Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of X-Men Evolution. Glen
Hilliard and Sam Thomas are my own creations.
A cat walked down an alley in Bayville in search of a meal. As it was sniffing around some garbage cans, it saw a bright flash of light from the end of the alley. It gave a frightened yowl and fled out of the alley. A moment later, the light cleared and Glen Hilliard was kneeling next to a dumpster. He stood up and looked up at the night sky.
When am I? He asked himself, completely disoriented from the time jump he had just performed. It LOOKED like Bayville, but it could be any time. He had never traveled through time before, and under the current circumstances there was no margin for error.
He walked out of the alley and took a look around. The streets were devoid of people, and there was no traffic. Looking down the street, he saw a light at a newspaper stand. He walked up to the vendor and leaned on the counter.
"Excuse me, what day is it?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Whadya mean what day is it? It's the same day it's been all day!" the vendor said dismissively.
Glen felt a surge of anger. He grabbed the vendor by his shirt and pulled him in close. "I need to know!" he shouted.
"It, it's Thursday, the 16th! Just let me go!" the vendor said meekly. The night before Sam had died.
"Thank you," Glen said harshly. He released the man and walked off, not giving any thought to his uncharacteristic display of anger.
He suddenly remembered the beacon he was carrying. Turning down another alley, he pulled it out and toggled it. A red light on the top of it began blinking, but that was all that happened.
Glen waited a few moments for something, anything to happen. "This thing better work," he muttered to himself. A few moments later, the device began flashing green, and a voice that was unmistakably Magneto's emerged from it. It spoke only four words: "I understand. Work quickly," and then fell silent.
That's that, thought Glen. Now he needed to formulate a plan for how he would break into the mansion.
As he was studying the schematics that Magneto had given him, 3 men turned down the alley and crept up from behind. Thinking Glen would be an easy target for a mugging, one of them reached over Glen's shoulder and snatched the pad out of his hands. Glen whipped around angrily. "Give that back!" he demanded. "And who's gonna make us?" one of the men sneered, the stench of alcohol hanging off of his breath. Another of the men shoved Glen down and then took a look at the pad. "Let's see what we've got here," he said, looking at the pad.
Glen again felt his anger growing. Normally he would have just phased out of time long enough to snatch the pad back and make a getaway, but now he felt different. He could feel an untapped strength lying within him, and was aware of newer, stronger powers at his disposal. He also felt a disdain for these scum, and decided to test out these new powers on them.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said, and pointed his arm towards the men. A bolt of energy shot out and struck two of the men. They were engulfed in light, and when it cleared, there were two completely different people standing there. One of the muggers was now a wizened old man, while the other had become a baby, barely visible from the pile of clothing it was sitting in.
The third mugger looked at Glen in shock. "What the hell did you do to them?" he asked, terrified. He dropped the pad and ran for his life.
Glen looked at his hand in shock. What HAD he just done? He felt a wave of horror wash over him at the new level of power he had just displayed, but also, deeper down, a sense of pleasure for what he could do. He reached out his hand again. There was another flash of light, and the other two muggers were restored to their previous ages. They decided it would be a good idea to follow their leader's example, and turned tail.
Glen picked up the pad as they left and finished concocting his plan. He would pull off the theft tonight, but first there was something else he had to do.
Sam was sitting in his living room, recalling the events of his date with Glen. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He walked to the door and opened it to see a tall, youthful looking man gazing at him.
"Hello, Sam," Glen said.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
Glen winced; he had not been prepared for that, despite his altered appearance. "Somebody who loves you," he said, and saw a brief flare of recognition in Sam's eye.
"Glen?" asked Sam, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Yes, Sam, it's me. Can I come in?"
Sam opened the door further. "What's happened to you? You look completely different!"
"I don't have much time to explain it," said Glen. "I've traveled back in time, because there's something very important I have to do. And I needed to see you again before I do it, just one more time,"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, uncertain.
