Okay, here is chapter two (or one if you count the first one as a prologue). I know people are reading this because I've gotten story alerts. However, if you bother to make it a story alert, please leave a review, even if it just a 1 word one. It helps me get chapters out faster.

Anyway, you meet a few new characters in this chapter. They are even younger than the New Recruits. They become relevant a bit later. All mistakes are due to me writing this in the middle of the night.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution. If I did, the show would have continued for another season at least.

David's POV

In retrospect, he could have given a better response. David sighed internally, focusing on the girl who was responsible for his recent soaking. Red-haired and blue eyed, Lea had a fiery temper and very little patience. It was ironic that such a person had the mutant ability of hydrokinesis, total control over water, be it water vapor or frozen ice.

"Are you awake now?" Lea questioned, glaring at him. The glare, along with his recent soaking was due to the fact that, when she burst into his room a few minutes ago, he had responded with a particularly…insensitive comment.

"I'm sorry, and yes, I'm up, as you can well tell," David replied, trying not to raise his voice.

Lea crossed her arms. "Well, I'm supposed to tell you to come with me and get in the danger room like the rest of us. There were some intruders, and, without the full X-men team here, Miss Pryde wants to insure we are all safe."

David gasped at her. "Intruders? Here? How?"

Lea shrugged. "I don't know, they somehow managed to bypass the security systems. We need to hurry, if they somehow get to us, you, me, and Natasha are the only ones with any offensive abilities."

David nodded. Many of the younger mutants' abilities were geared toward nonviolence. For example, one had a perfect memory, able to recall anything she had ever heard, seen, read, etc. Another could cause you to focus on anything but a certain idea or object, or to focus only on it. The only other one with offensive abilities, Natasha, had the power to expel a large amount of brightly shining energy. This energy was extremely hot and caused burns as well as providing concussive force. David himself had the ability to absorb kinetic energy. This made him hard to injure. He could then use the energy to give himself a measure of super-strength or to charge up a weapon to hit with more force than was natural. He had to have the energy to do any of this, of course.

Shaking off his wool gathering, he quickly changed into dry clothes and followed Lea to the danger room. It was inactive at the moment, and full of the younger kids, some nervous and others just sleepy. Calling Natasha over, they began to discuss what to do if they had to fight. They were the oldest of those there, though David, the oldest, was only 14. As they discussed strategies, David silently prayed that they wouldn't have to use them, and that the X-men would be back soon.

Radar's POV

Radar surveyed the situation. It wasn't promising, they were outmatched at least two to one. True few, if any, of these mutants were official X-men, but he had seen people overwhelmed by sheer force of numbers before. This was, of course, ignoring the four cannons pointed at them. Then again, they wouldn't be a factor for long.

"Crash," Radar whispered, just loud enough to be heard by those around him, "can you take out the cannons?" His twin gave him a look that practically screamed of course I can, what are you, stupid? "Spasm, Sonar, any clue if we have any threats here?"

Sonar closed her eyes for a moment. "From the sound waves I can pick up, the only official X-men here are Nightcrawler and Shadowcat."

Spasm smirked. "A teleporter and a phaser. Useless in battle. We can take them."

Radar sighed. "We'll have to. Remember though, where just trying to get out."

Spasm shrugged. "Don't tell me, tell them," he replied, gesturing at the group who were beginning to power up their various abilities as they approached. Radar nodded, and the group immediately split.

Crash immediately headed for the top-left cannon. Her arm was already outlined in the purple glow, showing she was exercising her ability to project an energy that crashed anything electronic, or sometimes caused it to malfunction. She touched the machine, causing it to sputter then shut off. She flipped backwards, avoiding the blast from another cannon, and landed with the precision that years of competitive gymnastics training had given her. She placed her glowing palm on the next cannon, and soon after the third. When she reached the forth, however, she reduced the glow to surround only one finger. When she touched the last cannon, instead of it shutting down, it sparked and began firing wildly. She grabbed a hold of it, and turned it to those approaching them. The beamed slammed into a group of boys who looked identical. Due to the fact they vanished when hit, it was a multiplier. She smiled, and searched for another target.

Sonar and Spasm were doing the most damage, at least to Radar's sight. He was focusing on them more than Crash; he knew his sister could take care of herself. As he watched, Sonar sent what looked like a wolf running with a particularly loud sonic blast; it must have hurt the wolf's sensitive ears. His guess was confirmed when the wolf shifted into a girl, her hand holding her ears and looking pained. Spasm had three or four of the mutants on the ground around him, clutching various parts of their body. Though Spasm's psychic sword couldn't cause real wounds, it sent signals to the nerves and the brain that told them they were injured. Radar saw he was breathing heavily though, and he knew it was taking a lot of energy.

Radar froze for an instant, his sensitive nose catching a faint whiff of brimstone. Therefore, he wasn't startled when a blue, fuzzy, devil-looking thing appeared in front of him. Acting purely on reflex, he slammed his fist into the thing's face, following it up with a savage kick. Just as Crash had taken gymnastics, he had taken martial arts, and had kept in practice. Many of the moves were reflex by now. He was about to go assist Spasm, when he found him face to face with the girl Spasm had hit earlier. The thought that she was extremely talented to be able to sneak up on him without him hearing her flashed through his mind. Then, he heard a telltale snikt, and the girl launched herself at him, claws outstretched. Radar dodged, avoiding her by a fraction of an inch. He could tell this would be harder than normal. It was normally easy for him to win in a fight, most fighters, even those who had experience, telegraphed their moves quite obviously, at least to someone with his super-vision. The girl though, she who had to be X-23, had been trained to fight from birth. She wasn't perfect, but she telegraphed the barest amount, and he could hardly see it, even with his vision. Therefore, their fight continued to be a stalemate. She couldn't manage to hit him, and he didn't have time to try to strike her, not that he thought it would have any effect with her healing factor.

The others weren't holding up that well either. Spasm was almost totally exhausted, and his early victims were beginning to recover. Crash had lost her cannon, Shadowcat had phased through it, disabling it. Sonar had the phaser restrained at the moment, her sonic blasts loud enough to stop Shadowcat from concentrating enough to phase. However, Sonar was also close to her limit.

As Radar dodged yet another blow, he heard a faint sound in the distance. However, he was too preoccupied to concentrate on it. However, he realized what it was when a large black jet passed over them. The Blackbird, carrying in it the rest of the X-men team. Radar stared at it in dismay. Were doomed, he thought. He didn't have time to do anything else, because at that moment X-23 hit him in the back of the head, luckily without claws out, and all he knew was blackness.

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