Disclaimer- For the third time- I. DO. NOT. OWN. X-MEN. Pixie, however, is the sole property of...duh-duhduh-duuuuuuh!...ME!!!

This story is in the Point of view of Pixie. Pixie is 17 years old. Her past isn't revealed until about half-way through the story (not the chapter) so hang in there. Anyway, like I said, Pixie is 17 with pointed, dark green eyes and long dark brown hair (for now). She's lightly tanned and about 5'1". She's just left her gypsy clan when the story begins, which, sorry, won't be explained until later! (Oh, yeah... By the way, this is somewhat of a song-fic, so snippets of my favorite songs will be in it... much love to Evanescence, Linkin Park, Maroon 5, t.A.T.u., Wilson Phillips, Avril Lavine, and many more whose songs appear in my chapters! I have no claim to these songs.)

And so begins the journey of our

Solitary Evanescent...

It was a dark night. No moon shone overhead, no stars twinkled to light my way. But it was just fine with me; I enjoyed the silence and the soft, damp scent of rain on the gentle breeze.

I love the rain. And I love the fact that, I, myself can create it. It isn't the only mutant power I have... but at the moment, it was all that was on my mind.

"Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me... Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story..." -Evanescence, Paper Flowers

The rain began to pour down all around me, matting my hair down and molding my tattered clothes to my body. I know I must've looked a mess, still wearing my gypsy clothes- the cropped white shirt and the long brown ruffled skirt. I was barefoot, and all my belongings were in a threadbare bag on my back.

I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and raised my face to the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder loudly rumbled. I smiled and my heart-rate slowed from its frantic beating- storms were the only thing that brought calm to me.

"Hey, kid, isn't it past your bedtime?" My eyes snapped open. I hadn't heard anyone walk up. In front of me was a scruffy-looking, prickly-faced man gnawing on a toothpick. Beside him was a beautiful woman, who looked to be of mixed race, with white hair and large brown eyes. And beside her was a girl close to my age. Her hair was brown, but with two white streaks in front.

I stood taller and tried to look brave. "What's it to you?"

"We're here to help you." Her beautiful white hair whipped around her beautiful face on a breeze that I hadn't felt, nor created.

A laugh escaped my lips. Help? I was too far gone for help, in any aspect. "I'm only passing through. There's really nothing you can do, thanks."

"We can take you somewhere you'll be safe."

Her voice captivated me. I took a hesitant step toward them, then stopped, coming to my senses. "There is nowhere I'll be safe. If they want to find me, they will."

"Who." It wasn't really a question, more of a demand. I stared at the brown and grey haired girl who said it.

I shook my head. "I don't know. But they're after me and when they want to find me, they will."

"We can protect ya kid. Us and tha rest of tha X-men." The man said.

Did I hear him right? Ex-men? I laughed again. "Doubt it."

"Won't you at least give us a chance?" The white-haired woman said. Her voice was so soothing... Could this be a trick? I studied her face. "A few days, at least... time to rest, clean up, have a few good meals..."

Well, it DID sound promising... "How do I know I can trust you?" I asked, trying to sound as skeptical as possible.

"You'll just have to take that chance. You take chances all the time, am I right?" I was mesmerized by her voice- the voice of the Goddess, Herself... our eyes locked and I took another hesitant step toward her.

"Who are you people?" I asked.

"We are mutants, like you. We belong to a group called the X-men. I am Storm. This is Rogue, and that is Wolverine."

I made a face. "Are those... your real names?"

"Aliases. They reflect apon our feelings and our powers. My name is Ororro, those two are Marie and Logan."

"What's yer name?" Rogue asked in a thick southern accent.

"You guys found me, knew where I was gonna be... If you don't already know, well, then, I can't tell ya."

"Well, then, kid, we're just gonna call ya Pixie. Ya kinda look like one, an' yer damn hard ta track down." Wolverine smiled.

Pixie. I kinda liked that.

"Won't somebody come take me home? It's that damn cold night, trying to figure out this life. Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are, but I- I'm with you..."

-Avril Lavine, With You