand and a calendar floats into it "Nothing on the schedule, why?"

"I thought I might come down to see the game with you."

"Oh yeah that is this weekend. Well that would be loads of fun. It's nice talking to you Brian but I need to get back to work."

"Okay; I'll see you on Saturday."

"See you."

She hung up and turned back to her desk but a strange woman was sitting there. She was tall and muscular with blond hair that was almost white and metal armor. But the strangest thing about her appearance was that she had six arms!

"Who are you! How did you get in here?"

"Why don't you just read my mind Miss Braddock? I know you can."

"What…you're from…Oh my God!"

"You're not mistaken Elizabeth. Now that you know why I'm here let's get going."

"I won't…"

…go? But you have no choice." The six armed woman began to dance; Betsy screams for help and suddenly the dorm was empty.

Half a world away, Douglas Ramsey sat upright in bed. He was breathing heavily and sweating slightly. He closed his eyes and ran his hands through his light brown hair trying to make sense of the dream he had awoken from. It had ended with a beautiful purple haired woman being abducted by a six armed alien. It had felt so real; he could read her terror, he could smell the light residue left in the air after they vanished, he even knew that she was Elizabeth Braddock of London, England.

He shook his head and lay back down. "It was just a dream" he told himself aloud "A very realistic dream."

He rolled over and slowly drifted back to sleep. However he couldn't get Elizabeth Braddock out of his head and the next morning he'd remember a purple butterfly weaving in and out of his dreams always asking for help.