Well, here it is! My first attempt at a X-men Evolution fic! Basically the inspiration came from wanting truly geeky mutants. LOL! Seriously though, sure the X-men are mutants, but they have no problem at all fitting in at school-in fact, they're all pretty popular. Then, the real dorks like Fred and Todd are the bad guys! It just didn't fit with me right, you know? So, anyway, this little fic is supposed to be light-hearted story, I think. Some humor I think will come (these first two parts are actually kind of not so light-hearted, but ah, no one's perfect! LOL!). And yes, there is a new character/mutant. That would be Crystal and at the moment, she has no idea she's a mutant (don't worry, she'll find out soon enough). Anyway, I'm pretty sure she's not a "Mary-Sue" character (shudder) considering that she's a dorky loser, a complete klutz, not glamourous or beautiful or anything like that, has no control of her powers, can't fight, would never think of telling off an authority figure let alone a peer, and is very shy and always feels awkard. I must admit, much of the inspiration comes from my own experience of feeling a bit out of place (she's much more overexagarated, though) and dealing with that which is the torture of high school. Anyway, Fred is the major male lead. Basically, I felt that the creators of the show completely treated him unfairly. Although I personally never been overweight, the concept of being different (Fred being very obviously different) and being ridiculed for it is something I think that many ppl can relate to. Furthermore, I didn't like the fact that he was the dorky and to be frank, "fat kid," but was made into a bad guy while the more popular kids stayed good guys. Sorry, it just bothered me a bit, because from my own experiences, the geeks of HS aren't vengenful, mean people at all for the most part. Mainly, just hurt and such, but the popular kids seemed to be the worser of the two groups (yes, that is stereotypical-don't worry, not all the popular kids are carictures for evil in my story at all. In fact, I purposely put Timothy Dukes in to give those ppl more depth, and of course, Jean and such). As I said, I want it to be mostly light-hearted, but some of those insecurities and out of place feelings are undertones in the story I suppose. Anyway, the main premise is Crystal discovering and coming to terms with her power and such and Fred and Crystal's relationship...not that I want to give anything away (like you can't figure it out...LOL!). Of course, the rest of the X-men and Brotherhood will be very much an intricate part of the plot, I hope. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what will develop as sub plots and maybe even eventually into a larger more involved plot, but right now I'm keeping it a rather simple, light-hearted story. Well, please read and respond and I hope you all enjoy it (and constructive criticism is always welcome, especially on my own characters, because I do like to fully develop them into individuals that aren't "Mary Sues." Also, for me, it's important that I keep the others in character because I think it's annerving if their out of character)! Oh, and I'm sorry if the format is a bit screwy...LOL!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution or anything, but Crystal Waters (yes, her name is Crystal. I chose this name partially as a little jib at those "Mary Sue" characters-it will be the receiver of some snickers), Timothy Dukes, and Aunt Helen.
Ps. I MIGHT change the Principal from Principal Kelly which I know is wrong...but actually, I never really like him as principal. Anyway, the reason is, I have this very humorous sub story in mind for Scott but it would require an equally humorous principal...or psycopathic anyways. LOL! Also, I want to eventually start developing (separate from this of course) a Buffy/Evo crossover but I having difficulty getting something set...any ideas? All I know is I want Buffy and Scott to be cousins...
The alarm clock rang loudly at exactly 6:30 am, blaring obnoxiously through the silence.
Crystal groaned, turning on her side and squinting slightly. From her windows came small streams of sunlight through the blinds, the sun in the process of rising. She moaned again, closing her eyes tightly, and rolled onto her stomach, burying her head into her pillow to muffle the alarm clock and to block the light.
Twenty three minutes later a shout came from downstairs, where her Aunt Helen called to her from the bottom of the staircase with her strict, abrasive voice, "Crystal. Crystal! Are you awake?"
"Huh…?" She uttered from her sleepy daze, having fallen back asleep, the alarm continuing steadily throughout.
"Wake up, Crystal!" Aunt Helen shouted sharply.
With this, Crystal's eyes fluttered open and she called back meekly, "I'm awake, Aunt Helen," feeling her eyes grow heavy as she succumbed to her weariness again.
