Disclaimer: Well since A) I still go to school and B) don't live anywhere
near the place where they make X-Men Evo it's pretty obvious I don't own it
nor any of the characters or places that are recognizable. I do however own
the following characters: Summer Breen, Lela Alder, Richard J. Alder,
Melisma Kay and Ollie the Butler. Becs owns Toby and Nicholas (she's really
cool, she drew me a pic of Summer for me! :D)
Blink And You'll Miss It
Note: My universe is different to the normal one. In mine everything in Season Two minus the last three episodes happened. Therefore no one knows that mutants really exist. But a few things in Season three do happen. Lance and Kitty break up and Gambit is around.
Chapter Seven: Who Are Dey?
Summer arrived at school the next morning looking a lot paler and thinner than usual. It was quite obvious that she had indeed been sick. She walked up the steps of Bayville High wishing she were back in bed. Every step she took sent another stab of nausea to her stomach; every second hoping she wasn't going to vomit any time soon. It wouldn't do any good to have this morning's breakfast decorating the school.
Meanwhile the X-Men had just arrived at school and were getting out of Scott's car.
"So remember Summer's coming home with us after school ok? She'll meet us in the parking lot," Scott reminded the others as they started walking. The X-men nodded their heads showing their leader they understood.
Jean bit her lip,
"Poor Summer. From what Storm told her powers are really physically demanding."
Kitty nodded,
"Yeah like, I thought my powers were bad. Imagine like having to deal with all that. Yuck, I overheard Storm telling Mr Logan that she had severe burns all over her arms."
"Not to mention she was unconscious for nine hours," Evan added.
Rogue wasn't listening to the discussions. She was deep into her own thoughts.
"I know exactly what she's going through," she thought unhappily, "I should really talk to her."
************
Summer walked through the front door of the school. Everything around her was a blur of colour and figures, all moving too fast for her to get a clear view. She rubbed her temples as she tried to take deep breaths. Just then someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around, breathing a sigh of relief at the figure in front of her.
"Hey Sunny," Toby ran his fingers through his shaggy black hair.
Summer smiled meekly for a moment before frowning again. Toby looked at her with forlorn eyes as they walked down the corridor, Summer's head bowed down and her hair covering her face in a veil. It was a few minutes later that she blurted,
"So what can you do?"
"S-sorry?" Toby stammered, confused.
"Power wise,", Summer rephrased uneasily, "I just.well you're a mutant too right? What can you do?"
"Well," Toby started, " when I get angry I make things spontaneously combust and also I can create fireballs."
Summer blinked,
"That sounds cool."
"Yeah well, it leaves me feeling like dog vomit later afterwards," Toby muttered, holding his books tightly against his chest, "So it better be cool."
Summer's stomach gave a squirm, but she masked it from her pale face. Instead, she started laughing quietly before breaking into a fit of coughs. Toby face looked troubled and worried as he patted her on the back. It took a few minutes before she calmed down.
"I better hurry up," Summer said, trying to brush him off without offending him. Without waiting for Toby's reply she took off from the scene. Toby looked at her sadly before something caught his eye.
A small piece of paper seemed to have fallen out of her bag. Toby bent down and picked it up. He unfolded the note and read on:
Meet me behind the bleachers at lunch. Come alone. You Know Who.
Toby's body tensed up as he stuffed the note in his jean pocket. He didn't like the sound of this at all.
Summer panted heavily as she ran down the hall. She reached her locker only to see the jock and the cheerleader, which she had named B-1 and B-2 (Bastard One and Bimbo 2) snogging in front of her locker. She sighed as she made her way to the soda machine.
Today was going to be one of those days.
*********
Lance was worried about Summer. She had spoken less than two words since they had arrived at chemistry. Usually they would play tic-tack-toe and talk about the latest rock band they liked, but today she seemed distant. Mr Manson, the chemistry teacher, was now discussing endlessly about how the contributions of three scientists named Dalton, Gay suck it (something like that) and someone that sounded like Avocado helped the understanding of formulae, equations and moles (he had no clue if the teacher was talking about the animal or the pigment on the body). Lance turned to Summer and elbowed her softly on the ribs. She glanced over at Lance, her face sunken- looking with bags under her eyes.
"What Lance?" Summer whispered as she copied down notes off the board.
