The Psylocke Chronicles
By William Logan

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, it belongs to Marvel entertainment

Note: This is merely the way I see Psylocke coming into X-Men: Evolution. If the actual writers decide to do it any differently, that's fine by me (just as long as they do it!!! I wouldn't mind Gambit coming aboard, either, people! Okay, that's enough ranting.... on to the show) This story is rated PG-13 for graphic violence in later chapters

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PART 1
"Meet Your Mates"
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The girl walked through the halls of Bayville High, fumbling to keep the text books she carried from falling in a giant heap on the floor. Her purple-dyed hair hung down in her eyes, partially blinding her. She had already bumped into more than one person, but aside from her pride, had gotten by unscathed without dropping any of her books. She finally made her way to her locker and cautiously freed one hand to unlock it, precariously balancing the books in one arm. A few students stood back, watching her, a couple snickered, and some just merely walked by. None of the teenagers, however, offered her a hand. When the locker door finally swung open, it bumped into the stack of books, causing them to crash onto the floor. Laughter erupted in the halls as the purple-tressed girl bent to pick up the fallen literature. She bit her lower lip to hide the embarassed frown as her cheeks turned quite red.

"Here, let me help you," a boy finally said, crouching down next to her, helping her gather her things and arrange them neatly in her locker. She looked at him and smiled, tucking her slightly curling hair behind her ear. She looked at him, he was quite handsome, tall, with a rather charming smile and neatly combed brown locks. One thing was peculiar about him, however, he wore nearly opaque red sunglasses which seemed to shine with an inner fire.

"Thank you," she said quietly, her upper-class British accent quite apparent, "I'm Elizabeth Braddock... I'm from England. Exchange student. You can call me Betsy, if you like." She blushed even more, her hands shaking a bit. Nerves, she supposed. She pulled her biology textbook out of her locker and closed it.

"Scott Summers," he replied, smiling and shaking her hand. She was pretty, he noticed from behind his crimson shades, but it was obvious that she was extremely shy and seemed to have the tendency to trip over her own two feet, "I hope you like it here in Bayville. Need help finding your class?"

"No, but thank you," she said, "I can manage myself just fine."

"Scott!" Betsy saw another boy come running up, his dark hair a shaggy mess, and his pants pulled down almost to his knees, a rather stupid fashion trend, Betsy thought, it made guys look like morons who didn't know how to pull their pants up all the way. "Scott," the new boy said again, "come on, ve're going to be late to class!"

"All right, Kurt, I'm coming," he replied, looking back to Betsy, "I hope to see you around. Was very nice meeting you," Scott said as he was yanked away by Kurt.

"It was very nice meeting you, as well, Scott," she said, her lips curling into a smile. She took a deep breath and grinned some more. She might just very well end up liking it here.

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Betsy had made it through biology and history without any further embarassing incidents. Now it was time for the biggest challenge for the new student... finding a table in the school cafeteria. She eyed the contents of her plate, mashed potatoes, pale green beans, and some unidentifiable meat byproduct drenched in gravy, with a bit of distaste, but she figured that she had to eat. She carried her tray through the cafeteria, looking out for an open table. Most of the students had already grouped off into their respective places. The jocks, the nerds, and the outcasts were all at their respective tables, with no room for Betsy at any of them. Then, finally, she spotted Scott, who was waving her over towards his table. She smiled and waved back and headed over in that direction. Scott was sitting with a few friends, Kurt, a pretty red-headed girl, a younger girl in a pink sweater with dark haired pulled up into a high ponytail, and a dark-skinned boy with blonde-dyed, close-shaven hair.

"Join us," Scott said, gesturing to a chair in between the girl in the pink sweater and Kurt, "everyone, this is Betsy Braddock. Betsy, this is Kurt, Jean, Kitty, and Evan."

They all exchanged "Nice to meet you"s and then went back to eating their lunches.

"So, are you, like, enjoying your first day here?" Kitty asked Betsy in a cheerful voice.

"It's been all right," she admitted, "not everyone around here has exactly been as friendly as all of you."

"Vell, the students hereabouts aren't always receptive to 'the new kid', trust me, I know," Kurt chimed in.

Suddenly, a carton of milk dumped its contents over the German's head. He stood up, glaring at the offending milk-carrier. "Vhat was that for, Pietro?!"

The white-haired boy shrugged and smirked, "For not following my fashion advice last time I saw you, blue boy," he winked and headed over to his usual table, around which sat an extremely large teen, another teen with dark hair and a leather vest, and a sickly-looking teen with abnormally large, yellow eyes and green skin.

"Who are they?" Betsy inquired, lifting a forkful of mashed potatoes to her mouth.

"They call themselves the Brotherhood," Scott answered, frowning, "they're a bunch of losers, the four of them. Not exactly the kind of people you'd want to make friends with. So, where are you staying while you're here in America? A relative's place?"

"Actually, I'm staying at the Xavier Institute," she replied. Glances were exchanged between all the collected students of the aforementioned school, realizing that the girl must have been a new recruit for the X-Men brought in by Professor X.

"Really?" Scott asked, smiling a bit, "so it seems we have even more in common than we thought... we all live there, too."

"So, like, what can you do?" Kitty asked in a hushed tone.

//I can read people's minds... much like your Professor Xavier// was the reply the collected mutants heard reverberate inside their heads. As it always was, it was something of an uncanny experience... it took quite a bit of getting used to.

A few moments later, the bell rang, signaling that classes were about to begin again. The X-Men stood up from their table and discarded the remains of their unappealing meals, heading for their classes, each thinking to themselves that it would be quite interesting having Miss Braddock on the team.

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