"Good. We'll be leaving in ten minutes!" Then Aunt Helen left the staircase and proceeded back to the kitchen of the house.
Crystal jolted up in bed and her eyes, wide-open, instantly stared down at her alarm clock, still blaring, to read "6:54" in bright red numbers. "Oh no," she said to herself.
A sickening sensation suddenly hit her. It seized her stomach in a wave, passing through her unexpectedly as she sat up in bed, and the urge to vomit overcame her for a moment. She frowned, filled with uncontrollable trepidation and fell back in her bed, not wanting to leave it.
It would be her first day at her new school, Bayville High School, and she was dreading every part of it. She bit her lower lip thinking about it; how she was not going to fit in and how she wasn't going to know a single person there. Although, upon reflection, she wasn't certain if the latter was actually a negative thing. Perhaps it was better she didn't know anybody. But then there would be first impressions, and if anything, Crystal was bad at first impressions. And second ones. And third ones.
Forcing herself, she willed her body out of bed, stumbling onto the cold floor-it was the middle of January. Her fell upon the clock again, which now read "6:56." With this, she panicked. I only have four minutes!, she thought. She ran to her closet and pulled out a simple pair of over-sized light blue-jean overalls. Then, from her bureau, she pulled out a red tank top and a white button-down sweater. Moving swiftly, she changed, throwing her pajamas onto her unmade bed. Then, she scurried across the hall to the bathroom, where she tried to make the most of her unkempt, disheveled hair.
Her hair. It was quite strange. Extending to right above her waist, it was loosely wavy That morning, she pulled part of it back, as she typically did, yet strands always seemed to fall out, framing her face and such, while her bangs fell across her forehead. But that was the peculiar part. Besides always being rumpled, it's pigmentation was a very light, pale blue. Crystal had no true explanation for this, and neither did her Aunt Helen, who's only valid rationalization was that Crystal was an albino. Crystal assumed this could be plausible, her own complexion pale and white, almost pasty. In any case, the doctors were sure it was the result of some genetic defect. All Crystal knew was that it resulted in much unwanted ridicule.
For a moment, the young fifteen year old glanced at herself in the mirror. She was thin, but not attractively thin in the slightest. Instead, she was rather scrawny, almost bony, any figure she might have had buried underneath her unflattering baggy overalls. Short in stature, she reached only about five feet and one inch, and she held herself in a timid fashion. Her face was small and meek, large blue eyes, a tint slightly darker than her unusual hair, radiating low self-confidence and uncertainty. Like the rest of her frame, her face was also a bit bony but had a kind look about it. Although she was not beautiful, she wasn't ugly either. She was a kind of mundane pretty, not glamorous or gorgeous, but acceptable enough in her dull, ordinary sort of way.
"Crystal!" Called her Aunt Helen from the bottom of the stairs. Quickly, Crystal heeded, rushing from the bathroom, grabbing her mainly empty book bag, sneakers, and coat, and staggering down the stairs. "Crystal!" her aunt had begun to call again as she made her way down the stairs.
Aunt Helen stood in a stately form at the bottom of the staircase with a watching eye. She was a stark women, in her mid forties. Tall and thin, her dark brown hair was pulled back neatly into a tight bun. Dressed for work as the new principal at Bayville Junior High School (the other took early retirement due to heart problems), she wore a brown suit jacket with matching knee-length brown skirt. Underneath was an attractive yet conservative blouse. Her face was stern and worn, yet was not all together unkind. However, she frowned to see her niece coming down the stairs looking so untidy, especially on her first day at a new school. After a moments thought, though, she sighed and said, mostly to herself, "Well, at least you're ready. Come on." Crystal followed her Aunt quietly, thoughts elsewhere. "Did you have something to eat this morning? Of course not-what time did you wake up again? Oh, never mind that. Here's you're lunch. Let's go." Her Aunt spoke quickly and directly, and soon the two had left the modest home to start another chapter in their lives.
It had begun snowing that Monday morning, as students began to scurry in from their fun-filled weekend.
Fred Dukes entered Bayville High that morning, amidst the usual stares and snickers. He pretended not to hear, of course, ignoring his peers as he trotted down the hall. Sometimes he would give them a threatening stare to intimidate them. Reaching his locker, he had difficulty accurately turning the dial with his large fingers, but after a few attempts he managed to get it open and he began to take out the books he needed for his morning classes.