Without thinking, Lance put his hand on hers as he said soothingly,
"Wanna ditch next period? You look like you need it."
She intentionally looked startled at Lance's actions but then smiled sincerely and nodded. Lance gave her a toothy grin as he started to stroke her hand with his thumb. He didn't know why he was doing this, it almost felt natural, and it.it just felt right. Then..
"Alvers, Breen. Excuse me interrupting your little love session but pay attention!" Mr Manson frowned hard at them. Summer jumped in shock as Lance yanked his hand off hers. Mr Manson had been giving them hell since Summer's outburst on her first day. The rest of the class started to snigger. Except for one. Kitty turned suddenly looked enviously at Summer before going back to work. Lance's eyes widened. She was jealous.. she still had feelings for him!
Well, he thought, that's a start.
**********
It was lunchtime and Summer made her way through the crowd as she ambled her way to the bleachers. She had told Lance she had to meet her English teacher about the work she missed the previous day.
"I wonder what he wants", she thought as she narrowly avoided colliding into someone's shoulder.
Meanwhile Toby and Pietro followed behind her, staying out of sight.
"Why are we doing this?" Pietro asked angrily as they hid behind a corner, watching Summer.
"Cause," Toby hissed, "there's something about this that doesn't fit. It seems kinda shady."
"Everything seems shady to you hypochondriac," Pietro snorted, "you think the grocery boy is out to get you just because the plastic bag he gave you ripped!"
"Hey that bag already had a hole in it. He must have poked a hole before putting the groceries in it!" Toby rebutted, however weakly.
Pietro shot him a look before stopping abruptly. Toby ran into him and fell over on his backside painfully. Pietro sighed as he got him up. The two mischief-makers ducked swiftly behind some trashcans. Summer was standing underneath the bleachers waiting. At that moment something came out of the shadows.
"'Ello Petite."
There in front of Summer stood a tall man in a large brown trench coat. He must have been about in his late teens although he looked much older. He had shoulder length dark brown hair that was tied up loosely. He had a firm build and broad shoulders. His high cheekbones dominated his face, as did his very chiselled chin, which had a significant amount of stubble. But the most odd thing about him were his eyes.
They were red and black.
"What do you want?" Summer asked angrily as the man approached her.
The man looked at her for a moment before brushing a bit of hair off her face. She looked at him cautiously as he gave her a suave smile,
"What make you t'ink Gambit want anythin' chere?"
"Oh I don't know," Summer drawled, "Perhaps it has to do with every time you come you always want something."
"Mon Dieu you don't know Gambit as well as you think then," Gambit said lazily as he folded his arms over his chest, "Gambit simply wants to chat."
Summer raised an eyebrow. He laughed at her actions as he ran his fingers through her hair. Strangely she didn't seem to move.
"Chere, you grow more beautiful every time dis ol' Cajun sees you" Gambit said softly.
Summer swatted his hand away,
"I thought I told you, this would never work."
"You don't know dat," Gambit began but Summer stopped him by putting her index finger on his lips.
Summer gave him a cold look, "No flirting. Just.why are you here, really?"
Gambit sighed as he turned his head away from her,
"Gambit come wit a warnin', that is all."
"A warning?" Summer questioned.
"Oui," Gambit said, landing a hand on her shoulder, "Gambit can't tell you a lot, seein' as Gambit isn't all entirely sure what de heck is goin' on but he can tell you one thing."
"And what's that?"
Gambit paused before muttering,
"Dey're coming chere."
"Who are they?" Summer snapped, "Every bloody time I see you, you go on and on about these people. Who are they?"
The next words he said chilled Summer's heart to the very core,
"Dey be wanting you for their master".
Suddenly they heard a twig snap from behind them.
"Someone's comin'," Gambit looked over his shoulder apprehensively, "Gambit must leave."
"Now wait just a minute. . ." Summer strode over to him.
But he was already gone.
Summer turned her attention to the trashcans. She marched over and peered behind them. Pietro and Toby looked up completely terrified and confused.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" she screeched.
Toby and Pietro stood up slowly as Summer's face turned red.
Toby suddenly went angry,
"We have as much right as you, seeings as you can sneak off like that. And by the way, what the hell was that? Who was that guy?"
Summer gritted her teeth,
"None of your fuckin' business".
"Great, now you're speaking like him," Pietro gritted sarcastically.
