A/n: this is a big AU. In this story the X-men comics and old television
shows never existed. The only idea of X-men anyone has ever seen is X-men:
Evolution and the comics following it, which in this world has been going
strong for six years. The government doesn't know and only about ten out of
every one million people on earth know, but, unfortunately for the X-men
that numbers about to get a lot bigger. Please R/R. (oh, yeah, I'm also
introducing Gambit somewhere)
Disclaimer: Scott, Evan, Kurt, Remy, Xavier, Ororo, Logan and all those other Uncanny X-men that I mention belong to the wonderful people at Marvel and Stan Lee. Amori, Lara, Hannah, Daniel and all the other minor characters I make up belong to me. If you want to use them you're welcome to, just let me know first.
Chapter One: Introductions
Scott Summers is my best friend. Scott Summers is also the guy my sister Lara is obsessed with because it's the name of a character on X-men: Evolution. I say coincidence. I don't care if the show happens to take place in our town of Bayville, or if sure Scott looks slightly like the Scott on the show. It's a cartoon for god's sake, and this is real life. My theory is that the producers of the show came up to this little town, spotted Scott and decided to model the cartoon Scott off him. After hearing this argument my sister will them ask, 'Well then Amorise, why is his name the same? It's just to strange.' I tell her that it's just a coincidence and that she has to except that. My sister has no sense of reason. Ok, I will admit that Scott does wear red-lensed sunglasses. At first I thought he was just humoring Kendra, but he wears them to school too, so that theory went out the window. He says his eyes are sensitive to light and lenses dampen it. I accept this. He's never lied to me.
We get a good laugh every Saturday morning watching X-men with my sister. She sits on the smaller couch staring suspiciously at Scott while we sit on the floor together. Sometimes Lara tries to catch Scott off guard and reaches out to yank off his glasses. My rabid sister expects red lasers to shoot out. What usually happens is I yell at her and she's relatively quiet for the rest of the half hour.
I met Scott in seventh grade at Jackson Junior High. He'd just moved from an orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska, and I'd just moved from Chicago. Both being new, and not knowing many people (well I knew my new sorta step sister Hannah, but she pretended not to know me) we hit it off. It's weird that we did, we're not anything alike. He's cautious, fair tempered, calm, accepts the weird, and pretty optimistic. I'm wild, have a tendency to ignore the weird and create my own explanations, short tempered, and I don't have a great outlook on life. He listens to R.E.M, I still listen to Run DMC. He's sweet, I can get evil. We bring out the best in each other. Our relationship is simply platonic, just friends. I can't imagine Scott and I dating, it just seems wrong.
The only thing we have in common is our sort of screwy families. Scott's parents are dead. They died in a plane crash in Alaska. He doesn't live with relatives in Bayville; he lives in a mansion owned by a professor. My parents split up in a rather nasty divorce. My father wanted custody of both Lara and me. Mom wasn't going to let that happen. See, my dads a guy who's to absorbed in his job to pay attention to anything unless it's hitting mom. Wonderful right? After a long battle mom finally got legal permission to take Lara and I to Bayville and never see our father again. But there was one thing mom hadn't told her daughters. She was moving in with a guy as soon as we got to Bayville. His name was Daniel Lance, and he had a daughter exactly my age named Hannah- secretly known by me as 'Worlds Slutiest Girl'. We hated each other right off the bat. Things got worse when Scott and I became friends. All Hannah's friends though he was unbearably cute, and got very upset when we started hanging out together. I explained to Hannah that we were not dating, but she, like Lara, has no sense of reason. In the end I stopped talking to her and stuck around with Scott more.
I don't think much of her father much either. Mostly it's just because he likes to brag; he brags about his job, our money, his father, his mother and anything else he can think of. Then there's the fact that he doesn't like Scott. It's the whole sunglasses thing. I'd like to tell Daniel to keep his opinions to himself, but I don't because I've seen the looks of love mom gives him and if she's happy then I figure I can at least try. When we first moved in with them he made the mistake of trying to toss Lara's comics, because according to him the whole prospect of fantasy is preposterous. 'They'll rot your brain' he said one day in disgust. ' Read your textbooks instead'. Lara is a black belt in Judo and tae-kwan-do. Daniel almost ended up with a broken nose (Lara 'mistook' him for a burglar). He learned his lesson about getting between Lara and fantasy that day.
