Disclaimer: All characters, etc. Property of Marvel, Kids WB, and anyone else who happens to own them.
Note: Marvel decided to muck up the timeline with Evolution, making certain characters younger, while keeping some the same age. So I've decided that if they can do it. So can I.
Note 2: Just in case you can't figure it out. Text in side }{ denotes telepathic communication.
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Magneto! The last time the X-Men had seen him, was just before Scott and Alex obliterated Asteroid M. Two escape pods were launched, seconds before it exploded, but no one was sure if he had survived. It seems that question has been answered.
"Jean, check the Professor's files. I want everything we have on Magneto. Kurt, Rogue, prep the Blackbird for launch. I want it ready to go in 20 minutes. Evan, Kitty, get down to the infirmary. We don't know what condition the Professor and the others will be in when we find them. I want extra medical supplies on hand, just in case."
Everyone rushed off to perform their assigned task leaving Scott behind, with perhaps the hardest job of all. Deciding what to do next. He was sure that they had been taken by surprise and somehow incapacitated. That was the only plausible explanation for the circumstances. Scott knew Wolverine would have put up a fight if he had the chance. Yet nothing was broken, and there wasn't a claw mark anywhere in the mansion.
How could Magneto have done it, nothing made sense. There were far too many questions, and not nearly enough answers. If they were going to rescue the others, one thing was certain. They were going to need help.
While the others finished their jobs, Scott headed for the communications room. He had a couple of important calls to make.
"Alex, are you there?"
"Sure bro, what's up?"
"I'd rather not say, but you're going to have to cut your visit home short. We need you here." Scott stopped talking briefly and typed a series of commands into the computer. "I'm sending a mini-jet to pick you up. It should be there within the hour. It's programmed to take you to our next destination."
"You're leaving the mansion?"
"Trust me. I'll explain everything when we meet."
"Okay bro."
Scott watched as the vid screen went black, praying that Alex would make it without any problems. Running his fingers across the keyboard, he dialed another line.
"Hello. How can I help you Scott?" Scott could see the concern on his face.
"We've got a situation green."
"I see. How soon can I expect you?"
"Within the half hour."
"We'll be ready. Good luck."
By the time Scott reached the hangar the others had already boarded the X-Jet. He quickly joined them.
"Scott. A mini-jet just took off. Did you?..." It had been a long time since Scott had heard fear in Jean's voice.
"I sent it to pick up Alex. He'll meet us at our next stop. Everybody strap in it may be a bumpy ride." He hadn't officially finished his flight training, but between him and the computer. He figured they could make it. Punching a series of commands into the computer, the powerful engines came roaring to life. Scott eased the throttles forward to full, and they were gone.
They flew in silence, a myriad of thoughts on their minds. "We're here." Scott said. "Hopefully I can land this thing."
}Easy Mr. Summers, your coming down a little fast.{ Scott was accustomed to telepathic communication, but the sudden intrusion caught him off guard. }You may want to lower the landing gear.{
The jet touched down with a thud, and the boarding ramp opened. One by one, they filed out of the jet. In a way it was like looking at one of those funhouse mirrors, they saw themselves only different, distorted. Then one of the adults spoke.
"X-Men. I'd like you to meet Generation X."