Summer turned to storm away but Toby grabbed her arm and tugged her back.
"Let go of me you stupid ass," she spat as she struggled to get away.
Toby's grip got tighter,
"Not until you tell me, who the hell that was."
"He was a friend ok?" She gave in, "When I lived in Paris he lived in apartment next to mine. He was like my only friend, who was constantly hitting on me mind you, but I knew it'd never work. He was - still is - a thief and that was one of the reasons I don't really trust him. When I moved he was always there. He.he knows more about me than I know about myself, that's the scary thing. It sounds absurd but. it's like I know him from a past life."
She pulled her arm away from Toby's slack grip, who was just staring at her. Pietro put an arm around her shoulder,
"Whom was he talking about?"
"Beats me, he always goes on about people who are supposedly coming. I dunno he always was the liar."
Toby then blurted out,
"You know he was really hot, had that whole sexy suave thing going for him".
Summer tried to suppress a laugh,
"Does this mean you're over Petey?"
Pietro shot her a dirty look as they walked back to the school.
**************
It was the end of school and the X-Men were waiting for Summer. Scott was in the car tapping on the steering wheel impatiently. Jean was next to Scott applying lip-gloss in the rear view mirror. Rogue had her nose in a book, looking deeply enthralled by it. Evan was reading a comic while Kurt and Kitty were talking about something.
Minutes later Summer walked up, her arm wrapped around Lance's as she laughed at him and playfully punched him in the arm. Todd then grabbed her arm and swung her around while Toby and the others laughed and joined in the dance, arms linked swinging around in circles. Lance wrapped his arms around her and they started to sway in a rhythm unknown to the X-Men. Kurt sensed Kitty's shoulders getting tense as she looked angrily up at Lance. Lance let go of Summer's waist as she went and hugged them all goodbye. She walked down the steps and made her way to the car.
"Hey guys," Summer greeted, slipping into the car next to an extremely pissed Kitty.
There was a chorus of hellos as Scott started up the car and drove off. Summer didn't know what to expect at the X-Mansion. She was a little unsure, but it was only three days!
What was the worst that could happen?
************* Next Chapter: Summer goes to the X-Mansion. What will happen? Will the BoM make an unexpected visit? And will we see more of the lovely Cajun. Stay Tuned!! Hope you like it!! R/R Please! No Flamers!! Hids Give me some ideas on what you want to happen in later chapters.
Blink And You'll Miss It
Note: My universe is different to the normal one. In mine everything in Season Two minus the last three episodes happened. Therefore no one knows that mutants really exist. But a few things in Season three do happen. Lance and Kitty break up and Gambit is around.
Chapter Seven: Who Are Dey?
Summer arrived at school the next morning looking a lot paler and thinner than usual. It was quite obvious that she had indeed been sick. She walked up the steps of Bayville High wishing she were back in bed. Every step she took sent another stab of nausea to her stomach; every second hoping she wasn't going to vomit any time soon. It wouldn't do any good to have this morning's breakfast decorating the school.
Meanwhile the X-Men had just arrived at school and were getting out of Scott's car.
"So remember Summer's coming home with us after school ok? She'll meet us in the parking lot," Scott reminded the others as they started walking. The X-men nodded their heads showing their leader they understood.
Jean bit her lip,
"Poor Summer. From what Storm told her powers are really physically demanding."
Kitty nodded,
"Yeah like, I thought my powers were bad. Imagine like having to deal with all that. Yuck, I overheard Storm telling Mr Logan that she had severe burns all over her arms."
"Not to mention she was unconscious for nine hours," Evan added.
Rogue wasn't listening to the discussions. She was deep into her own thoughts.
"I know exactly what she's going through," she thought unhappily, "I should really talk to her."
************
Summer walked through the front door of the school. Everything around her was a blur of colour and figures, all moving too fast for her to get a clear view. She rubbed her temples as she tried to take deep breaths. Just then someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around, breathing a sigh of relief at the figure in front of her.
"Hey Sunny," Toby ran his fingers through his shaggy black hair.
Summer smiled meekly for a moment before frowning again. Toby looked at her with forlorn eyes as they walked down the corridor, Summer's head bowed down and her hair covering her face in a veil. It was a few minutes later that she blurted,
"So what can you do?"
"S-sorry?" Toby stammered, confused.
