A/N: This story will mainly revolve around the new mutants, while it takes place right after the Cauldron. The first chapters will explain how each of the new recruits made it to the X-men. It is slightly AU because even though the story follows at the beginning of the second season, the new mutants will be shown a great deal more, and will participate in a lot of things like the X-men. Each recruit will have about equal showing, since it's about them.

Please read and review, and say what you liked or didn't like. Also, any tips or questions are welcomed.

Mutant Dreams...

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While many were getting their sleep, Charles Xavier was up and awake, as he wheeled in the main elevator of his mansion.

The powerful telepath waited patiently as the elevator opened, and then he continued on through the lower basement levels.

A few moments later, he stopped in front a scanning device, as well as a uniquely shaped door. A computer voice stated his name with a quick eye scan, and then the door opened.

The vast room that Charles entered housed the powerful mutant-tracking device known as Cerebro. It had recently been rebuilt with more enhancements and advancements, giving Charles more access and a wider range of detection. And right now, there were a few things catching his attention.

As Charles slipped on the headset, he started up the powerful machine, concentrating briefly.

"There are: 4 new mutant signatures." A computer voice stated, as a screen popped up just beyond Cerebro. Charles gazed at it, checking each of the new mutant signatures.

"Robert Drake; Boston, Massachusetts; age 16. Jubilation Lee; L.A., California; age 15. Samuel Guthrie; Cumberland, Kentucky; age 16. Raymond Crisp; New York City, New York; age 16."

Once Cerebro finished, Charles sighed and placed the head set back onto the console.

"This was much easier when it was one at a time," whispered the tired mutant, as he turned and exited Cerebro. He knew he would need all of his students to reach each of these new recruits. But he decided he'd wait till the morning and let his students sleep. It was important that they would be well rested before they leave. Charles just hoped he could reach the mutants and convince them that his dream was important.

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"Thanks Bobby, I had a great time."

"Yeah, me too. Uh, I'll call you."

"That'd be great," whispered Sandy as she touched Bobby's cheek warmly. Then she exited the house, leaving Bobby standing still with a bright smile. It was a great feeling, something that had become uncommon to him since his "change".

It was the hot summertime, and even though Bobby was sweating, he still felt a cooling sensation. Quietly peeling off his T-shirt, Bobby stared at himself in the living room mirror. He looked pretty normal. His upper body was muscularly toned and he was sweating. But then he did something that was totally abnormal. With concentration, ice started to form over his chest, then his arms, and then his whole upper body, as well as his face.

Bobby Drake was staring at a stranger in the mirror, or so he thought. Whatever he was, there was something different about him.

The ice disappeared a moment later by his own concentration. His parents didn't know, which Bobby felt was a good thing. How would they feel if their son was a walking icicle?

"Ahhh!! Get away from me!!" A voice screamed from outside, catching Bobby's attention.

"Sandy!" He shouted, recognizing the scream as he bolted outside.

Three thugs were trapping Bobby's girlfriend between themselves. All three guys looked tough, but Bobby was sure he could handle one of them. But three?

He didn't want to risk getting over powered and not being able to Sandy. As the three guys closed in on her, Bobby finally felt he had no choice. Even if he exposed himself as some ice creature, at least he would be saving Sandy.

"Aw come on, we just want to play," muttered one of the thugs to Sandy as he grabbed Sandy's arm, unknown to him that Bobby was right behind him.

"Let her go!!" Bobby ordered, emitting an icy blast from his palms. The thug was suddenly encased in ice, rendering him slightly immobile. Sandy screeched as she pried her arm from the thug's hand, backing away into the other two thugs. They hardly noticed her.

"What the hell?! He just tossed ice from his hand!!"

"And covered Rock in it!! I ain't sticking around this freak!!"

Both thugs gave Bobby horrified looks, and then turned and fled. Sandy was frozen on the spot with fear.

"Are you alright?" Bobby asked kindly, as he reached his hand out to Sandy.

"What the hell do you think?!" She screeched, and slapped Bobby's hand away. "Is this one of your stupid pranks?!"

"No, it's not a prank", mumbled Bobby, as he hung his head down. Sandy was caught up in between total fear, pity, and love.

