I do not own X-Men: Evolution or anything to do with it. Except this story, or course.
Abigail lazed back in her chair, tipping her head back and letting her hair hang away from her neck. It was hot outside, and the warm air circulated within the classroom as efficiently as a terrier trying to run a computer via a hamster wheel. Abigail's neck was damp with sweat, but even though it may sound quite repulsive, she could smell the faint odour coming from the boys at the back of the classroom where the windows were. The people in the front row bathed in the cool air radiating from the painfully slow rotating fan, and as Abigail rested her head in her arms once more, she felt the heavy air settle upon her once more. Temptation to use her power flittered through her, but seeing as all the windows were closed and she was in the second-last row, a breeze would have been welcome, but most strange among those who were next to her. She fought off the desire to expel water from the fire extinguishers above her head and started to doodle on the inside cover of her geography book. Soldiers and castles joined a herd of cows running across a desert strewn with cactuses and pink flowers. And on the edge of her book, an apple tree stood spreading it's branches over a plane with a forked tail hanging down and twisting in the air…
"Abigail?" Abigail snapped her head up and covered her book cover with her hand. She then ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face, and sat up straight to look over the head of the basketball captain sitting in front of her.
"Yes, Mr Green?"
"I would be most grateful if you answered my question."
"Um-" Abigail scanned the board. Coastal processes, a clip diagram, some dots in a crudely drawn sea…erosion! What was it?
"Attrition, Mr Green?" She ventured, closing her book slowly.
"Yes, Abigail, that's it. And the other…?" Mr Green looked through his thick glasses and blinked in quick succession, a habit which spawned him the name "Blinky".
"Errr…I'm not sure…"
"Ah, veering between destructive and constructive, hm?" He chuckled, and carried on talking, marking Abigail's wit. "Very witty, very witty indeed…well, class, I can tell you that it's destructive-the fetch…" Abigail sank back into her seat. She had no idea what had just occurred in Mr Green's mind, but she was glad not to be the centre of attention any more. It was never very fun when you had no idea how to react. She fiddled with a hairband on her wrist she had picked up somewhere, and then reached up to tie her hair into a ponytail. As she leant her head back to grasp at all of her hair, she looked up through the skylight at the back of the classroom. She held this position for quite a while- because she could not stop staring. Peering through the skylight was Kurt, looking quite agitated, and with a couple of silent yells, Evan, Kitty, Jean and Scott's head popped into view as well, all circling round the skylight. They all held the same expression of worry. Abigail was no lip-reader, but it was plainly obvious that she was needed urgently.
Mr Green was in the process of explaining corrosion to his class when a hand suddenly shot up above the heads of the other pupils. It stood still for a few seconds, then started to wave manically. Mr Green stopped and sighed.
"What is it, Abigail?"
"Sir, can I go to the toilet, please?" Mr Green held back a laugh. No wonder Abigail had sounded strained before.
"Can't you wait five minutes or so for the bell?" He asked, taking pleasure in this detour from his usual lessons.
"No sir, it's urgent." Abigail rolled her eyes, knowing that he could not see her. She cursed inwardly as she decided to resort to almost certain ridicule among her classmates. This had better be worth it. Was all that she thought, before she winced and opened her mouth to speak.
Abigail fell out of the classroom and ran down the corridor to the hysterical laughter emanating from classroom XII. Hr last glimpse of her geography lesson was Mr Green's red face and widened eyes, and the indulgent faces of her delighted classmates. She swung her bag over her shoulder and skidded round the corner, throwing caution to the side as she blew the doors open when she was metres away. They banged against the walls with an almighty sound, and when Abigail was still speedily sprinting ino the fresh air, she heard the alarmed cries from the labs on either side of the doors. A small boom followed her s she made her way to the only part of the building that had no windows on all it's four storeys- the presentation room and all of the changing rooms and toilets. She launched herself off the ground and shot through the air like a bullet from a gun and dropped onto the gravely roof of the school, jumping over pipes and down ladders until she reached the gathering of her friends atop of the part of the building that housed the high-ceilinged assembly hall. She panted as she came to a halt before them, the looks of urgency on their faces still present.
"For god's sake, what the hell's happened?!" She gasped as she rested her hands on her knees and bent over, pulling in great gulps of air. No-one answered her. Abigail looked up through a curtain of ginger hair. Something was very wrong.
"What?" She asked, straightening up. Her voice was still ragged. "What's happened? Why are we up here?" The sound of a plane passed overhead. Abigail looked from face to face. "Look, what-" The sound of the plane was getting louder. Abigail followed her friend's gazes upwards and saw the familiar shape of the Xavier Institute plane hovering a dozen metres above her head. The back of it was open, and there was Logan and Ororo, in their full x-men kit. Abigail heard a 'poof', and looked back to se only Jean standing infront of her. Abigail felt dread run through her body as she recalled a proposed Health Department incident a couple of months back, and about a certain policy that had been raised…
"Oh god." She stepped back. "He's…oh, Christ…"
"We're doing everything we can, honest, we are. The professor thinks it best that you're kept somewhere away from people who could be harmed. There was just a small fault in the filing office, a mix up…"
"Is he close?"
"Relatively." Abigail swallowed.
"Oh. Well."
"Abigail-"
"Jean," Abigail breathed deeply. "Just get me somewhere safe. Please."
Sorry for the delayed update! BP