"Power wise,", Summer rephrased uneasily, "I just.well you're a mutant too right? What can you do?"
"Well," Toby started, " when I get angry I make things spontaneously combust and also I can create fireballs."
Summer blinked,
"That sounds cool."
"Yeah well, it leaves me feeling like dog vomit later afterwards," Toby muttered, holding his books tightly against his chest, "So it better be cool."
Summer's stomach gave a squirm, but she masked it from her pale face. Instead, she started laughing quietly before breaking into a fit of coughs. Toby face looked troubled and worried as he patted her on the back. It took a few minutes before she calmed down.
"I better hurry up," Summer said, trying to brush him off without offending him. Without waiting for Toby's reply she took off from the scene. Toby looked at her sadly before something caught his eye.
A small piece of paper seemed to have fallen out of her bag. Toby bent down and picked it up. He unfolded the note and read on:
Meet me behind the bleachers at lunch. Come alone. You Know Who.
Toby's body tensed up as he stuffed the note in his jean pocket. He didn't like the sound of this at all.
Summer panted heavily as she ran down the hall. She reached her locker only to see the jock and the cheerleader, which she had named B-1 and B-2 (Bastard One and Bimbo 2) snogging in front of her locker. She sighed as she made her way to the soda machine.
Today was going to be one of those days.
*********
Lance was worried about Summer. She had spoken less than two words since they had arrived at chemistry. Usually they would play tic-tack-toe and talk about the latest rock band they liked, but today she seemed distant. Mr Manson, the chemistry teacher, was now discussing endlessly about how the contributions of three scientists named Dalton, Gay suck it (something like that) and someone that sounded like Avocado helped the understanding of formulae, equations and moles (he had no clue if the teacher was talking about the animal or the pigment on the body). Lance turned to Summer and elbowed her softly on the ribs. She glanced over at Lance, her face sunken- looking with bags under her eyes.
"What Lance?" Summer whispered as she copied down notes off the board.
Without thinking, Lance put his hand on hers as he said soothingly,
"Wanna ditch next period? You look like you need it."
She intentionally looked startled at Lance's actions but then smiled sincerely and nodded. Lance gave her a toothy grin as he started to stroke her hand with his thumb. He didn't know why he was doing this, it almost felt natural, and it.it just felt right. Then..
"Alvers, Breen. Excuse me interrupting your little love session but pay attention!" Mr Manson frowned hard at them. Summer jumped in shock as Lance yanked his hand off hers. Mr Manson had been giving them hell since Summer's outburst on her first day. The rest of the class started to snigger. Except for one. Kitty turned suddenly looked enviously at Summer before going back to work. Lance's eyes widened. She was jealous.. she still had feelings for him!
Well, he thought, that's a start.
**********
It was lunchtime and Summer made her way through the crowd as she ambled her way to the bleachers. She had told Lance she had to meet her English teacher about the work she missed the previous day.
"I wonder what he wants", she thought as she narrowly avoided colliding into someone's shoulder.
Meanwhile Toby and Pietro followed behind her, staying out of sight.
"Why are we doing this?" Pietro asked angrily as they hid behind a corner, watching Summer.
"Cause," Toby hissed, "there's something about this that doesn't fit. It seems kinda shady."
"Everything seems shady to you hypochondriac," Pietro snorted, "you think the grocery boy is out to get you just because the plastic bag he gave you ripped!"
"Hey that bag already had a hole in it. He must have poked a hole before putting the groceries in it!" Toby rebutted, however weakly.
Pietro shot him a look before stopping abruptly. Toby ran into him and fell over on his backside painfully. Pietro sighed as he got him up. The two mischief-makers ducked swiftly behind some trashcans. Summer was standing underneath the bleachers waiting. At that moment something came out of the shadows.
"'Ello Petite."
There in front of Summer stood a tall man in a large brown trench coat. He must have been about in his late teens although he looked much older. He had shoulder length dark brown hair that was tied up loosely. He had a firm build and broad shoulders. His high cheekbones dominated his face, as did his very chiselled chin, which had a significant amount of stubble. But the most odd thing about him were his eyes.
They were red and black.
"What do you want?" Summer asked angrily as the man approached her.
The man looked at her for a moment before brushing a bit of hair off her face. She looked at him cautiously as he gave her a suave smile,
"What make you t'ink Gambit want anythin' chere?"