Down the hall, awhile away, he could hear the laughter of the some of the players from the varsity basketball team and some girls-cheerleaders most likely. The group was discussing something fun that had happened that past Saturday night at some party that Fred had not been invited to. However, his eyes suddenly fixated on one of them with a painful anger. He was laughing jovially, which accentuated his good looks. Handsome, he was tall and well-built, although not as muscular as the brawny Duncan who stood beside him and definitely not as large or massive as the incomparable Fred. He wore his letter jacket, as he always did, and brushed his hand through his loosely curly, almost wavy sandy blonde hair. He's stunning blue eyes shimmered the entire time.
Fred gritted his teeth, forgetting about what he was doing as he stared with uncontrollable envy. "Jealous , heh?" Came a condescending voice as Pietro swept in front of him with his usual flare and speed.
"No!" Fred said, his voice borderline shouting. Todd came hopping from behind.
"Hey, man, I wouldn't blame you . I'd be jealous too if Timothy Dukes was my cousin." he told his friend.
"I said I wasn't jealous!" Fred insisted, although rather unconvincing. In truth, it was very hard for him not to be envious. Tim was everything Fred wasn't and everything Fred always wanted to be. It was as if Tim had been born with a mutant gene as well; the X-gene for inhuman perfection. And it was bad enough that there were popular kids who were always picking on him and ridiculing him behind his back. And it was equally bad that he had such an absolutely perfect cousin that he was always compared to at family get-togethers and the like. Now, the two had been mixed together, and it had been the most miserable two months of Fred's life.
"Ah, it's not that bad, Freddy." Pietro continued to patronize. "So what if he's handsome and athletic and smart, not to mention almost as popular as Duncan? And it's only been two months, too…that's too bad…and the only reason why people notice you is because you're, well-look at you!" He laughed.
"Shut up!" Fred bellowed, angered. Pietro backed away.
"Hey, man, it's not my fault. Besides, he's not that great, anyway. I mean, he could be me. Then he'd be something." Fred and Todd looked at each other. "Well, I've got to be going. I'll see you losers, later. See ya." And he sped away. There was silence as the two walked along for a moment before Todd spoke up with a comforting tone.
"Hey, Fred, it's not-"
"Where's Lance?" Fred interrupted quickly.
"Oh, Lance? He's around, you know. He went to look for Kitty. He's always looking for Kitty." By this time, the small group of jocks and cheerleaders dispersed and Tim, with Duncan at his side, was heading towards Fred and Todd.
"Hey, Fred," He said as the two passed. Fred kind of muttered something indecipherable, unable to form words due partially to his envy but more so to the intimidating feeling he had when ever he was around his cousin. Tim and Duncan continued down the hall, Duncan saying something inaudible to Fred and Todd, and then let out a loud laugh, looking over his shoulder to stare at the two mutant friend.
Fred slumped against the locker, slamming his fist hard against it. "Those stupid jerks! I know they said something."
"They're always saying something," Todd said.
"They were making fun of us. Of me!" Fred had a scowl on his face but his eyes were deeply hurt.
"Don't worry, Freddy. They'll get there's one day. You'll see."
"Yeah, I guess," Fred grumbled, but he was seriously beginning to doubt it. They never seemed to get anything but something good. Fred sighed, frustrated with it all, and melancholy said "Come on, Todd. We'd better get to homeroom."
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution or anything, but Crystal Waters (yes, her name is Crystal. I chose this name partially as a little jib at those "Mary Sue" characters-it will be the receiver of some snickers), Timothy Dukes, and Aunt Helen.
Ps. I MIGHT change the Principal from Principal Kelly which I know is wrong...but actually, I never really like him as principal. Anyway, the reason is, I have this very humorous sub story in mind for Scott but it would require an equally humorous principal...or psycopathic anyways. LOL! Also, I want to eventually start developing (separate from this of course) a Buffy/Evo crossover but I having difficulty getting something set...any ideas? All I know is I want Buffy and Scott to be cousins...
The alarm clock rang loudly at exactly 6:30 am, blaring obnoxiously through the silence.