We live on the richer side of town in a large house. Not mansion type, but nice. When we moved in I chose the attic room for its high ceiling. I have two beds, one on each side of the room. In one corner I have a ladder going up to the ceiling. When I get to the top of the ladder I have to jump from it onto the hammock below the skylight. Next to the hammock there's a trapeze that I use to get down from the ceiling. Mom doesn't like me jumping from the hammock back to the ladder. The absolute best thing about the room though, is that it has a lock. This is where Scott and I can do most of our studying with out interruption. Not that mom and Daniel think we're studying of course. But we are, with out Scott I'd be failing French and History.
"Jouer means to…" Scott prompted me from the floor.
I groaned, racking my brain for the answer. "Should I know this?"
"The test is tomorrow." He reminded me. "So?"
"Answer please." I said. The comfortable position in my hammock was lulling me to sleep.
"Read the book." Said Scott. He looked up at me, rolling his eyes. I reached up to the skylight ledge and grabbed the remote for my CD player. I couldn't stand anymore French verbs. When I clicked the play button the sounds of *NSYNC blasted out at us.
"Hannah's been in here. I'm going to kill her." I said as Scott reached over and flipped the switch for the radio.
"You have a really short attention span, and incredibly bad focus." Scott flipped the French book over to my bed. "Watch, you're going to be studying tomorrow in home room and you'll end up with a C on the test. Then Daniel will ground you, and we won't be able to hang for like a month."
"You know me all to well." I said dryly. The music on the radio did nothing to encourage me to study "I wish I still had my mixed rap CD."
"Daniel stepped on it." He pointed out.
"I know but," I shifted reaching behind my back where something was jabbing me. My hand clasped onto a CD. "Hey this is the one I lent Evan."
"Rap mix?"
I fingered it. "Yeah. Oh, well I must've forgotten to give it to him."
"Uh, I saw you give it to him at lunch Amori." Scott raised an eyebrow, almost grinning.
Like I said before, I can turn my head at the weird and make up an explanation. I do this because whenever I used to see the scars on my moms face I needed a reason, and I wasn't ready yet to accept the fact that my dad did it. So I'd say she fell, or cut her self by accident. This habit has stayed with me through life. Anything I don't like just isn't true. So that's what I did with this.
"I probably forgot." I said, a little more forcefully than I had to.
I failed my French test and got majorly grounded; also got the whole 'boys in my room' privilege taken away too. Grounded in this house means you stay in your room anytime when you're not in school. Grounded for me means I sneak out and go boarding and skating with Evan Daniels after school and on weekends. I can't hang with Scott because that's who Mom and Daniel look for when I leave, they don't know Evan. Evan and I use the handrails at the old town hall to board. Then sometimes we head down to the old alleys. All I have to do is get back home by six in the evening and no one will miss me.
"So," Evan circled around me as I laced up my blades. "Have you and Scott started dating yet."
"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. "You know good and well we don't want to. Besides even if we did want to my mom wouldn't let us."
"The whole look a like thing?" He referred to the fact that Scott and I look almost like identical twins. It's just our faces. Same noses, eyes (ok, area around the eyes), ears and mouths. Our hair is the same shade too. In skin tone I'm a slightly darker than him because my fathers mother was African American.
"Maybe." I shrugged. "She really likes him and everything, it's Daniel who hates him, but she just really doesn't want us dating. She said it wouldn't feel right to her"
Evan gave a skeptical look, and then grinned. I finished tying my skate, and we were off.
"I told them where you were." Hannah's voice greeted me as I climbed through the dining room window. There she was lounging on the couch in the other room. Mom and Daniel were standing next to her, arms folded and glairing. Hannah was just like my mother, I could never sneak out with out them knowing and I could never get a lie past them, so now I was soooo, busted. And this would probably be worse than the time I snuck into an NC- 17 movie, and that was bad.
"Amorise Alexis Kyle, get in here." Said Daniel. I walked towards the room wondering what the hell gave him the right to call me by my whole name.
"Spare me the drama. I know I snuck out." I directed my words to him. "Punish me or whatever, I'll still sneak out."
"I forbid you to see that Summers kid again."
'Wouldn't an anvil be nice right about now?' I thought. I glared at mom and Daniel. Behind Daniel's feet sat an anvil. It took a lot for me not to make an ass of myself by fainting in shock. Mom noticed my stared shift places and she turned her head slightly to look behind her husband's feet. Her face turned a nice shade of white.
