Hey howdy, X-men Spider-man, and Gundam Wing are like my absolute fav
things so here is my attempt at and X-men fic. This is my own universe
(hey X-men gets redone so many times who would really notice right?). This
is sort of the made for live action TV version, you know and action drama.
So enjoy and let me know what you think. Oh and of course R/R. oh and by
the way, the character references I know are the Ultimate comics, the old
fox cartoon, the new WB cartoon, and the movies. So please forgive if it
diverges from the original comic entirely.
The Academy
File 1: Assembling the perfect teams.
It was Friday. Alex Masters had no greater joy in life than surfing. But his foster parents had made a special request that he be home no later than 6:00pm and it was already 6:15pm. So he grabbed his board and waved good bye to his friends. As he made his way up the driveway he noticed a black Rolls Royce in the drive way. He whistled and stared at it as he raised the garage and stored his board. It was now 6:20pm and he knew he would get massively chewed out. His foster-parents weren't too bad. And if they chewed him out he knew that either he deserved it, or his foster-mom was on her monthly rampage.
He walked into the living room and expected it to be just his foster- parents sitting in their chairs waiting for him. But with them were three people; a bald man in a wheel chair, a tall Native-American man, and a shorter person in a cloak. Alex began to get nervous. With all the problems he had been having for the last five weeks, a month and a half after he turned fourteen, he thought maybe these people were here to haul him off to a laboratory.
"So Mom, Dad, who are these people?" Alex asked uneasy with the silenced.
The man in the wheel chair moved up to Alex and said, "Forgive me Alex. My name is Prof. Charles Xavier, my colleague Mr. Forge, and one of my pupils Kurt Wagner." The last one he said with a German accent so it sounded more like "Kert Vogner." He continued, "I run a school in upstate New York. It is a school for exceptional young persons like yourself."
Alex looked form Foster parent to foster parent for some sort of answer but both looked at him apologetically. Finally his foster mother Carol spoke, "Alex, we were seeking help in dealing with your.,.,., um.,.,., unique abilities. We stumbled across Mr. er Professor Xavier's school and realized that you aren't as alone as we thought."
Alex looked at Prof. Xavier and asked, "So what do they mean I'm not alone?"
The professor merely nodded to the figure who had until now been completely hidden in the cloak. Kurt dropped the hood and opened the front to reveal a startling form. His body was thin and wiry. His eye were gold, but most amazing was the fact that his whole body was covered in a fine dark blue fur. Also his spade-ended tale and dog-like legs surprised all three Masters'. The whole collection of oddities gave Kurt the appearance of a demon, especially the tail. Kurt looked at the floor as he could easily guess what the Masters' were all thinking. "Ja, I am no demon, though I know I look like one."
The Professor mercifully stepped in to alleviate Kurt's embarrassment, "This is a young man I rescued from Germany. As I said before his name is Kurt Wagner, but when he was in the circus he earned the nickname 'Nightcrawler.'" At the sound of his nickname Kurt actually seemed to swell with pride. "Kurt is a Mutant, like you Alex. He is a normal boy outside of his obvious body differences and the fact that he can.,.,.,"
Kurt cut the professor off as he supplied his own word, ".Bamf!" Then he demonstrated. With a sudden flash of light and puff of smoke which smelled like brimstone, Kurt vanished. In the same flash of light and puff of sulfurous smoke he reappeared behind Alex. His eyes were alive with excitement as he knew he was showing off something that made him very special.
"Whoa," Alex said surprised. He looked back at the professor who now had a hand to his head. Then Alex "heard" Alex was taken aback as he realized that the professor had sent that directly into his head.
Alex turned to his parents as the reality of all this was settling in. He wasn't alone. There were others with powers. There were others who could do things like he could. Then he realized what they were asking him to do; move to New York. He looked at his foster parents, who he had long since accepted as parents, and asked, "Is this what you want; me to leave and not look back?"
Carol gathered him in her arms and said, "Alex, no! we want nothing but what is best for you. You have brought such joy into our lives. We would love nothing more than for you to stay here with us, but we have to consider what you really need. You have to consider your difficulties."