Glen paused, wondering how to say this. "Because in my time, you're dead," He saw the look of horror register on Sam's face.
"What. how?" Sam stammered.
"I don't know exactly how it happens. But I know that unless I'm successful, you're going to die in my arms, tomorrow,"
Sam gasped. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes. We'll be at the Institute, and something will happen to you. There's some kind of chip in your head, or there will be, and somehow it'll wind up killing you. Whoever put it in there is also going to brainwash you, so that you'll be completely unaware of what's happening to you,"
Sam thought back to their conversation earlier. "Did the person you told me about earlier, the man who wants to expose you, did he do this?"
"He's no man, but yes, he's the one responsible for this. He's the reason that I'm here, and he's the reason I look this way,"
"He did that to you?"
"Yes. He has some kind of machine that enhances mutant powers, and I went through it,"
"Glen, do you mean that you're actually working for this mutant?"
Glen knit his brow, aware that he had said a little too much. "Yes, I am,"
"But why would you help him, after what he's tried to do to you?"
"That doesn't matter now. Right now the only thing I care about is getting you back, alive. Everything else can sort itself out," Glen said.
"What about your friends at the Institute? What if Magneto manages to expose you?"
Glen paused; he really did not want to think about this now. "Look, maybe it won't come to that. But don't you see? You're what matters most to me! I love you, and I'm not going to let you die!" Glen said, a tear welling up in his eye.
Sam looked at Glen uncertainly. Glen had just said that he loved him. Ordinarily, he would have swooned, because it was the one thing he most wanted to hear Glen say. But this was different. This was not HIS Glen. Would his Glen be willing to turn his back on his friends, just for him? Whatever had happened, his future death must have affected Glen so much that he would do anything to prevent it.
Finally, he said, "Glen, I'm not sure if I like this, but if you feel that this is what you have to do, then go and do it," He gave Glen a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck," he whispered.
Glen hugged Sam tightly, afraid to let go. "I think we're all going to need some good luck," he said, and finally released Sam and walked out the door.
A cat walked down an alley in Bayville in search of a meal. As it was sniffing around some garbage cans, it saw a bright flash of light from the end of the alley. It gave a frightened yowl and fled out of the alley. A moment later, the light cleared and Glen Hilliard was kneeling next to a dumpster. He stood up and looked up at the night sky.
When am I? He asked himself, completely disoriented from the time jump he had just performed. It LOOKED like Bayville, but it could be any time. He had never traveled through time before, and under the current circumstances there was no margin for error.
He walked out of the alley and took a look around. The streets were devoid of people, and there was no traffic. Looking down the street, he saw a light at a newspaper stand. He walked up to the vendor and leaned on the counter.
"Excuse me, what day is it?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Whadya mean what day is it? It's the same day it's been all day!" the vendor said dismissively.
Glen felt a surge of anger. He grabbed the vendor by his shirt and pulled him in close. "I need to know!" he shouted.
"It, it's Thursday, the 16th! Just let me go!" the vendor said meekly. The night before Sam had died.
"Thank you," Glen said harshly. He released the man and walked off, not giving any thought to his uncharacteristic display of anger.
He suddenly remembered the beacon he was carrying. Turning down another alley, he pulled it out and toggled it. A red light on the top of it began blinking, but that was all that happened.
Glen waited a few moments for something, anything to happen. "This thing better work," he muttered to himself. A few moments later, the device began flashing green, and a voice that was unmistakably Magneto's emerged from it. It spoke only four words: "I understand. Work quickly," and then fell silent.
That's that, thought Glen. Now he needed to formulate a plan for how he would break into the mansion.
As he was studying the schematics that Magneto had given him, 3 men turned down the alley and crept up from behind. Thinking Glen would be an easy target for a mugging, one of them reached over Glen's shoulder and snatched the pad out of his hands. Glen whipped around angrily. "Give that back!" he demanded. "And who's gonna make us?" one of the men sneered, the stench of alcohol hanging off of his breath. Another of the men shoved Glen down and then took a look at the pad. "Let's see what we've got here," he said, looking at the pad.