"Daniel, I think forbidding her to see Scott is a little extreme." Mom said calmly, staring at me. "He's one of her best friends."
"Yes, but he's…"
"Hannah, Amori go upstairs to your rooms, now." She said again, still calm and collected.
For once Hannah looked scared. I relished the look before picking up my blades and my skateboard. Hannah fell into step with me as we turned towards the stairs. She grabbed my wrist and jerked me to look at her.
"Your mom better not try and defend you, or I'll get you. You hear?" she tried to sound menacing.
I simply brushed her off with a shake of my hand and ignored her. Hannah followed at my heels past her room, past Lara's and to mine. She sat in front of the door scowling even as I locked it behind me. I tossed my gear onto the hard wood floor and sat down on my bed. No audible sounds came from downstairs as I strained to hear. They'd either moved or were talking in whispers. I sighed and looked up to my hammock. There sat Lara, her chest was slowly rising and falling and her eyes were closed. Asleep, in a cat like position. I wondered what she'd gone through today, she never falls asleep until about one in the morning. Then there was the question of why she was in here in the first place and not in her own room.
The voices down stairs were getting louder. It sounded like a huge argument had broken out. There was a crash, probably a lamp. Next were loud footsteps storming up towards my room.
"Get out here." Daniel's voice shouted through my door. His fists began pounding. Against my better judgment I stood up and walked to the door with the key in my hand. I'd barely opened the door two inches when he stormed in, hitting me in the face with the door. If looks could kill I'd have been dead. From above me I heard Lara groan and mumble about being woken up.
"I want you and your freak sister out of this house now." He said, almost growling. "I don't want my wife and daughter exposed to you two anymore."
"What the hell? We live here." Said Lara, using the trapeze to come down.
His eyes blazed, and he grabbed the both of us by our arms. I tried to break free but he held on tightly as he dragged us down the stairs. Hannah was standing in the hall as we passed with a smirk on her face. If I could've I'd have busted her nose in a split second. We reached the first floor and the front door. Daniel opened it and placed us on the porch.
"You have thirty seconds to get off my property." His hand reached up his sleeve. Never before had I seen a person this close to me with a gun. I shook, looking past him into the living room. Where was our mother? I saw the anvil sitting on the floor where it had been before. This whole thing was just wrong.
"Amori, c'mon." Lara tugged on my sleeve whimpering. I let her guide me down the steps to the street.
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Disclaimer: Scott, Evan, Kurt, Remy, Xavier, Ororo, Logan and all those other Uncanny X-men that I mention belong to the wonderful people at Marvel and Stan Lee. Amori, Lara, Hannah, Daniel and all the other minor characters I make up belong to me. If you want to use them you're welcome to, just let me know first.
Chapter One: Introductions
Scott Summers is my best friend. Scott Summers is also the guy my sister Lara is obsessed with because it's the name of a character on X-men: Evolution. I say coincidence. I don't care if the show happens to take place in our town of Bayville, or if sure Scott looks slightly like the Scott on the show. It's a cartoon for god's sake, and this is real life. My theory is that the producers of the show came up to this little town, spotted Scott and decided to model the cartoon Scott off him. After hearing this argument my sister will them ask, 'Well then Amorise, why is his name the same? It's just to strange.' I tell her that it's just a coincidence and that she has to except that. My sister has no sense of reason. Ok, I will admit that Scott does wear red-lensed sunglasses. At first I thought he was just humoring Kendra, but he wears them to school too, so that theory went out the window. He says his eyes are sensitive to light and lenses dampen it. I accept this. He's never lied to me.
We get a good laugh every Saturday morning watching X-men with my sister. She sits on the smaller couch staring suspiciously at Scott while we sit on the floor together. Sometimes Lara tries to catch Scott off guard and reaches out to yank off his glasses. My rabid sister expects red lasers to shoot out. What usually happens is I yell at her and she's relatively quiet for the rest of the half hour.
I met Scott in seventh grade at Jackson Junior High. He'd just moved from an orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska, and I'd just moved from Chicago. Both being new, and not knowing many people (well I knew my new sorta step sister Hannah, but she pretended not to know me) we hit it off. It's weird that we did, we're not anything alike. He's cautious, fair tempered, calm, accepts the weird, and pretty optimistic. I'm wild, have a tendency to ignore the weird and create my own explanations, short tempered, and I don't have a great outlook on life. He listens to R.E.M, I still listen to Run DMC. He's sweet, I can get evil. We bring out the best in each other. Our relationship is simply platonic, just friends. I can't imagine Scott and I dating, it just seems wrong.