Alex's Foster father burst out laughing at the word, "difficulties." He amended his wife, "Sweetie, his growth spurts were difficult, his voice changing was difficult. I cant describe shooting laser beams from his hands as anything short of impossible,"
Alex smiled as his foster-father summed up everything he had been feeling for the last month and a half. Alex stood from his foster-mother's loving grip and looked out the window and wondered something he always wondered when he was faced with a big decision. The professor interrupted his thoughts and said, "Excuse me Alex, but I can assure you that he would leap at this opportunity, as he already did."
Alex was confused until he realized that the professor had read his mind, and then he was in shock. "What.,.,., what do you mean he already did?! My brother died seven years ago, in the plane crash!"
"No Alex," the professor gently corrected him, "Your brother is alive and well, and until just this morning he thought that you had died. He blamed himself, a habit you might find he indulges in too much. Whether you choose to attend my school, where Scott resides, or not, you will begin to receive e-mails from him. He almost demanded to come today, but I thought it best that he meet you at another time when you did not so much to consider."
Alex was numb. His brother, Scott, was alive. He was not alone. 'Does this mean I'm still a Summers?' he thought unsure of himself now. Alex was about to ask this as the professor once again pre-empted him, "Alex, you are that which you make of yourself. Your brother rarely goes by 'Scott' any more, usually he is referred to as 'Cyclops,' so we are all who we choose to be."
Alex allowed this philosophy to settle in. The professor told him he had over night to consider, and even if he said no that he could always change his mind, but Alex said, "I don't need over night. I know what I want to do right now," he turned to his foster-parents, "Carol, Ted, you guys have been like real parents, and no matter what that wont change. But I have to do something, I am creating havoc here." He turned to the professor and said, "I'll leave as soon as I can pack and your plane is ready."
"Go and pack," Forge said with a smile, "The plane is waiting for us."
It was a tearful farewell as no one wanted to let go of their hugs, but eventually they had to. The entire plane ride Kurt kept talking about the Academy, he was like a walking brochure, but Alex couldn't concentrate. He was about to see someone he thought was dead. He kept thinking of different things; like what would it be like to look his brother in the eyes for the first time, or what would his brother be like now, what would he think of the way Alex had turned out, what was his power.
Alex had expected Scott to meet them right off the plane, but the professor informed him that he was currently showing another new student around and would meet them at the dormitories after Kurt gave him a brief tour. Alex was very thankful when Kurt decided to show the dormitories first. Kurt made this decision with a golden eyed wink in Alex's direction.
There were two teenagers at the end of the hall Kurt showed him into. Both around the same height and build, thin but strong. Both wore sunglasses, and had the same brown hair. One, though had it in a long pony tail, and the other in a short cropped standard haircut, not long, not short, but almost like it was regulation. One's glasses were standard black, but the other's were a brilliant crimson. Both turned to look at Kurt and Alex.
Alex needed no further clues aside from the hair; he ran and wrapped a hug around the boy with the shorter hair. "Scott," Alex nearly wept into his brother's shirt. Scott returned the hug, knowing exactly who the boy was; his younger brother he had lost when Scott was only ten. They held each other at arms length to get a better look at each other. It couldn't have been a happier day.
Suddenly the other boy who had been standing beside Scott spoke up, "Mon dieu, I hope dey don expect Remy to be dat friendly. Well exceptin o' course wit de ladies." Kurt snickered quietly to himself at the comment, and introduced himself to the Cajun.
"Gutentag, I am Kurt Wagner, but in the circus I vas known as de Eencredible Nightcrawler."
"Nice to meet ya homme, de name is Remy LeBeau, but all de ladies call Remy Gambit, 'cause de risk dere 'earts if dey gives dem to me."
Remy looked at the blonde boy who had finally detached himself form Scott. Alex offered his hand and said, "Alex Maste.,.,., er Alex Masters- Summers. Sorry but I haven't seen my brother in seven years, I.,.,., I thought he was dead.