Crystal groaned, turning on her side and squinting slightly. From her windows came small streams of sunlight through the blinds, the sun in the process of rising. She moaned again, closing her eyes tightly, and rolled onto her stomach, burying her head into her pillow to muffle the alarm clock and to block the light.
Twenty three minutes later a shout came from downstairs, where her Aunt Helen called to her from the bottom of the staircase with her strict, abrasive voice, "Crystal. Crystal! Are you awake?"
"Huh…?" She uttered from her sleepy daze, having fallen back asleep, the alarm continuing steadily throughout.
"Wake up, Crystal!" Aunt Helen shouted sharply.
With this, Crystal's eyes fluttered open and she called back meekly, "I'm awake, Aunt Helen," feeling her eyes grow heavy as she succumbed to her weariness again.
"Good. We'll be leaving in ten minutes!" Then Aunt Helen left the staircase and proceeded back to the kitchen of the house.
Crystal jolted up in bed and her eyes, wide-open, instantly stared down at her alarm clock, still blaring, to read "6:54" in bright red numbers. "Oh no," she said to herself.
A sickening sensation suddenly hit her. It seized her stomach in a wave, passing through her unexpectedly as she sat up in bed, and the urge to vomit overcame her for a moment. She frowned, filled with uncontrollable trepidation and fell back in her bed, not wanting to leave it.
It would be her first day at her new school, Bayville High School, and she was dreading every part of it. She bit her lower lip thinking about it; how she was not going to fit in and how she wasn't going to know a single person there. Although, upon reflection, she wasn't certain if the latter was actually a negative thing. Perhaps it was better she didn't know anybody. But then there would be first impressions, and if anything, Crystal was bad at first impressions. And second ones. And third ones.
Forcing herself, she willed her body out of bed, stumbling onto the cold floor-it was the middle of January. Her fell upon the clock again, which now read "6:56." With this, she panicked. I only have four minutes!, she thought. She ran to her closet and pulled out a simple pair of over-sized light blue-jean overalls. Then, from her bureau, she pulled out a red tank top and a white button-down sweater. Moving swiftly, she changed, throwing her pajamas onto her unmade bed. Then, she scurried across the hall to the bathroom, where she tried to make the most of her unkempt, disheveled hair.
Her hair. It was quite strange. Extending to right above her waist, it was loosely wavy That morning, she pulled part of it back, as she typically did, yet strands always seemed to fall out, framing her face and such, while her bangs fell across her forehead. But that was the peculiar part. Besides always being rumpled, it's pigmentation was a very light, pale blue. Crystal had no true explanation for this, and neither did her Aunt Helen, who's only valid rationalization was that Crystal was an albino. Crystal assumed this could be plausible, her own complexion pale and white, almost pasty. In any case, the doctors were sure it was the result of some genetic defect. All Crystal knew was that it resulted in much unwanted ridicule.
For a moment, the young fifteen year old glanced at herself in the mirror. She was thin, but not attractively thin in the slightest. Instead, she was rather scrawny, almost bony, any figure she might have had buried underneath her unflattering baggy overalls. Short in stature, she reached only about five feet and one inch, and she held herself in a timid fashion. Her face was small and meek, large blue eyes, a tint slightly darker than her unusual hair, radiating low self-confidence and uncertainty. Like the rest of her frame, her face was also a bit bony but had a kind look about it. Although she was not beautiful, she wasn't ugly either. She was a kind of mundane pretty, not glamorous or gorgeous, but acceptable enough in her dull, ordinary sort of way.
"Crystal!" Called her Aunt Helen from the bottom of the stairs. Quickly, Crystal heeded, rushing from the bathroom, grabbing her mainly empty book bag, sneakers, and coat, and staggering down the stairs. "Crystal!" her aunt had begun to call again as she made her way down the stairs.
Aunt Helen stood in a stately form at the bottom of the staircase with a watching eye. She was a stark women, in her mid forties. Tall and thin, her dark brown hair was pulled back neatly into a tight bun. Dressed for work as the new principal at Bayville Junior High School (the other took early retirement due to heart problems), she wore a brown suit jacket with matching knee-length brown skirt. Underneath was an attractive yet conservative blouse. Her face was stern and worn, yet was not all together unkind. However, she frowned to see her niece coming down the stairs looking so untidy, especially on her first day at a new school. After a moments thought, though, she sighed and said, mostly to herself, "Well, at least you're ready. Come on." Crystal followed her Aunt quietly, thoughts elsewhere. "Did you have something to eat this morning? Of course not-what time did you wake up again? Oh, never mind that. Here's you're lunch. Let's go." Her Aunt spoke quickly and directly, and soon the two had left the modest home to start another chapter in their lives.
