Hey this is a prologue to my first story and I figured I might as well get all the pre-story babble over with up front. I'm writing here to actually practice writing before I start for real so this is just me sorting out kinks, of which there may be a lot. Most of my planned stories are serious in nature and aren't really out there or weird, but I did have one weird tale I wanted to tell before I get serious. Despite how much I hate crossovers (they are almost all cheesy, poorly written or complete garbage) my first story is going to be one. It is really just my attempt to put several random characters that have caught my interest: Fiona from Supernormal Step, the Denizens from Sequential Art, and x-men evolution (I was going to do main stream X-men but it is not quite light-hearted enough for what I am trying to do). Well, my babble is over and on to the story.

P.S. I do not own Supernormal Step, Sequential Art, or X-men Evolution.

Prologue

Fiona was tossed off of her hover bike and faceplanted in the mud ten feet away. Getting up she spat out mud and swore.

"Okay so maybe driving through portal was a bad idea"

Remembering the portal she grabbed the control out of her pocket and clicked the big red button in the middle. The circle hanging in the air shrunk into nothingness revealing the forest behind it. She stuffed the control in her pocket and righted her bike. The hover bike hung suspended about eight inches off the ground and sat there even though the ignition was off. Fiona then reached in one of the side compartments of the bike and brought out a handheld GPS.

"So, I'm in New Hampshire" she said to herself, "guess that's better than I expected"

When Halt had told her about how the portal worked she had half expected to end up at the bottom of the Marina Trench. She sighed and put up the GPS. She wondered what exactly Halt, Van, and the others were doing. Jim had refused to come home until his curse was fixed, especially when Halt explained that any magic whatever they had accumulated during their time on "interesting Earth" as Jim called it would carry back over to "boring Earth". To be fair turning into a stuffed bunny rabbit every time you did a bad deed would stick out pretty badly in a place where a four-legged chicken made national news.

Speaking of sticking out a wheeless motorcycle wasn't exactly something you saw every day. She gave a frustrated sigh; she now had to relearn again how to fit in somewhere she wasn't used to anymore. The past three years had certainly been interesting but she was personally glad to be somewhere where super powered street fights weren't regular occurrences.

She drove the bike parallel to the road until she came upon a garage. She left her bike in a gully in the forest and went down to the store.

"What can I do for ya?", the lady behind the counter asked.

"Could I get two 180/55VB18 motorcycle tires and two wheel-to-body joints?" Fiona replied

"Bad accident?" The lady inquired.

"Something like that" was all Fiona said.

The older lady rang up the order which Fiona paid in cash and then grabbed the requested parts which Fiona picked up with ease.

"You need some help with all that?" The woman inquired.

"No, I got it"

Fiona pretended to struggle with the load until out of sight and stopped acting and easily hauled the load to her bike. At the bike she welded the joints to the correct positions on the bike using a green flame emitted from her finger. Then she hooked up the tires and stood back to scorn her work. The tires were way out of the hover sockets as she couldn't block those and so looked like some idiot had tried to make a high-roller motorcycle.

"Oh, well it'll do", she mumbled to herself before hopping on and taking the now bumpy road to the highway.

Once there she headed south with the intent to head to New York. She had traveled for about an hour when she realized she was hungry and pulled over in little town whose massive sign that boasted that Little Moose was the home of the finest flapjacks south of Canada. She walked into a diner and ordered a huge plate of pancakes and ignores the waitress's funny looks at her large order and small body, her new increase in metabolism made her serving sizes rather disproportional. While waiting for her order she watched the silent television at the corner of the room. Her interest was suddenly caught by a video that looked like it belonged back in Van's dimension: a number of figures, most human-looking but some not were having a fight with laser eye-beams, spikes, lightning bolts, exploding playing cards, ext. The subtitles gave some commentary.

"Yesterday's battle between the X-men and the "Mutant Acolytes" left fourteen blocks of downtown Albany ravaged. Only the timely appearance of S.H.I.E.L.D. and MRD force prevented the fight from spreading any further. This and other incidents where mutants, either by accident or purpose, cause massive amounts of damage have caused an uproar among property owners. In Bayville there is a movement by many concerned parents to bar students from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters from attending Bayville High. More on that story later."

"Great," Fiona muttered, "I finally get home and all the bad parts of crazy world have popped up while I was gone."

She ate her meal completely putting to shame a 270 lb. trucker at the bar. Then, she asked the waitress if there was an internet café or something around town to which the waitress said there were a few public terminals at the truck stop. After paying her tab Fiona went to said truck stop and paid for an hour of use. She looked up news headlines for the past three years and was given a shock. Israel blowing the hell out of Iran's nuclear system was not surprising nor was the two earthquakes that had hit San Francisco. What did catch her attention was how recent the mutants had appeared, a little less than two years ago, and already the world had turned upside down. There had been three pieces of legislation passed in less than two months regarding what to do with the rapidly expanding mutant population. Most were being sent to old prisons or asylums where they would hopefully gain control over their abilities, but about 10% managed to get diverted to this Xavier's School that was in the news so much. Tired, Fiona looked up her mother Helen Day but could not find her in any address finder. She tried a family tracker and found out that her mother had remarried and her last name was now Strauslebrokor. Fiona laughed at the memory of her mother saying how convenient their last name was. She used a pay phone to call the number on the site and was greeted by a gravelly male voice.

"Hello," he seemed to growl.

"Uh… is Helen there?" Fiona managed to ask

"Who wants to know?"

"This is Fiona Day, her daughter."

"Oh… I'm sorry."

"That's alright I just need to talk to her."

"No…I'm sorry that you didn't hear…"

"Hear what?"

"Fiona…your mother died six months ago."

Fiona didn't hear most of what he said after that and simply sat there in shock. She managed to tune back in to hear the man tell her that her brother was at Xavier's School.

"Wait...what?" she exclaimed.

"Your brother, he was transferred to Xavier's School after he knocked down the wall at his school."

Alright, before I go I wanted to make a few notes. First of all, for those of you who have read Supernormal Step you will have noticed that I hijacked the story, messed with the character, and basically took it way into the future and waaay off base. If you are offended I'm sorry. For those of you who have never heard of Supernormal Step, please read it, that will make my life much easier. Remember, this is a prologue, there will be many more characters to come. When chapter 1 comes along I do not know, hopefully soon. You are welcome to leave comments and critiques as long as they will make the story better or give me better writing ideas. Thanks!