"Well," Scott said finally regaining composure, "Why don't we take a grand tour, and after that," he said looking at Alex, "I think we have some catching up to do."
Well tell me tell me what do you think?? I am going to see if I can post this in all the X-men places. Please R/R!!
The Academy
File 1: Assembling the perfect teams.
It was Friday. Alex Masters had no greater joy in life than surfing. But his foster parents had made a special request that he be home no later than 6:00pm and it was already 6:15pm. So he grabbed his board and waved good bye to his friends. As he made his way up the driveway he noticed a black Rolls Royce in the drive way. He whistled and stared at it as he raised the garage and stored his board. It was now 6:20pm and he knew he would get massively chewed out. His foster-parents weren't too bad. And if they chewed him out he knew that either he deserved it, or his foster-mom was on her monthly rampage.
He walked into the living room and expected it to be just his foster- parents sitting in their chairs waiting for him. But with them were three people; a bald man in a wheel chair, a tall Native-American man, and a shorter person in a cloak. Alex began to get nervous. With all the problems he had been having for the last five weeks, a month and a half after he turned fourteen, he thought maybe these people were here to haul him off to a laboratory.
"So Mom, Dad, who are these people?" Alex asked uneasy with the silenced.
The man in the wheel chair moved up to Alex and said, "Forgive me Alex. My name is Prof. Charles Xavier, my colleague Mr. Forge, and one of my pupils Kurt Wagner." The last one he said with a German accent so it sounded more like "Kert Vogner." He continued, "I run a school in upstate New York. It is a school for exceptional young persons like yourself."
Alex looked form Foster parent to foster parent for some sort of answer but both looked at him apologetically. Finally his foster mother Carol spoke, "Alex, we were seeking help in dealing with your.,.,., um.,.,., unique abilities. We stumbled across Mr. er Professor Xavier's school and realized that you aren't as alone as we thought."
Alex looked at Prof. Xavier and asked, "So what do they mean I'm not alone?"
The professor merely nodded to the figure who had until now been completely hidden in the cloak. Kurt dropped the hood and opened the front to reveal a startling form. His body was thin and wiry. His eye were gold, but most amazing was the fact that his whole body was covered in a fine dark blue fur. Also his spade-ended tale and dog-like legs surprised all three Masters'. The whole collection of oddities gave Kurt the appearance of a demon, especially the tail. Kurt looked at the floor as he could easily guess what the Masters' were all thinking. "Ja, I am no demon, though I know I look like one."
The Professor mercifully stepped in to alleviate Kurt's embarrassment, "This is a young man I rescued from Germany. As I said before his name is Kurt Wagner, but when he was in the circus he earned the nickname 'Nightcrawler.'" At the sound of his nickname Kurt actually seemed to swell with pride. "Kurt is a Mutant, like you Alex. He is a normal boy outside of his obvious body differences and the fact that he can.,.,.,"
Kurt cut the professor off as he supplied his own word, ".Bamf!" Then he demonstrated. With a sudden flash of light and puff of smoke which smelled like brimstone, Kurt vanished. In the same flash of light and puff of sulfurous smoke he reappeared behind Alex. His eyes were alive with excitement as he knew he was showing off something that made him very special.
"Whoa," Alex said surprised. He looked back at the professor who now had a hand to his head. Then Alex "heard" Alex was taken aback as he realized that the professor had sent that directly into his head.
Alex turned to his parents as the reality of all this was settling in. He wasn't alone. There were others with powers. There were others who could do things like he could. Then he realized what they were asking him to do; move to New York. He looked at his foster parents, who he had long since accepted as parents, and asked, "Is this what you want; me to leave and not look back?"
Carol gathered him in her arms and said, "Alex, no! we want nothing but what is best for you. You have brought such joy into our lives. We would love nothing more than for you to stay here with us, but we have to consider what you really need. You have to consider your difficulties."