Glen again felt his anger growing. Normally he would have just phased out of time long enough to snatch the pad back and make a getaway, but now he felt different. He could feel an untapped strength lying within him, and was aware of newer, stronger powers at his disposal. He also felt a disdain for these scum, and decided to test out these new powers on them.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said, and pointed his arm towards the men. A bolt of energy shot out and struck two of the men. They were engulfed in light, and when it cleared, there were two completely different people standing there. One of the muggers was now a wizened old man, while the other had become a baby, barely visible from the pile of clothing it was sitting in.
The third mugger looked at Glen in shock. "What the hell did you do to them?" he asked, terrified. He dropped the pad and ran for his life.
Glen looked at his hand in shock. What HAD he just done? He felt a wave of horror wash over him at the new level of power he had just displayed, but also, deeper down, a sense of pleasure for what he could do. He reached out his hand again. There was another flash of light, and the other two muggers were restored to their previous ages. They decided it would be a good idea to follow their leader's example, and turned tail.
Glen picked up the pad as they left and finished concocting his plan. He would pull off the theft tonight, but first there was something else he had to do.
Sam was sitting in his living room, recalling the events of his date with Glen. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He walked to the door and opened it to see a tall, youthful looking man gazing at him.
"Hello, Sam," Glen said.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
Glen winced; he had not been prepared for that, despite his altered appearance. "Somebody who loves you," he said, and saw a brief flare of recognition in Sam's eye.
"Glen?" asked Sam, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"Yes, Sam, it's me. Can I come in?"
Sam opened the door further. "What's happened to you? You look completely different!"
"I don't have much time to explain it," said Glen. "I've traveled back in time, because there's something very important I have to do. And I needed to see you again before I do it, just one more time,"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, uncertain.
Glen paused, wondering how to say this. "Because in my time, you're dead," He saw the look of horror register on Sam's face.
"What. how?" Sam stammered.
"I don't know exactly how it happens. But I know that unless I'm successful, you're going to die in my arms, tomorrow,"
Sam gasped. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes. We'll be at the Institute, and something will happen to you. There's some kind of chip in your head, or there will be, and somehow it'll wind up killing you. Whoever put it in there is also going to brainwash you, so that you'll be completely unaware of what's happening to you,"
Sam thought back to their conversation earlier. "Did the person you told me about earlier, the man who wants to expose you, did he do this?"
"He's no man, but yes, he's the one responsible for this. He's the reason that I'm here, and he's the reason I look this way,"
"He did that to you?"
"Yes. He has some kind of machine that enhances mutant powers, and I went through it,"
"Glen, do you mean that you're actually working for this mutant?"
Glen knit his brow, aware that he had said a little too much. "Yes, I am,"
"But why would you help him, after what he's tried to do to you?"
"That doesn't matter now. Right now the only thing I care about is getting you back, alive. Everything else can sort itself out," Glen said.
"What about your friends at the Institute? What if Magneto manages to expose you?"
Glen paused; he really did not want to think about this now. "Look, maybe it won't come to that. But don't you see? You're what matters most to me! I love you, and I'm not going to let you die!" Glen said, a tear welling up in his eye.
Sam looked at Glen uncertainly. Glen had just said that he loved him. Ordinarily, he would have swooned, because it was the one thing he most wanted to hear Glen say. But this was different. This was not HIS Glen. Would his Glen be willing to turn his back on his friends, just for him? Whatever had happened, his future death must have affected Glen so much that he would do anything to prevent it.
Finally, he said, "Glen, I'm not sure if I like this, but if you feel that this is what you have to do, then go and do it," He gave Glen a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck," he whispered.
Glen hugged Sam tightly, afraid to let go. "I think we're all going to need some good luck," he said, and finally released Sam and walked out the door.