Hey every one. OK, I'm going to be breaking down Kimberly/Vixen's explanation on her past into a couple chapters. This chapter deals with her manifestation. I'm doing it cuz it's going to take a while for it all to be explained, and plus my mom is kicking me off the comp. Lol. I've been on for a little over three hours fixing this fic. Hope you like this Akasha.

Ya'll know who owns the rangers and X-Men, so I'm not getting into that. I broke down her list of gifts, to the ones that I really wanted her to have. Again, hope ya'll like this. Remember to R'n'R! yours till I see the applesauce, ~ Mistika





"Well, I have four different gifts. Telepathy, Flying, control of fire, and healing myself and others. I'm not an absorber, as you called it. My powers manifested when I was 17, I was training for the Pan Globels and I guess the training got to me, more than I let on. I was known as Kimberly back then, Kimberly Hart." her eyes took on a faraway look as she began reliving her manifestation, and the days, months, and years that followed.

^__^ ~~~~~ ^__^ ~~ 4 years earlier ~~ ^__^ ~~~~~ ^__^

Kimberly stretched as she sat up in her bed. She slapped the alarm clock off and smiled at the picture of Tommy and her at the Homecoming dance, that was on her bedside table.

"Morning Tommy!" she threw back the covers, and padded softly into the bathroom she shared with her room mate, Sherry. She quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. Letting the warm water wake her up.

After showering and changing into a pair of black leotards, and a dark pale pink body suit, with her Black and silver wind-breaker pants and her matching wind-breaker jacket. She pulled her brown hair into a high ponytail, slipped on some sandals, and was out the door to the compound cafeteria.

When she got there she found Sherry and Lindsay, a fellow gymnast, sitting at a table eating, and talking. She got a plate of disgusting goo that they called food and directed herself to the table. When she sat down, they smiled and then grimaced when they saw the food. She smiled.

"What do you think this really is, cause I know it can't be eggs. Oh well at least the fruit is edible." She laughed along with the girls, but the laughter soon died down as they saw Claire, Lindsay's roommate, hurrying to the table with a look on there face they knew all too well. She plopped herself down and started hitting her head on the table. Normally, a sight like this would be funny, but Claire was the most sane one in there group. When she finally stopped hitting her head and just rested it on the table, the girls looked at her worriedly.

"Let me guess, you ran into coach and he's in a piss off mood?" Lindsay asked and then groaned when she nodded. Kim sighed. She really liked Coach Smitde, but when he was in a bad mood he worked them until there body's were practically on fire with agony. She looked up when she noticed coach come into the room and directed his penetrating stare at the unlucky girls who were on training that day. The ones who were doing school, breathed sighs of relief, as he walked out of the room.

"Come on ladies, the torture chamber awaits." Kim commented and got muted groans in return. Kim stood up, and started out of the room, Claire, Lindsay, and Sherry following.

There prediction was right on bat, for Coach Smitde worked them harder than ever. Kim was getting tired and it was showing as she kept messing up her routine on the uneven bars. It was almost 8 o'clock by the time coach dismissed them. Kim sat down on the balance beam, exhausted. She looked up when Sherry, Lindsay, and Claire came over.

"Sherry, go on back to the dorm, I'll catch up later. Coach wants me to practice some more." She received looks of sympathy, as they walked out of the gym. Sure enough, a minute later coach came back into the gym and pointed directly to the beam. She sighed and hopped on. She began the routine, concentrating hard, knowing coach would have gone back into his office. She began thinking about Angel Grove, and how much she missed it. She thought about Tommy, and how much she loved him, she thought about Jason, Zack, Trini, and Billy, and wondered how they were. She was thinking about all this, and more besides, so when she fell, it wasn't all that strange. What was strange however, was the fact that she hadn't landed on the mat. She looked down and saw she was floating about an inch above the mats. Her eyes widened as big as saucers. She shrieked and fell down hard on the mats. Coach came running out, and saw her laying on the ground, not moving. He rushed to her side and helped her up. She looked at her feet and saw that they were firmly on the ground. She shook her head. *I'm definitely working too hard* she thought., She looked up at coach and saw his frown.

"Well if you think you can't handle the work load, maybe you should go back to Angel Grove." He said, stunning her. It wasn't the fact of what he just said, it was the fact that she had thought about working too hard, she had never said a word out load. She swallowed.

"I can handle it, I just need a little more sleep that's all. Can I go back to my dorm?" she heard his answer in her head before she heard it in come out of his mouth.

"Practice for ten more minutes, then you can go to your dorm." She nodded and went to go to the uneven bars but stopped short when she heard his thoughts again.

*And while your doing that, I'm going to look over your experience with professional training again.* She swallowed back tears and put him out of her mind. She covered her hands with the chalk, and ran and started her routine. As she was doing a reasonably hard part she felt herself flying. Literally. She looked down and saw that she was flying up near the roof of the gym. Her eyes widened when she heard Coach Smitde's voice in her head again.

*Sweet mother of Jesus!* She looked down and saw coach staring at her with his eyes wide as saucers, popping out of there sockets and his jaw slack. She heard his thoughts and suddenly like a tidal wave, she heard, hundreds upon thousands of voices in her head. She went to put her hands to her ears to try and stop the flood of voices in her head and burned herself. She looked down at her hands in horror. They were literally on fire, and it didn't hurt. She screamed as she saw and felt her burns heeling. Suddenly she felt a dart in her eyes and her world went black a second later.

^__^ ~~~~~~ ^__^ ~~ present ~~ ^__^ ~~~~~ ^__^

Vixen looked at the group around her, who had been listening intently to her story. They seemed shocked. She didn't blame them. Scott finally found his voice but,

"That was your manifestation?" She smiled and nodded. She looked directly into his eyes, or his glasses.

"I was scared shittless. I was flying, my hands were on fire, I could feel myself healing form the burns and I could here others people's thoughts. Not a good combination." She looked down at her hands. Jean spoke up,

"How come you hands didn't burn, but your ears did?" she was looking intently at her hands. She got brief flashback of another memory and shuddered.

"My hands are the only part of my body that can touch fire and not get burned. The rest of my body however…." She trailed off. She looked around her. She smiled softly. They were all watching her.

"Want to know the rest of my SOB story?" at there silent nods, she took another deep breath and started up again.

"Well when I woke up, I didn't remember anything at first. But it all came rushing back….."