Whoa! I'm watchin the Mtv Movie Awards right now and lmao! Ooooo, I'm tired but writing this anyways…..

This story is something i'M WRITING BECAUSE i'M BORED...AND I really loved X-men 2 so here goes.....



Disclaimer: I don't own any of the girls that starred in the X-men film and sadly, none of the guys. :( Then again, I'd never hold any hottie against their will.......cough*I'm a liar*cough

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The voice in Jean Gray's head was vaguely famailiar but the message was new to her.

Scott stood by and watched in silence as Jean concentrated hard on focusing on the link between Professor X and her via the telepathic ablilities.

"What is it? What's wrong?It's so early...."

Jean ran to Ororo's room and woke her up. "We need to go now, there's a mutant in distress. "

The adult trio jumped into Cyclops's new jaguar and were speeding, dispite the pouring rain.

"Location?"

Jean was still talkin to the professor, "UH,Bo--Boston!"

The extremely fast car got them to Boston in no time.

"Now, we have to find her."

"But there's a million places she could be in Boston!"

"I know, I know, but maybe the prof--"

"Guys! look. what's is that?"

"Looks like a young gurl walking along the road."

"That must be her."

Cyclops pulled the car over then they all stepped out and stood in front of the girl that looked biracial with long black hair and clothes obviously not worn in the rain.

"Need a ride?"

"No thank you," the girl said as she wiped what was obviosuly tears, "I'm fine."

Then she started to walk away.

"Tamara, please come with us," said Jean.

She stopped and turned around. "How--How did you know my name?"

"We know alot of things about you. Like the fact that you're...different."

Tamara backed away just a little. "Different? Wait, are you people apart of some weird cult?"

Cyclops just smiled, "No. We teach."

"Well then what do you mean by different?"

Just then Storm's eyes turned extremely white and wind started blowing furiously. The wind blew for a while before breaking up into clouds and letting the sun come shining through. The weather changed from thunderous to clear instantly.

"How--How did you do that?"

"Look, there's alot of things we need to explain, and if you just come with us, we can."

Tamara seemed to consider all this then got into the car.

The ride back was silent except for the pounding of the raindrops on the windows because Storm had let the weather play out it's natural course.

They pulled up in front of the manor/school and as soon as they walked through the door, Tamara heard someone say, "Welcome." But the weird thing was noone else heard this, as if someone were in her head.

"Look, you said if I came here with you that I'd get some answers."



"And answers are what you will surely get," said a bald man in a wheelchair, "Hello Tamara, I'm Professor Charles Xavier and welcome to my school for gifted young men and women like yourself."

"Gifted? I know I made good grades and stuff but..."



"I know you excel beatifully at academics but we're talking about your OTHER gift."

She looked like he'd just struck a nerve, so she turned around and stated, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I believe you do, Tamara," he was in her head again.



She turned around and spoke aloud, "Look, I haven't done anything wrong and if you're so sure I have a "gift" please inform me on what it is."



Jean didn't waste a moment, "We know that you have very intact, precognitic abilities, a power that no other mutant possesses."

"Mutant? Is that what I'm called?" said Tamara, "My stepfather always called me a liar, a weirdo, a-a freak of nature."

Storm walked over to her, "Oh no, you are anything but." "You are blessed to hold such a power."

Tamara had started to wipe her eyes when the professor suggested she get out of those wet clothes before she caught pnemonia.

"Good idea, professor, and she can share a room with me and Scott tonight."

They all went their seperate ways except Tamara who followed Jean and Cyclops to a room on the third level.

They pointed to a fresh made bed with a silky nightgown on it. "This is your bed for the night and this is the only night clothes we could find for you right now."

"That's okay, I've worn skimpier."

Scott, already in his boxers, remarked, "I hope you're a heavy sleeper because sadly, I snore."

Tamara rolled her eyes, "Actually, I'm a very light sleeper but it's okay if you two wanna rough house a little, I don't care."

Jean erupted in laughter and Tamara pulled the sheet to conceal them from her and went to sleep.