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This is one of my X-Men Evolution FanFictions. It plays some time before "The Toad, The Witch And The Wardrobe", before Wanda disappeared. I haven't seen all episodes yet, and all I saw were in German, so please bare with my mistakes. Have fun reading. If you want to read the rest of it, tell me in a short review, I dont want to waste ff-nets space. And please excuse my worse english, I just translated this chapter into english.

Main characters:
Fawn / Jersey Creed
Nightcrawler / Kurt Wagner
Toad / Todd Tolansky

Minor characters: Avalanche / Lance Alvers
Blob / Fred Dukes
Cyclops / Scott Summers
Jean / Jean Grey
Quicksilver / Pietro Maximoff
Wolverine / Logan
Xavier / Charles Xavier

"What are your powers?", Jean asked for the third time but Jersey kept on staring defiant to the floor. Jean bent forward, looking haunting at Jersey, trying to catch her eyes, but as Jersey lifted her head she looked depreciatory at Jean.
"Just because... father", she spat out the last word, "was a stupid mutant doesn't mean I am one, too"
"Give it a rest!", Scott sighed irritated and stemed his hands on his hips. "Nobody believes you, for umpteen times, girl." Jean got up and walked towards him with entangled arms. Jersey was freezing miserable, she was exhausted, too tired and the cold was what she got for not sleeping enough. But she had to fight the cold without shivering. She didn't dare to show her weakness in front of those... X-Men or whatever they called themselves. They couldn't prove her anything. Not at all.
The room around them was scantily equipped. The table in the middle of the room, grey and bare, was enlighted by a single bulb. On the floor in one edge there was a mattres covered with old newspapers. The room had no windows, and the only gap on the paltry wall was a big mirror. Jersey looked at herself, bored. The ugly picture thrown back at her didn't frighten her anymore. Her mousy, shoulder-long hair was standing in mazy wisps from her head, because the braid had gone with the wind on the last evening. Her hair was filthy, the boring, bloodshot eyes black and empty, thick rings under her eyes garbled her cheeks. A fresh scar ran from the top of her head down to her chin, and her nose kept on twitching.

Sitting behind the mirror, Charles Xavier was holding a cup of tea and looking at the scene.
"This method doesn't seem to work on her, Logan", he said pensively. Logan didn't even bat an eyelid. His clothes were dusty and torn, his thick muscles gushed through the stuff.
"The little beast musnt be sneezed at", he growled, disgruntled.
"What did she do?", Kurt asked and teleported himself on top of the table in front of the mirror, to take a closer look. As no one responded, he turned around.
"You dont know, but you still keep her imprisoned"
"She is Victor Creed's daughter, Kurt. Thinking she innocuous would be stupid. Look at her, she is more animal than human. She is also very ropy. If Jean wasnt there, Cyclops and me would have gotten more than some little bruises", Logan answered huffish. Kurt looked at him appaled. More animal than human.
"What Logan forgot to mention is that we do not concentrate on how she seems to look", Xavier said with a slight angry look on Wolverine, as he saw Kurts dismay.
"Never mind", said Kurt and turned back to the mirror. Logan left the room and slamed the door behind him. Moments later he emerged in the little, grey room.

"You. Daughter of Victor Creed. Sabretooth. I can tell by the way you look that you are not the average teenage girl", he said and pointed to the door. "Leave it to me"
"But-" Jean threw in, but Scott interrupted her.
"If you think your methods will work", he said shrugging and led Jean out.
"I think its a bad idea", she protested. "We know what Logan thinks about Creed"
"It may be interesting if she decides to fight back", Scott said and entered the monitoring room.

"Well", Logan began and sat down on the chair in front of Jersey. "You have two possibilities. You tell me what I want to know or you don't." He leaned back, crossed his legs and layed his feet on the table. "Then you will stay here. For a very long time"
Jersey fed forward her lower lip and gave him a look between hate and frowardness.
"Bite me, asshole", she answered. Logan jumped up and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. She pressed her hands into the pockets of her cloak.
"I knew you were not very clever by those genes... but I didnt think you were that stupid", he hissed.

"He hurts her", Kurt mourned. "He can not do that, she didnt do anything"
"I can not say I agree with his methods", Jean agreed, but with a becalming gesture Charles put his cup down.
"Trust Logan", he said with a voice forbidding any protest. Scott had to hold back a big grin. When they caught Jersey she kicked him hard into a tender part of his body and it still hurt.

Jersey looked wordlessly into Logans face and spit. Anathematising he threw her into the corner and wiped his face clean.
"You want it that way, dont you?", he screamed. The door opened and Charles drove in.
"No violence, Logan. Out", he demanded. Logan grinned his teeth and scattered out of the room. Xavier drove over to Jersey and looked down on her, full of cares. Jean, Scott and Kurt got into the room.
"Are you hurt?", Charles asked and Jean kneeled down beside her.
"Piss off, cripple!", Jersey cried full of hate and hit Jeans Arm. Charles turned around and gave a look to the others, which demanded to leave the room.
"She is dangeours to public safety", Scott told Charles. "The only thing we can do is hoping she has no powers"
"But what if... you just dont understand her?", Kurt asked quietly. Jean gave him a compassionate look. He appal, because his word were not supposed to be heard by someone, but she just drop her head understanding. Every mutant has had a hard time in his life. Who knew, what this wimpy girl had gone through. Who knew if she really had powers.

As the door closed, Jersey got up. She ran to the door, who was locked, and hit it as weakly as angry.
"Let me out, man!", she shouted. Then she stumbled, fell over the chair, teared out the bulb. A weak electric shock passed her meager body. She hauled herself dazed to the edge of the room, sank down on the matress, snuffled, covered herself with her cloak and curled up.