Alex's Foster father burst out laughing at the word, "difficulties." He amended his wife, "Sweetie, his growth spurts were difficult, his voice changing was difficult. I cant describe shooting laser beams from his hands as anything short of impossible,"
Alex smiled as his foster-father summed up everything he had been feeling for the last month and a half. Alex stood from his foster-mother's loving grip and looked out the window and wondered something he always wondered when he was faced with a big decision. The professor interrupted his thoughts and said, "Excuse me Alex, but I can assure you that he would leap at this opportunity, as he already did."
Alex was confused until he realized that the professor had read his mind, and then he was in shock. "What.,.,., what do you mean he already did?! My brother died seven years ago, in the plane crash!"
"No Alex," the professor gently corrected him, "Your brother is alive and well, and until just this morning he thought that you had died. He blamed himself, a habit you might find he indulges in too much. Whether you choose to attend my school, where Scott resides, or not, you will begin to receive e-mails from him. He almost demanded to come today, but I thought it best that he meet you at another time when you did not so much to consider."
Alex was numb. His brother, Scott, was alive. He was not alone. 'Does this mean I'm still a Summers?' he thought unsure of himself now. Alex was about to ask this as the professor once again pre-empted him, "Alex, you are that which you make of yourself. Your brother rarely goes by 'Scott' any more, usually he is referred to as 'Cyclops,' so we are all who we choose to be."
Alex allowed this philosophy to settle in. The professor told him he had over night to consider, and even if he said no that he could always change his mind, but Alex said, "I don't need over night. I know what I want to do right now," he turned to his foster-parents, "Carol, Ted, you guys have been like real parents, and no matter what that wont change. But I have to do something, I am creating havoc here." He turned to the professor and said, "I'll leave as soon as I can pack and your plane is ready."
"Go and pack," Forge said with a smile, "The plane is waiting for us."
It was a tearful farewell as no one wanted to let go of their hugs, but eventually they had to. The entire plane ride Kurt kept talking about the Academy, he was like a walking brochure, but Alex couldn't concentrate. He was about to see someone he thought was dead. He kept thinking of different things; like what would it be like to look his brother in the eyes for the first time, or what would his brother be like now, what would he think of the way Alex had turned out, what was his power.
Alex had expected Scott to meet them right off the plane, but the professor informed him that he was currently showing another new student around and would meet them at the dormitories after Kurt gave him a brief tour. Alex was very thankful when Kurt decided to show the dormitories first. Kurt made this decision with a golden eyed wink in Alex's direction.
There were two teenagers at the end of the hall Kurt showed him into. Both around the same height and build, thin but strong. Both wore sunglasses, and had the same brown hair. One, though had it in a long pony tail, and the other in a short cropped standard haircut, not long, not short, but almost like it was regulation. One's glasses were standard black, but the other's were a brilliant crimson. Both turned to look at Kurt and Alex.
Alex needed no further clues aside from the hair; he ran and wrapped a hug around the boy with the shorter hair. "Scott," Alex nearly wept into his brother's shirt. Scott returned the hug, knowing exactly who the boy was; his younger brother he had lost when Scott was only ten. They held each other at arms length to get a better look at each other. It couldn't have been a happier day.
Suddenly the other boy who had been standing beside Scott spoke up, "Mon dieu, I hope dey don expect Remy to be dat friendly. Well exceptin o' course wit de ladies." Kurt snickered quietly to himself at the comment, and introduced himself to the Cajun.
"Gutentag, I am Kurt Wagner, but in the circus I vas known as de Eencredible Nightcrawler."
"Nice to meet ya homme, de name is Remy LeBeau, but all de ladies call Remy Gambit, 'cause de risk dere 'earts if dey gives dem to me."
Remy looked at the blonde boy who had finally detached himself form Scott. Alex offered his hand and said, "Alex Maste.,.,., er Alex Masters- Summers. Sorry but I haven't seen my brother in seven years, I.,.,., I thought he was dead.
"Well," Scott said finally regaining composure, "Why don't we take a grand tour, and after that," he said looking at Alex, "I think we have some catching up to do."
Well tell me tell me what do you think?? I am going to see if I can post this in all the X-men places. Please R/R!!