Neither teen spoke to each other. The thug still trapped by the ice was struggling.

"Wait till I get my hands on you punk!!" He threatened, but Bobby simply ignored him. Instead, he clenched a tight fist, and smashed the ice to pieces.

Instead of following through with his threat, the now freed punk started to back away in fear.

"You're a monster, and I'm going to get the whole town to take you down!!"

Bobby watched the thug take off, and then quickly retreated back toward his house.

"Where are you going?" Sandy asked quickly, a little annoyed but a little sincere.

"That thug knows where I live. If I don't get outta here, my family will be in danger. If I'm on the move, it will be a lot easier to defend myself."

"But...uh, when did you get these, um..." Sandy trailed off.

"Powers? I just discovered I had them about a week ago. I haven't told my parents or anyone. But now that cat's out of the bag, and I know how people would react to this kind of thing."

"But where will you go?"

Bobby gave here a forlorn expression.

"I don't know", replied Bobby quietly, before turning towards his door.

"Bobby?" Sandy asked, causing him to turn around. She placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. Bobby couldn't help but smile. Sandy moved her hand down his bare chest and then into his pocket. Then she separated, and took off.

Bobby stared dumbfounded, sad that the blissful moment was over. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill from Sandy. He was about to call after her and say he couldn't take it, but she was gone.

With a sigh, Bobby placed the bill back into his pocket, and quickly entered his house.

His parents were out, so Bobby moved quickly. He picked up his T-shirt off the ground, and slipped it on as he moved into his bedroom. A moment later he was stuffing a muscle shirt and jeans into a duffle bag. He had to pack light, so he settled with another muscle shirt with torn off sleeves and some cargo pants.

Quickly, he snatched a family picture off his dresser, stuffed it in the bag, and retreated to the kitchen.

Once he finished writing a note, Bobby was locking the front door outside with a key.

"There he is!" Someone yelled behind him. Bobby didn't even turn to look, as he took off down the sidewalk. Listening to the footsteps, he figured there were probably maybe five people chasing him. But he was going in the direction he wanted, towards the bridge.

A medium sized creek flowed close to Bobby's house, and just in case he had to, Bobby would jump into the water and retreat.

After a minute of running, he was at the bridge, now being pursed by a car though. It didn't matter to him; all Bobby needed to do was escape.

But just as he made it to the bridge, the car swerved very close to him, and screeched to a halt; blocking his path. The five chasers behind him stopped as well.

Bobby moved toward the railing of the bridge, ready to jump. But he waited to long as he angrily eyed his pursuers.

One of them reached out, as he was about to hop the railing. A hand snatched a fistful of his T-shirt, halting him on the railing. The duffle bag dropped from his hands though, splashing into the creek.

Bobby yanked back forcefully, trying to break free. Another man grabbed his shoulder to keep him from moving. But Bobby elbowed the guy, and leaned back. His T-shirt started to rip apart. Finally, with another yank, half of his T-shirt tore off, enabling him to dive into the creek. That left his chasers with only a ripped piece of his T-shirt.

But the group hopped onto the bank, and started to chase after Bobby, as he made it to the shore. Quickly tearing off the rest of his T-shirt, Bobby froze it solid, and tossed it like a projectile. It smashed into two guys, but hardly stopped the group in general.

They continued to chase him, as the teen mutant continued sprinting down the banks. Sweat and water where dripping down his face as he ran. His soggy sneakers were slowing him, so Bobby kicked them off, now running bare foot.

He gained a little more distance with less clothing, but he would tire out eventually.

Making a quick decision, Bobby leapt into the bushes, hoping to evade his chasers better or maybe lose them completely.

But as he moved through thorny bushes and sticks, it seemed Bobby was the one slowing. He made it into a clearing, after suffering small slashes on his chest, arms, and legs from the all the vines. Through exhaustion, Bobby tried to keep moving, but the mob behind him was close.

Suddenly he tripped on a large log, and slammed his shoulder into a tree. As he dropped to the ground in pain, a few of his chasers laughed mockingly. Bobby rubbed his hurt shoulder, and tried to scoot backwards through the mud and leaves, and finally rested his back against the tree. Now covered in slashes, with mud sliding down his upper body, and dirt clouding his pants, Bobby sighed with fatigue. Thankfully his shoulder was injured too badly, but he was still trapped now.

