REWRITE! Thought the old version could use a bit of help – the first chapters have such a high amount of hits and then suddenly it just drops…so I thought hell, why not try to pick it up?! Hope you like!
Summary: taking a few steps back in time, the Xmen, Brotherhood and Acolytes are all younger in age (14/15) and have never met. Journey through the story to discover what their first meetings will be like, where romance will blossom, and where hatred will feud. Romance, humour, clubbing, partying, danger sessions, fighting and so much more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Xmen Evolution is not mine and (unfortunately) never will be. Thank you for taking the time to read my story!
Key:
"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
(…) Extra information
Songs are in bold
"Telepathic thoughts are in italic and speech marks"
Notes/letters are in Italics
/…/ This shows a change of scene
Children of the Evolution
Chapter 1
VvV What to Wear? VvV
Xavier's School for Gifted and Talented YoungstersRogue and Kitty's Dorm; 6:00pm
Parties. Apparently to the whole world apart from her, they seemed to be the highlight of life – and Rogue could never figure out why. She used to enjoy them…used to go…but what was the point anymore; with skin like venom and an aura to put off even the toughest of men nobody paid attention to the girl and she liked it that way, so to Rogue's view; there was no point.
Why was she going to this one then?
Simple: Katherine Pryde. Tact the Valley girl lacked, but persuasion she was skilled in…although that wasn't surprising with her method for emotional blackmail/torture – Kitty crying vs. partying and the answer was simple. That's why in ten minutes Rogue had showered; found her outfit and was ready to rock and roll.
Looking to her mirror for amusement, Rogue simply stared back at her own face and heaved a heavy sigh whilst closing the damn thing. Hours she'd been waiting…Rogue was ready and had accepted that fact in under an hour…shame that everybody else had different ideas.
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Lexa and Tabby's Dorm"LEXA!"
Peering into the room as she made to pass it, Jean giggled, watching Tabby who managed to force her way out from underneath a pile of clothes.
"LEX-" Tabby tried again, only for her voice to be muffled by the skirt thrown at the girl's face. Quickly removing the item of clothing just in time, the girl ducked as a shoe was aimed for squarely between her eyes, which Jean dodged as the older girl entered the room.
Laughing at the scarf that had been thrown at Tabby's head – which the blonde rapped around her neck instead of throwing away – Jean spoke up, "having trouble?"
"Apparently she can't find anything to wear…"
"I'd never of guessed," and by easily placing a telekinetic shield about herself, Jean deflected another shoe and entered the walk in wardrobe in which the monstrous Lexa dwelled. "Having trouble?" she asked again, upon which the girl had a skirt thrown into her arms.
With Lexa you never knew what to expect. Temperamental was one word to describe her and even though she was troublesome it only meant the mutant fitted in more, giving her team a bit of variety they were only too keen to enjoy; the only reason Jean could laugh as Lexa screamed in frustration through gritted teeth. "WHERE ARE ALL OF MY GOOD CLOTHES?"
"Lose them?"
"Oh wait yeh," replied Lexa sarcastically; "I NEVER HAD ANY!" Rage followed, including a nifty throw of a pair of shoes at Tabby, Amara and Jubilee, who had both joined the commotion.
"Borrow some?"
"What?"
And Lexa silenced, gazing suspiciously at Jean who shrugged before Jubilee interrupted, "I have a gorgeous dress that would so suit you! I've never worn it cuz it's a bit to big around the bust for me, but it should fit. If not," the girl looked to Amara who motioned with her hands a pair of scissors, "nip and tuck."
Speaking up, Amara suggested her input, "Amanda could help cuz she's great with sewing; she should be here soon," and with that the girl turned to Jean, "we thought we'd let you know; heard your voice."
"Great! Ok; you go get the dress and I'll be back in a second…" just as she made to walk from the wardrobe, Jean turned to Lexa and sighed, "oh, and Tabby, please persuade Lexa to get out of the closet, it really won't help." And with that the redhead left the room, ducking in time as a bag flew at her head.
Rogue and Kitty's Dorm"Kitty, Amanda's here," smiling at Rogue as she called into the room, Jean only received a scowl and walked off mumbling to herself about Goths and smiling.
"What?" reappearing from the walk in wardrobe with a towel still rapped around her head and waist was seconds after Jean had gone and Kitty called out again confusedly, "who?"
"Amanda."