The only thing we have in common is our sort of screwy families. Scott's parents are dead. They died in a plane crash in Alaska. He doesn't live with relatives in Bayville; he lives in a mansion owned by a professor. My parents split up in a rather nasty divorce. My father wanted custody of both Lara and me. Mom wasn't going to let that happen. See, my dads a guy who's to absorbed in his job to pay attention to anything unless it's hitting mom. Wonderful right? After a long battle mom finally got legal permission to take Lara and I to Bayville and never see our father again. But there was one thing mom hadn't told her daughters. She was moving in with a guy as soon as we got to Bayville. His name was Daniel Lance, and he had a daughter exactly my age named Hannah- secretly known by me as 'Worlds Slutiest Girl'. We hated each other right off the bat. Things got worse when Scott and I became friends. All Hannah's friends though he was unbearably cute, and got very upset when we started hanging out together. I explained to Hannah that we were not dating, but she, like Lara, has no sense of reason. In the end I stopped talking to her and stuck around with Scott more.
I don't think much of her father much either. Mostly it's just because he likes to brag; he brags about his job, our money, his father, his mother and anything else he can think of. Then there's the fact that he doesn't like Scott. It's the whole sunglasses thing. I'd like to tell Daniel to keep his opinions to himself, but I don't because I've seen the looks of love mom gives him and if she's happy then I figure I can at least try. When we first moved in with them he made the mistake of trying to toss Lara's comics, because according to him the whole prospect of fantasy is preposterous. 'They'll rot your brain' he said one day in disgust. ' Read your textbooks instead'. Lara is a black belt in Judo and tae-kwan-do. Daniel almost ended up with a broken nose (Lara 'mistook' him for a burglar). He learned his lesson about getting between Lara and fantasy that day.
We live on the richer side of town in a large house. Not mansion type, but nice. When we moved in I chose the attic room for its high ceiling. I have two beds, one on each side of the room. In one corner I have a ladder going up to the ceiling. When I get to the top of the ladder I have to jump from it onto the hammock below the skylight. Next to the hammock there's a trapeze that I use to get down from the ceiling. Mom doesn't like me jumping from the hammock back to the ladder. The absolute best thing about the room though, is that it has a lock. This is where Scott and I can do most of our studying with out interruption. Not that mom and Daniel think we're studying of course. But we are, with out Scott I'd be failing French and History.
"Jouer means to…" Scott prompted me from the floor.
I groaned, racking my brain for the answer. "Should I know this?"
"The test is tomorrow." He reminded me. "So?"
"Answer please." I said. The comfortable position in my hammock was lulling me to sleep.
"Read the book." Said Scott. He looked up at me, rolling his eyes. I reached up to the skylight ledge and grabbed the remote for my CD player. I couldn't stand anymore French verbs. When I clicked the play button the sounds of *NSYNC blasted out at us.
"Hannah's been in here. I'm going to kill her." I said as Scott reached over and flipped the switch for the radio.
"You have a really short attention span, and incredibly bad focus." Scott flipped the French book over to my bed. "Watch, you're going to be studying tomorrow in home room and you'll end up with a C on the test. Then Daniel will ground you, and we won't be able to hang for like a month."
"You know me all to well." I said dryly. The music on the radio did nothing to encourage me to study "I wish I still had my mixed rap CD."
"Daniel stepped on it." He pointed out.
"I know but," I shifted reaching behind my back where something was jabbing me. My hand clasped onto a CD. "Hey this is the one I lent Evan."
"Rap mix?"
I fingered it. "Yeah. Oh, well I must've forgotten to give it to him."
"Uh, I saw you give it to him at lunch Amori." Scott raised an eyebrow, almost grinning.
Like I said before, I can turn my head at the weird and make up an explanation. I do this because whenever I used to see the scars on my moms face I needed a reason, and I wasn't ready yet to accept the fact that my dad did it. So I'd say she fell, or cut her self by accident. This habit has stayed with me through life. Anything I don't like just isn't true. So that's what I did with this.
"I probably forgot." I said, a little more forcefully than I had to.