The three thugs from before were standing in front of him, as well as a man with a shotgun, another man with a pitchfork, and two other men with wooden planks.

"What...do you want?" Bobby whispered slowly, as he glared up at the men.

"We're protecting the town, freak! We can't let some ice shooting guy roam the streets!" The man with the pitchfork answered.

"What should we do with him?" The man with the shotgun asked as he jabbed Bobby with his weapon.

"Let's just beat some sense into him. Yeah, that might do him some good." One of the tugs answered, advancing on Bobby.

"Stay away from me, you assholes!!" Bobby ordered angrily.

"Oh, he's got a mouth and an attitude too," stated one of the men with the wooden planks.

Bobby leered at them, and placed his palms in front of himself. Crystal blue energy glowed in his palms, and he was ready to ice the whole lot of men in front of him. A few of the men backed off.

"Don't try to scare us," shouted the man with the pitchfork as he got ready to swing it at Bobby.

Something suddenly tore through the ground between Bobby and his attackers, sending a cloud of dirt into the men. Bobby barely noticed a red beam through the dirt cloud. Whatever had just happened, it had helped him.

Bobby scampered up onto his feet, and started to escape. But the man with the pitchfork swung wildly through the dirt cloud, catching Bobby in the side. Bobby fell to his knees, and quickly put a hand over the three slashes on his side that were already starting to bleed.

The pitchfork man found Bobby on the ground, and tried to swing again, but it stopped. The pitchfork looked like it was frozen in place. It was being held by an unseen force as the man tried to move it.

Now Bobby took off again, only to find two people about his age standing in front of him.

There was a guy; tall, with brown hair, and strange ruby colored shades. The girl next to him had long, bright red hair, and was tall as well. Both seemed like they wanted to help Bobby, but his trust level was on the fritz now.

"Who are you people?!" Bobby demanded as he stared at them.

"We're here to help you," whispered the girl kindly.

"You're like us, a mutant," added the shades guy.

Bobby immediately turned around to check on his attackers, whom were all moving towards him. But the girl simply walked past Bobby, and closed her eyes as she placed her fingers on her temples.

"Are you crazy?!" Bobby asked wildly, as he watched the girl. Oddly though, all the attackers stopped and started to look around in a daze.

"I'm going to forget. I'm going to walk away." The men stated, and then they started to walk off in a trance.

"How?" Bobby was at a loss of words as he stared at the girl.

"We're like you. We had powers too." The guy answered. "I'm Scott Summers and this is Jean Grey. Please, listen to what we have to say."

Bobby didn't feel like he had a choice, plus, these people did save him.

"Sure," mumbled Bobby as he moved through the bushes and checked along the banks of the creek. Sure enough, the guys who'd chased him were gone. He found his duffle bag though, since it was in the creek on a rock. So Bobby waded into the creek and pulled it out. Scott and Jean waited on the bank behind him.

"So will you consider it?" Jean asked finally as Bobby rummaged through his soaked bag, and pulled out one of his muscle shirts with then enlarged sleeve holes. If he was going home, he at least needed to hide his injuries a little. The soaked shirt grafted to his body, clinging to his upper body. But it was white and wet, so it was see through against his upper body, which didn't hide the slashes. Plus the blood was already starting to soak through.

"Will I have to tell my parents?" Bobby asked quietly. Both Scott and Jean nodded.

"There's other people like us back at our home, and there's a man who can help you." Scott insisted.

"Is this place nice, like a mansion?"

Both Scott and Jean nodded with smiles. Bobby smirked, and stood up.

"I still need to patch myself up, but I'd like to join this place. What's it like?"

"We'll tell you all about it," answered Jean, as the three started to make their way to the bridge.

It was a great feeling for Bobby, knowing that there were others like him and people wanted to help him. Now he just had to convince his parents. And maybe this place would be great after all.

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And that was Bobby's beginning, mostly like his comic book origin. Next up is Jubilee. Please review.