It had begun snowing that Monday morning, as students began to scurry in from their fun-filled weekend.
Fred Dukes entered Bayville High that morning, amidst the usual stares and snickers. He pretended not to hear, of course, ignoring his peers as he trotted down the hall. Sometimes he would give them a threatening stare to intimidate them. Reaching his locker, he had difficulty accurately turning the dial with his large fingers, but after a few attempts he managed to get it open and he began to take out the books he needed for his morning classes.
Down the hall, awhile away, he could hear the laughter of the some of the players from the varsity basketball team and some girls-cheerleaders most likely. The group was discussing something fun that had happened that past Saturday night at some party that Fred had not been invited to. However, his eyes suddenly fixated on one of them with a painful anger. He was laughing jovially, which accentuated his good looks. Handsome, he was tall and well-built, although not as muscular as the brawny Duncan who stood beside him and definitely not as large or massive as the incomparable Fred. He wore his letter jacket, as he always did, and brushed his hand through his loosely curly, almost wavy sandy blonde hair. He's stunning blue eyes shimmered the entire time.
Fred gritted his teeth, forgetting about what he was doing as he stared with uncontrollable envy. "Jealous , heh?" Came a condescending voice as Pietro swept in front of him with his usual flare and speed.
"No!" Fred said, his voice borderline shouting. Todd came hopping from behind.
"Hey, man, I wouldn't blame you . I'd be jealous too if Timothy Dukes was my cousin." he told his friend.
"I said I wasn't jealous!" Fred insisted, although rather unconvincing. In truth, it was very hard for him not to be envious. Tim was everything Fred wasn't and everything Fred always wanted to be. It was as if Tim had been born with a mutant gene as well; the X-gene for inhuman perfection. And it was bad enough that there were popular kids who were always picking on him and ridiculing him behind his back. And it was equally bad that he had such an absolutely perfect cousin that he was always compared to at family get-togethers and the like. Now, the two had been mixed together, and it had been the most miserable two months of Fred's life.
"Ah, it's not that bad, Freddy." Pietro continued to patronize. "So what if he's handsome and athletic and smart, not to mention almost as popular as Duncan? And it's only been two months, too…that's too bad…and the only reason why people notice you is because you're, well-look at you!" He laughed.
"Shut up!" Fred bellowed, angered. Pietro backed away.
"Hey, man, it's not my fault. Besides, he's not that great, anyway. I mean, he could be me. Then he'd be something." Fred and Todd looked at each other. "Well, I've got to be going. I'll see you losers, later. See ya." And he sped away. There was silence as the two walked along for a moment before Todd spoke up with a comforting tone.
"Hey, Fred, it's not-"
"Where's Lance?" Fred interrupted quickly.
"Oh, Lance? He's around, you know. He went to look for Kitty. He's always looking for Kitty." By this time, the small group of jocks and cheerleaders dispersed and Tim, with Duncan at his side, was heading towards Fred and Todd.
"Hey, Fred," He said as the two passed. Fred kind of muttered something indecipherable, unable to form words due partially to his envy but more so to the intimidating feeling he had when ever he was around his cousin. Tim and Duncan continued down the hall, Duncan saying something inaudible to Fred and Todd, and then let out a loud laugh, looking over his shoulder to stare at the two mutant friend.
Fred slumped against the locker, slamming his fist hard against it. "Those stupid jerks! I know they said something."
"They're always saying something," Todd said.
"They were making fun of us. Of me!" Fred had a scowl on his face but his eyes were deeply hurt.
"Don't worry, Freddy. They'll get there's one day. You'll see."
"Yeah, I guess," Fred grumbled, but he was seriously beginning to doubt it. They never seemed to get anything but something good. Fred sighed, frustrated with it all, and melancholy said "Come on, Todd. We'd better get to homeroom."