I failed my French test and got majorly grounded; also got the whole 'boys in my room' privilege taken away too. Grounded in this house means you stay in your room anytime when you're not in school. Grounded for me means I sneak out and go boarding and skating with Evan Daniels after school and on weekends. I can't hang with Scott because that's who Mom and Daniel look for when I leave, they don't know Evan. Evan and I use the handrails at the old town hall to board. Then sometimes we head down to the old alleys. All I have to do is get back home by six in the evening and no one will miss me.
"So," Evan circled around me as I laced up my blades. "Have you and Scott started dating yet."
"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. "You know good and well we don't want to. Besides even if we did want to my mom wouldn't let us."
"The whole look a like thing?" He referred to the fact that Scott and I look almost like identical twins. It's just our faces. Same noses, eyes (ok, area around the eyes), ears and mouths. Our hair is the same shade too. In skin tone I'm a slightly darker than him because my fathers mother was African American.
"Maybe." I shrugged. "She really likes him and everything, it's Daniel who hates him, but she just really doesn't want us dating. She said it wouldn't feel right to her"
Evan gave a skeptical look, and then grinned. I finished tying my skate, and we were off.
"I told them where you were." Hannah's voice greeted me as I climbed through the dining room window. There she was lounging on the couch in the other room. Mom and Daniel were standing next to her, arms folded and glairing. Hannah was just like my mother, I could never sneak out with out them knowing and I could never get a lie past them, so now I was soooo, busted. And this would probably be worse than the time I snuck into an NC- 17 movie, and that was bad.
"Amorise Alexis Kyle, get in here." Said Daniel. I walked towards the room wondering what the hell gave him the right to call me by my whole name.
"Spare me the drama. I know I snuck out." I directed my words to him. "Punish me or whatever, I'll still sneak out."
"I forbid you to see that Summers kid again."
'Wouldn't an anvil be nice right about now?' I thought. I glared at mom and Daniel. Behind Daniel's feet sat an anvil. It took a lot for me not to make an ass of myself by fainting in shock. Mom noticed my stared shift places and she turned her head slightly to look behind her husband's feet. Her face turned a nice shade of white.
"Daniel, I think forbidding her to see Scott is a little extreme." Mom said calmly, staring at me. "He's one of her best friends."
"Yes, but he's…"
"Hannah, Amori go upstairs to your rooms, now." She said again, still calm and collected.
For once Hannah looked scared. I relished the look before picking up my blades and my skateboard. Hannah fell into step with me as we turned towards the stairs. She grabbed my wrist and jerked me to look at her.
"Your mom better not try and defend you, or I'll get you. You hear?" she tried to sound menacing.
I simply brushed her off with a shake of my hand and ignored her. Hannah followed at my heels past her room, past Lara's and to mine. She sat in front of the door scowling even as I locked it behind me. I tossed my gear onto the hard wood floor and sat down on my bed. No audible sounds came from downstairs as I strained to hear. They'd either moved or were talking in whispers. I sighed and looked up to my hammock. There sat Lara, her chest was slowly rising and falling and her eyes were closed. Asleep, in a cat like position. I wondered what she'd gone through today, she never falls asleep until about one in the morning. Then there was the question of why she was in here in the first place and not in her own room.
The voices down stairs were getting louder. It sounded like a huge argument had broken out. There was a crash, probably a lamp. Next were loud footsteps storming up towards my room.
"Get out here." Daniel's voice shouted through my door. His fists began pounding. Against my better judgment I stood up and walked to the door with the key in my hand. I'd barely opened the door two inches when he stormed in, hitting me in the face with the door. If looks could kill I'd have been dead. From above me I heard Lara groan and mumble about being woken up.
"I want you and your freak sister out of this house now." He said, almost growling. "I don't want my wife and daughter exposed to you two anymore."
"What the hell? We live here." Said Lara, using the trapeze to come down.
His eyes blazed, and he grabbed the both of us by our arms. I tried to break free but he held on tightly as he dragged us down the stairs. Hannah was standing in the hall as we passed with a smirk on her face. If I could've I'd have busted her nose in a split second. We reached the first floor and the front door. Daniel opened it and placed us on the porch.
"You have thirty seconds to get off my property." His hand reached up his sleeve. Never before had I seen a person this close to me with a gun. I shook, looking past him into the living room. Where was our mother? I saw the anvil sitting on the floor where it had been before. This whole thing was just wrong.
"Amori, c'mon." Lara tugged on my sleeve whimpering. I let her guide me down the steps to the street.
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