Wow a new story, I know I've got two that I haven't finished—but—I couldn't help it. I'll be updating the other two soon, I've been working on a new chapter for "The toad and the Tabby Cat" and that should be out soon..just busy is all.

Well here you go, a new X-Men: Evolution story, thought of while watching "The Fairly Odd Parents". I hope you like it.

Summary: What would you do if you woke up one morning and found yourself with amazing abilities and powers? What would you do if your world came to a crashing halt, and slowly began to crumble? What would you do if one person promised to take away all the pain, and make all those people who hurt you pay for what they did? What if you were seven?

Word count: 1239

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or any of it's characters I only claim possession of my own characters which I have used the X-verse to create.

Enjoy~

----Chapter one: Missing----

"It burns mommy it burns!" Emily cried to her mother as she choked and spit out the Nyquil that she was meant to swallow. Her blankets were wrapped tightly around her small body as Cynthia Barton looked down at her sympathetically.

"Sweety, if you don't drink it you won't get any better."

"But mommy--"

"I know your throat is sore honey, but your mother and I only want you to get well, and you can't if you don't drink the medicine...so just try for us, please?" Robert Barton put a small amount of Nyquil back in the little plastic measuring cup that came with it, before holding it out to his little girl. Slowly she reached out and took the plastic into her small hand, and with great effort she managed to swallow the liquid that set her throat on fire with every sip.

When it was all gone her parents smiled at her, taking away the cup and kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Now go to sleep princess, you'll feel much better in the morning." Her father spoke softly before heading to the door with his wife and shutting off the light, the two looked at their daughter one last time before shutting the door behind them.

Emily coughed violently, tossing and turning as the fire in her throat spread and became unbearable. "Mommy!" she gasped her voice unable to move higher then a whisper, her lungs were on fire, her body aching with a pain that she had never felt before. She jerked forward coughing onto her sheets harshly, she squeaked as they suddenly began to melt away. Emily pushed her sheets off of her body, curling up against her pillows as she looked down at them.

It was then that she saw the greenish tinge her skin had taken, the light coating of scales that covered her small frame. "W-what?" She breathed holding up her hands to look at them with astonishment. "M-Mommy...!" She hissed more in then spoke, watching as her nails turned to jagged black claws.

"No use calling her sweet-heart—she can't understand you like that." The little girl looked up, watching as a man moved from the shadows into her line of view.

"W-who--?"

"Just a friend little one, just a friend." He responded, his smile comforting as he looked upon the small child compassion instead of judgment, caring instead of persecution. "I'm here to help you."

"Help me?"

"I'm here to help you to understand the changes you're going through, and to make sure you won't get teased for what you are."

"What am I?"

"A mutant dear child, a mutant." Her eyes welled up with tears as those words left his mouth, remembering that word from the television, and how the people on the news had described it as a bad thing. She remembered how the kids in her first grade class said nasty things about them, and how her preacher had said they were monsters the devil had sent to destroy the world. Emily didn't want to be one of them, she never wanted to be something that her parents were afraid of.

"But I don't wanna be a mutant." She sniffled, salty tears streaming down her pale green cheeks.

"Ah, but it is a gift little one, simply a gift that others will be jealous of."

"J-jealous?"

"Yes, mean people will be so jealous of your gifts that they will hurt you, your mommy and daddy will hurt you...but I young one--" he stepped toward the bed where she sat staring up at him, water still staining her cheeks as he held out his hand to her, "I will never hurt you."

As her small fingers reached out tentatively and gripped onto his, he smiled dark eyes shining as he pulled her toward him and they both vanished into the darkness.

~*~

"Today the police have received yet another report of a missing child making this the twelfth occurrence this week. Emily Rose Barton, a young girl of only the tender age of five was found missing from her room this morning by her parents Cynthia and Robert Barton, who say that she had recently become sick with a bad case of the flue. Authorities are saying that this may be the worst kidnapping case the city has ever seen. They are currently exploring the idea that all the kidnappings are related, and at this time there is no additional information, though they have said they will keep everyone posted as new information is available.

In other news, are mutant rates on the rise? And how are these increasing numbers a threat to your children and family? More on that in a moment, this is Greta Von Susteren, and we'll be back after this short break."

Logan turned off the television as the students came clamoring into the kitchen, doing their best to talk over each other as they snagged different foods and beverages from the table. Some took their seats while others leaned against the various counters and walls. The Canadian mutant let out a huff as he shuffled the newspaper in his hand, picking up the coffee that sat beside him on the windowsill to take a drink.

Mornings were always loud in the Xavier institute, it was the reason Wolverine got up early, he much preferred the quiet to the ruckus that the kids known as the X-Men brought to the table every morning. As he ducked out of the way of a flying waffle, and looked up to find Kurt face planted on the cold tile floor (with kitty giggling at his expense one might add), he had to work to stifle a laugh and decided that the noise could be amusing as well.

"If you don't hurry up you're all gonna be late to class...again." He chided above the noise, and the teenagers abruptly stopped slamming around the kitchen. Logan watched as they stared at him a moment in complete and utter silence before their eyes all snapped to the clock on the wall. He had but an instant to cover his sensitive ears before a resounding shriek exploded across the room and they all fell over themselves—and each other—to get out the door.

"Well I see that some of the students pushed the snooze button a few times." Xavier's voice called from the doorway, his wheelchair sticking slightly to the syrup covered floor as Hank and Ororo trailed in after him.

"Have you seen the news Logan?" Hank asked.

"Yeah...looks like it's gettin pretty bad out there."

"I can only imagine what has happened to those children." Storm sighed crossing her arms as she looked up to the ceiling aimlessly.

"And, those punks in the media are going to do their best to spin this into some mutant driven kidnapping." Logan complained running his hand through his hair, moving to stand with the rest of the instructors.

"I fear Logan, that may actually be the case." The three could not help but stare at Xavier in shock their eyes hiding nothing of their surprise.

"What do you mean professor?" Ororo asked what none of the rest them could.

"Have you ever heard of a mutant named Ricochet?"