Pulling the towel off to rub her hair dry, Kitty tilted her head inquiringly, "what about her?" and upon Rogue's reply of the girl's arrival at the Mansion, Kitty squealed before dashing into the wardrobe again. "Oh poo!" came Kitty's muffled voice, and Rogue listened to the valley girl talking animatedly to herself whilst rummaging around, before reappearing with a pair of jeans and a strap top on, a dress in hand that she passed to her roommate. "Could you, like hang this up?" and the girl didn't wait for an answer before sprinting from the room.
Passing Kurt in the hall Kitty waved, dashing to the stairs as the furry elf joined her, "whats up?"
"'Manda's here," she managed to say through gritted teeth; her hairbrush currently residing in her mouth. Pulling it from her mouth, Kitty looked the boy up and down, "it's totally not a good idea to, like go down there like that you fuzzy elf! Her parent's might still be here!"
And Kurt clapped his hand on his head before yelling something that sounded like 'gloves' as he disappeared in a bamf of smoke, leaving Kitty to cough and splutter her way down the rest of the flight of stairs. "Amanda!" she called, smiling warmly at a young brunette who turned around, "hey; Kurt's just gone to make himself presentable," giggled Kitty before hugging her friend.
"What is Kitty wearing?" a voice whispered from nearby.
"Doesn't she normally take the longest to dress?"
"Who's doing what!"
"Jamie!" and the younger boy was pushed back as two boys watched the girls and adults in the entrance foyer, "man this is so boring…I've been ready for the past two hours!" and Ray scowled, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt whilst Bobby laughed.
Proudly puffing his chest Bobby competed, "three!"
"I've been ready for five!"
But everybody ignored Jamie who scowled and turned around, kicking his foot in the air whilst mumbling to himself as Roberto sniggered, "yeh Bobby; you can tell. Why don't you look at your hair; it's a mess!" And at this the cockiest boy laughed, straightening out his suit.
"Oh yeh, how long have you been ready," challenged Ray as he took Bobby's side.
"Half an hour."
Snarling was all either of the other boys could do as Roberto walked off mentioning something about seeing Amara, which he smugly jeered at Bobby about. The two boys were left scowling as Bobby attempted to flatten his hair in the reflection of the nearest picture, "bloody show off…" muttered Ray before yanking Bobby back into the rec room. "I think we have enough time for a bit more of Halo 3, don't you?"
"What a great idea…Jamie! Get off the game!"
"Aww, can't I play three player?"
Bobby shoved the youngest boy away whilst nicking the controller, "go pester someone else for once…better yet why don't you see how your girlfriend is getting on." And with that Ray and Bobby high-fived, watching Jamie storming out of the room.
"Losers…" muttered the boy as he headed down the corridor, passing Amara without any indication that he'd seen the girl, and she just shrugged, sighing.
As a voice spoke up behind them, Ray and Bobby turned to see a vision of a girl standing in the doorway, wearing simply jeans and a top, but a dazzling smile to go. A tumble of curls fell about her shoulders; preened to perfection already. It looked like Amara Aquilla was ready to go already, but both boys were contradicted in their hopes as she spoke up again, "sewing machine?" she repeated; having received only bamboozled (love that word) stares in reply the first time.
"Oh, hey babe." And Bobby stood to kiss his current girlfriend on the cheek before beckoning into a corner. "Over there; you almost ready?"
"Na; nowhere near." Ignoring the simultaneous groans from the guys, Amara shrugged, "just helping Lexa with her dress. I'll see you guys later." And with that she disappeared, leaving both boys to their sighing and graphical demolition of each other on the Playstation.
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An hour later; 7:30pm"And did you see Jubilee's dress; how hot was Lexa in that?" Kitty giggled and linked her arm into Amanda's.
"Totally! But did you see how skinny that girl was; toned or what? I was the one who had to nip and tuck the dress; it had to lose at least an inch or two off of the waist. Besides, it's now Lexa's dress; Jubilee let her keep it. I would too, knowing that Lexa's gonna dye it!"
Nodding in reply, Kitty watched Jamie and Danielle as the two went up the stairs, chatting quietly together whilst holding hands, before speaking in a low voice, leaning closer to Amanda as she gossiped. "But did you see Jubilee's face?"
Whispering back, Amanda gasped, "I know; she was so jealous of the fact it not only fitted Lexa's bust but had to be pulled in at the waist…"
"Apparently the waist was the only place it fitted Jubes; it was too big around her hips too! Someone's gonna be doing some extra Danger Room sessions this week," and both girls practically ran down the rest of the stairs, giggling profusely.