"Oh I don't know," Summer drawled, "Perhaps it has to do with every time you come you always want something."
"Mon Dieu you don't know Gambit as well as you think then," Gambit said lazily as he folded his arms over his chest, "Gambit simply wants to chat."
Summer raised an eyebrow. He laughed at her actions as he ran his fingers through her hair. Strangely she didn't seem to move.
"Chere, you grow more beautiful every time dis ol' Cajun sees you" Gambit said softly.
Summer swatted his hand away,
"I thought I told you, this would never work."
"You don't know dat," Gambit began but Summer stopped him by putting her index finger on his lips.
Summer gave him a cold look, "No flirting. Just.why are you here, really?"
Gambit sighed as he turned his head away from her,
"Gambit come wit a warnin', that is all."
"A warning?" Summer questioned.
"Oui," Gambit said, landing a hand on her shoulder, "Gambit can't tell you a lot, seein' as Gambit isn't all entirely sure what de heck is goin' on but he can tell you one thing."
"And what's that?"
Gambit paused before muttering,
"Dey're coming chere."
"Who are they?" Summer snapped, "Every bloody time I see you, you go on and on about these people. Who are they?"
The next words he said chilled Summer's heart to the very core,
"Dey be wanting you for their master".
Suddenly they heard a twig snap from behind them.
"Someone's comin'," Gambit looked over his shoulder apprehensively, "Gambit must leave."
"Now wait just a minute. . ." Summer strode over to him.
But he was already gone.
Summer turned her attention to the trashcans. She marched over and peered behind them. Pietro and Toby looked up completely terrified and confused.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?" she screeched.
Toby and Pietro stood up slowly as Summer's face turned red.
Toby suddenly went angry,
"We have as much right as you, seeings as you can sneak off like that. And by the way, what the hell was that? Who was that guy?"
Summer gritted her teeth,
"None of your fuckin' business".
"Great, now you're speaking like him," Pietro gritted sarcastically.
Summer turned to storm away but Toby grabbed her arm and tugged her back.
"Let go of me you stupid ass," she spat as she struggled to get away.
Toby's grip got tighter,
"Not until you tell me, who the hell that was."
"He was a friend ok?" She gave in, "When I lived in Paris he lived in apartment next to mine. He was like my only friend, who was constantly hitting on me mind you, but I knew it'd never work. He was - still is - a thief and that was one of the reasons I don't really trust him. When I moved he was always there. He.he knows more about me than I know about myself, that's the scary thing. It sounds absurd but. it's like I know him from a past life."
She pulled her arm away from Toby's slack grip, who was just staring at her. Pietro put an arm around her shoulder,
"Whom was he talking about?"
"Beats me, he always goes on about people who are supposedly coming. I dunno he always was the liar."
Toby then blurted out,
"You know he was really hot, had that whole sexy suave thing going for him".
Summer tried to suppress a laugh,
"Does this mean you're over Petey?"
Pietro shot her a dirty look as they walked back to the school.
**************
It was the end of school and the X-Men were waiting for Summer. Scott was in the car tapping on the steering wheel impatiently. Jean was next to Scott applying lip-gloss in the rear view mirror. Rogue had her nose in a book, looking deeply enthralled by it. Evan was reading a comic while Kurt and Kitty were talking about something.
Minutes later Summer walked up, her arm wrapped around Lance's as she laughed at him and playfully punched him in the arm. Todd then grabbed her arm and swung her around while Toby and the others laughed and joined in the dance, arms linked swinging around in circles. Lance wrapped his arms around her and they started to sway in a rhythm unknown to the X-Men. Kurt sensed Kitty's shoulders getting tense as she looked angrily up at Lance. Lance let go of Summer's waist as she went and hugged them all goodbye. She walked down the steps and made her way to the car.
"Hey guys," Summer greeted, slipping into the car next to an extremely pissed Kitty.
There was a chorus of hellos as Scott started up the car and drove off. Summer didn't know what to expect at the X-Mansion. She was a little unsure, but it was only three days!
What was the worst that could happen?
************* Next Chapter: Summer goes to the X-Mansion. What will happen? Will the BoM make an unexpected visit? And will we see more of the lovely Cajun. Stay Tuned!! Hope you like it!! R/R Please! No Flamers!! Hids Give me some ideas on what you want to happen in later chapters.