Hey all! I just found this lying around my computer, so I fixed it up and decided to post it. Please tell me if you like it or not, and if you do I'll continue! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: Mutants and x-men and all the rest don't belong to me nor am I making any profit off this. Jett's mine and Cessily's an Evo adaptation, so she's not going to be much like the comic incarnation except for her powers and name. Sorry, but I don't have a lot of Cessily material available to me. Please don't hurt me! (No Flames, please)

Thunder. All she heard, all she knew, all she trusted.

"Darrel, Edward?"

"Present!"

The storm outside the window rumbled, though to her it seemed to purr. She twitched, dreading the long day ahead of her.

"Kincaid, Cessily?"

"Here, miss."

She hated school. With her luck, the storm would be over before classes ended.

"Mercury, Thomas?"

"Huh? Oh, present."

The sky beckoned to her. Bloody school. She never learnt anything anyway. Because she was always staring out the window, pining for the sky.

"Pay more attention next time, Mercury. Onyx, Juliet?"

But the sky was so beautiful to her. How could she help but stare? During the night was best, with all the glittering stars, like shining gems in a near black sea.

"Onyx, Juliet?"

Teachers had moved her away from the window, or closed the blinds, trying to make her pay attention, but their efforts were useless. If she couldn't see the sky, she'd dream of it, and no one could stop her doing that.

She felt someone elbow her in the arm.

"Is there a Juliet Onyx here?" shouted the irritated teacher. The daydreamer finally looked up.

"It's Jett, actually," she replied, and went back to staring out the window.

The teacher paused for a second, then reminded herself why her predecessor had decided on early retirement. In her resignation statement, there had been an entire paragraph on the horrible student known as Karen Juliet Onyx. Deciding not to get on the young girl's bad side, she continued with the roll.

"Samson, George?"

(X)

Two girls sat side-by-side, leaning against the wall. The taller of the two had red hair and lots of freckles, with green eyes. The other, slightly shorter with pale skin, jet-black hair and stormy grey eyes, was eating a sandwich, looking at the sky.

"Did you see a UFO once or something?" asked Cessily idly, gently prodding her friend in the shoulder. Jett lowered her gaze slightly. Cessily was constantly trying to discover the source of her friend's fascination with the sky. Jett turned to look at her.

"I just like the sky, okay? And no, I have never seen an alien space craft nor do I believe in them."

"You don't believe in aliens? Why, my next door neighbour was abducted just two months ago!"

Jett rolled her eyes. "Funny, she said she was going to boarding school," she replied. "Unless you count boarding school as the alien mother ship."

"Well, it did have a weird name. The Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters. And the initials of that are 'XIFGY'. 'Xifgy'. It's probably the name of some alien race or planet, don't you think?"

Jett was now totally focused on the conversation. "You're insane, Cess. You just think it's extra-terrestrial because it's name begins with an 'x'."

"What, you don't believe in the evil, x-bearing aliens?"

"You've been watching far too much Doctor Who."

"You can't have too much of a good thing."

"It's not a documentary, for goodness' sake. Xavier's is not an alien conspiracy."

"X-conspiracy," Cessily corrected, and laughed. Jett turned away, rolling her eyes, but was smirking nonetheless. It sometimes seemed a shame to keep her secret from Cessily, who was, in Jett's opinion, the best friend anyone could ever have. But some things you could only trust yourself with.

(X)

Two weeks later.

Jett entered the house silently, but her foster mother was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

"I got a complaint from your maths teacher," said Mrs Aliss. "She says you haven't been paying attention in class, and that it's starting to reflect on your grades."

Mrs Aliss was a decent person, and was a relatively good foster mother. But Jett had been having a bad day.

"Ms Edwards got her degree off the internet. She's hardly qualified to point out my shortcomings," retorted the black haired girl, pushing past her foster mother and walking up the stairs.

"Get back down here young lady–" Jett closed the door to her room behind her and locked it. She threw herself onto her bed.

There was too much going on in her life at the moment. She needed some time by herself to sort it out.

Okay, first and foremost, Cess hadn't been at school for the past few weeks. So, call her.

Jett punched in her friend's number, taking her frustration out on the phone. She listened impatiently to the dial tone.

"Uh, hello," Cessily answered cautiously. Jett blinked. This wasn't normal. Cess was a bit shy, but this time she sounded scared, terrified.

"Hey, Cess."

"Jett?"

"The one and only. Why are you so nervous? Isn't this your private line?"

There was a pause at the other end as Cessily digested her statement.

"Uh, yeah, yes it is. Wait, are you sure you're Jett?"

"Am I sure I'm me? Hmm, wait a sec, I'll go check. Duh I'm me, Cess. What's up?"

"Prove it. What makes you so sleepy all the time?"

"Severe iron deficiency. Anything else, Miss Paranoid?"

"Yeah. What iron tablets do you take? What brand?"

"What brand? How should I know? It's not like I pay any attention to those sorts of things."

But Cessily wasn't backing down. "Answer the question."

"Fine. Um, Ferro Grad or something like that? They're red."

Jett was considering checking the bottle when she heard Cess give a relieved sigh at the other end. "Oh, good, it is you. Why did you call?"

"You haven't been at school for ages, Cess. What's been happening?"

"I'm just… sick. Yeah, I'm sick. It's just a sickness. I'll be better soon…"

Cess was ranting. She sounded more like she was reassuring herself than informing Jett. Jett got a nagging doubt at the back of her mind. The possibilities flashed past her eyes but were interrupted by a crash on Cess' end of the line. Jett heard Cess scream and someone yell "Monster!" before the call cut off.

Jett's hand went limp, letting the phone drop to the floor. Crap.

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