Lexa and Tabby's Dorm
"Lexa, d'ya have to dye it out here?" And with this Tabby peered at the large bucket sat on the girls' shared balcony, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Can't you take it somewhere else, ya know gal?"
"Sure; of course."
And with that Lexa picked up the bucket and brought it into the bedroom itself, plonking it carelessly on Tabitha's bed before walking away: oblivious to the dark liquid as it splashed around threatening to spill. "Alright! Alright!" yelled Tabby, conceding defeat as she lumbered back onto the balcony with the heavy bucket. "Watcha up to anyways?"
"I want the dress to match my hair," came Lexa's voice from inside their walk in wardrobe and as she reappeared the girl removed her towel from her hair with a flourish, "what do you think?"
Taking in the new hair colour with a wolf whistle, Tabby snapped her fingers and pointed to the unique midnight blue colour, "sexy! Bet your dad's gonna flip…"
"Oh well…" and with that Lexa gave an unimpressed shrug before going out onto the balcony; a pair of latex gloves in hand that she used to remove her dress from the murky concoction, hanging it over the balcony railings to dry. Leaving the room, Lexa was too busy wrapping her towel back around her head to turn and so she called over her shoulder; "couldn't chuck that stuff over the balcony could you? It's supposed to be harmless to plants." And so Tabby did as requested, throwing the dyeing concoction over the railings into the plants below.
"Splat! So it's a no go huh?" muttered the girl to herself before jogging after Lexa.
Eyeing Lexa's towelled hair-do as they went casually past the girl, Ororo side-stepped Tabby; avoiding a collision before picking up her conversation with Professor Xavier. "They do take a while to get ready don't they?"
Being hardly a question, Charles simply laughed, "do you remember the time we had to meet the President and I asked you to come; you yelled at me for at least five minutes for only leaving you a day to get ready in."
"Four hours," mumbled Ororo to herself, unable to resist herself as Charles began to laugh again, joining in as they discussed the event and the amusing happenings, mainly around Logan. "And do you remember attempting to get him in a suit!"
Sighing happily, Charles rounded the corner to come to a stop infront of the elevator and pressed the downward button, "quite; he had more trouble than even I did. Good evening Roberto, Sam." Raising an eyebrow at the two boys as they sheepishly replied with their own hellos, Charles stepped into the elevator the two had evacuated. Mentioning the fact that pupils were not allowed to use the lift without good enough reasoning was unnecessary; the troublesome two were looking guilty enough already and muttered their apologies before rushing off. "I'm surprised those two even consented to wearing them, let alone requesting I go into town to help them purchase suitable ones."
"They see you as a father Charles; or a substitute of one if you don't mind me saying," warmly Charles lay a hand on Ororo's and smiled.
"Of course not, it is a compliment from both them and you. The simple fact they themselves came to me to ask for help shows how they trust me," wheeling through the Entrance hall, Charles nodded and smiled at Jean and Scott's greetings, before turning to Ororo again. "And that is all I ask. It creates a larger family feel within this small community." Gesturing outside to Lexa, Rogue and Tabby who were busy helping Kitty with Amanda's things – a sleepover being arranged last minute – Charles showed his companion what he meant, "making people feel welcome to visit and even stay here."
Pausing to look at the girls as they chatted animatedly to each other, giggling and waving to her, Ororo smiled back and joined Charles towards the kitchen, "yes. Amanda certainly has made herself at home; I presume she is getting a lift too? And that is what you wished to ask me about?"
"Ah yes," as he steepled his fingers, Charles observed Logan whom he had found in the kitchen, residing behind a newspaper, "they'll be needing to leave in about and hour and will need some form of transportation. You may refuse if you wish, but I was wondering if either of you would-"
"No need Charles," interrupted Logan whilst he folded the newspaper away, tucking it inside his jacket as he observed Ororo, "we have already made an agreement. I'm out for a while this evening and so Ororo has asked Hank to take the X-van whilst she takes the people carrier."
Nodding to this agreement, Ororo smiled, "and Logan will be treating the two of us to a meal later this evening if you would like to join."
"That would be lovely," replied Charles, settling himself behind the table whilst Ororo put the kettle on.
End of chapter
Ok, complete change to what was chapter one! But I'm very proud of it and it has more essence of my newer writing style; man my writing style has changed in the last years or so! Lol! So I hope you liked the chapter and I'd be ever so grateful to hear what you thought were good points (and bad) – constructive criticism is always my fave kinda review, so don't forget to add some helpful hints. It only makes me a better writer .x.thriller.x.