Kurt was still at the monitoring room. Logans word were still running through his head. You could see she is not normal. More Animal than human. Well, basically he was the same, even if the technologies helped him bearing a charmed life. His mother being a dangerous mutant, with strong powers and a certain reputation under the other mutants. He shutdown his holographic inducer. Then he stroke his own plain, blue fur. He looked back into the mirror. The girl was lying in the corner. What if she hurt herself while falling? He found it unfair that she was being treated like that, like an... animal. He was just like her.

"Are you alright?", a voice asked and Jersey jumped. Her tag jerked and the cloak fell off. Scared she pulled her tail close to her body and looked up. White eyes enlighted by the soft light of a flashlight glared at her. Royalblue skin framed by darkblue, almost black hair. She backed out of him."Get lost!", she demamded, her voice trembling, because she knew she couldnt order him around.
"Just wanted to make sure youre alright, jo. Are you hurt? Are you hungry?" He saw how her nose twitched nervously. She hold her tounge and stared at him.
"Skiddoo, monster" she said hostile. He backed off and straightened up.
"I dont want to scare you", he told her shyly and sat down on the table. "I will not harm you. I am just like you"
"Stow it. You are not like me."
"Whats your name?", the Nightcrawler asked unimpressed and played with the shadows of his threefingered hands. Jersey didnt answer and stared shirty at him.
"They call me the Nightcrawler. I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright!", he said showily and exposed smiling a bunch of flaweless carnassial teeth.
"Let me out", she demanded again and gazed at the door.
"Can't do that", he said regretful. "You may be dangerous"
"I want to get out of here!" She emphased every simple word. Kurt felt collywobbles in his stomach region.
"I'd better be goin", he said, asking himself why the heck he used the door to get in. He jumped up and wanted to close it, but she grabbed his foot and pulled him back. With unbelievable strength she slided him to the wall and hastened out.

"Boooring night", Todd yawned.
"Yeah", Fred agreed and hit his belly so he burped loudly. Todd started laughing and Fred joined him.
"You are such flukes", Lance sighed and entangled his hands behind his head.
"We?", Pietro asked and tapped his shoulder. "Are you a X-Men again?" Again they started laughing, but this time Lance joined them.
"Lets meet Wanda", Todd suggested. "Pick on her date"
"Give it up already, dimwit"
"What was that sound?", Pietro asked alarmed and looked around. As fast as thunder he ran through the thicket. Todd jumped on top of a tree and looked around. Lance shook his head.
"Thats a rat for sure", he sighed. Blobb laughed again his loud, grunting laughter. Pietro got back and shrugged.
"You deadbeats got even more failures since Darkholme's gone", Lance said and led his steps back to the house. They didnt realize Todd was still sitting on the tree.

"Whatcha doin?", he asked Jersey and came closer. Jersey backed off and hid under his big, grey cloak.
"X-Men?", she asked alarmed and fixed his look.
"Me? Nono", he snickered and showed his slimy tounge. Jerseys glance got even more darker, but she seemed to be sedated. Her cloak slowly fell to the ground. If he was no X-Men he wouldnt be able to harm her. As she tore apart pieces of her clothing his eyes grew big.
"Yo, whatcha doin?" he asked and blushed.
"Taking a bath", she answered untouched and got into a flat puddle. Todd lifted an eyebrow.

"What does that mean, 'She is gone'?", Scott asked and pulled his bathrobe more tightly around his body. "You let her leave"
"Of course I did and I even gave her the keys to your bike", Kurt shouted out loud, being in a snit.
"The girl disappeared?", Charled drove down the hallway and stopped in front of them.
"She took our procreation shamus by surprise", Scott told him.
"Cyclops, call Storm and Jean and look for the kid. Nightcrawler, go to you room", Charles said. "I will look for her."

"Be quit", Todd said and pushed the girl over the patio into the building of the brotherhood. Jersey looked around disparaging. It didnt look quite as nice as the builing before, but it was way better than being in that grey room. The color on the walls peeled off where the wallpaper already spalled off. And where it didnt smell like fustiness, it smelled like mold."You can take a bath here", Todd said and opened the door. A bathing room, Jersey realized. As he closed the door she turned around, pressed him to the door and bordered her fingers around his neck.
"Hey, whaddya doin?", Todd asked surprised and gasped for breath.
"Where is the key?", Jersey asked, bordering her fingers tighther. She would not be imprisoned again!
"Key? Dun' have a key!", Todd defended himself, gasping for air. She let go of him. "What kinda key are you lookin for?"
"Let me get out of here!", Jersey said threatening.
"Ahh, ya think I want to lock ya up? Did those X-Men do that to you? Ya running away from 'em?" She didnt answer, and that told him everything. He smiled.
"I wont lock ya up. I'm just like ya."

"Da name's Toad", he accounted while he rubbed the dirt off her wounds and her back with bloodred colored water. She bit onto a steelbar, a thick branch and a plastic dumb-bell were already destroyed by her teeth.
"I'm a frog. The muscles in ma legs are stronger than the others, and even Quicksilver is not as fast as me if I jump up", he showed off. "My tounge can be more than three metres long. And my spittle is poisonous. I can glue ya with it." A hand got out of the water into his face.
"But I wouldn do that, yo!", he mumbled and put her hand down.
"What is your power?" Her tail shot out of the water, rolled around his neck and lifted him into the air. Then she got him closer and straightened up. Not only the skin in her face, but on her whole body was grey, her armes were covered with soft fur, her nails were long, strong and sharp. Her hair didnt cover her oversized ears anymore. She tightened her grip as he stared onto her body. Toad grimaced his ugly face, entwined his tounge over her chest and pressed it tight. She gasped as she loosened her grip and fell down panting.
"My name is Jersey creed", she said. "They call me Fawn."