Greetings Comrades! Welcome to my latest fanfic, dedicated to Silvershadowcat and Starian Princess. This is an action/romance story that will include Rogue/Remy, Pietro/Kitty and Scott/Jean. It is also an Alternate Universe fic, so forget everything you currently know about the X-Men Evolution characters, because I have changed them all in this story. One last thing, no-one has their mutant powers in this fic, they are all completely normal humans. Well maybe not so normal…
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution (sadly) and I am making no money from this fic. So please don't sue me.
Licence to Kill
Even at six a.m., London was awake and busy. Cars, buses and taxis all vied for positions on the road, clogging the air with their petrol fumes. Pedestrians hurried both ways along the pavements; smartly dressed businessmen hurrying to corporate meetings; casually dressed college students returning from all night drinking bouts and even the occasional tourist.
All of this went unnoticed to the two people sleeping in an apartment above The King's Road. They lay peacefully in each other's arms, one a longhaired brunette, the other a young man with short silver hair. Despite the fact that their window was open with a slight breeze ruffling the curtains and allowing the morning noise in, neither person stirred.
Suddenly a shrill beeping noise split the air, shattering the peace of the apartment. At the sound the man's eyes snapped open and he sat up, simultaneously rubbing his eyes and groping around the table next to the bed. He quickly found the source of the noise and picked up a small black pager. It read only one word, 'Quicksilver'. He groaned switched off the pager, got up and stumbled into the bathroom, splashing some water on his face and cleaning his teeth. As he returned to the bedroom and began dressing the woman moaned softly and rolled over. Expecting to find the warmth of her companion her eyes opened and she looked around. Seeing him adjusting his jacket she sighed. "I thought you said you were on your vacation?"
He turned to face her. "I thought so too, but they've called me in."
"So ignore them. Come on, you deserve a break after what you did two months ago in Turkey." "If they've called me in it must be serious. I had word from Xavier himself that he wouldn't call me unless it was really serious. They need me there."
The woman sat up on her knees. "I need you here," she said.
The man walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. "I'm sorry Kitty," was all he said before he turned and walked away.
"Pietro!" Kitty called after him and he stopped. "It can't keep going on like this. I need a man I know I can trust. You need to choose, me or them?"
The man bowed his head and continued on his way. The woman sighed dejectedly, fighting back tears as she watched him disappear around the corner of the corridor.
The man took the elevator down to the ground floor and turned left down the street. To any passers by the man looked like an average businessman on his way to some office. This couldn't have been further from the truth. Pietro Maximoff was different from every single person walking past him as he made his way along The King's Road.
He stopped outside a tall, old looking building, pushed the door open and entered. A faded brass plaque next to the door read 'Rogers and Smith's Building Society'. The entrance foyer was small and dingy, the floor tiles were cracked and one of the lights flickered on and off. Pietro made his way to a desk at the end of the foyer. A tall man who had been engaged in sketching something until he heard Pietro enter manned the desk. He wore a black suit and a nametag that read 'Scott Summers' in black lettering. However, when you got closer you could see that he was no ordinary desk clerk. Clearly visible beneath his shirt were rippling muscles and the dark sunglasses on his face merely added to the aura of danger that surrounded him.
"I'm here to see Xavier. I just got the call so I don't know the code." Pietro glanced at Scott's sketch, while Scott checked a list in front of him and nodded.
"He's expecting you. Sixth floor. Hey, I thought this was meant to be your vacation," Scott said as Pietro headed for the elevator behind him.
"So did I Cyclops, so did I." Scott had acquired the nickname Cyclops when he first arrived because he constantly wore his black sunglasses. Someone had mentioned it as a passing comment and the name had stuck. At first Scott had disliked it, but now he preferred being called Cyclops rather than Scott.
Pietro hit the five button on the keypad and waited as the elevator slowly climbed the floors. Eventually it came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a long, white walled corridor. Pietro walked down the corridor until he reached the third door on the right, at which point he took a set of keys from his trouser pocket and unlocked the door. The room he entered was small and contained a desk, with a woman seated behind it, and a staircase directly opposite the door. The woman at the desk looked up when Pietro entered and smiled. The person Scott had been sketching, Jean Grey was two years younger than Pietro and very attractive. It was common knowledge to everyone that Scott was in love with her, except apparently to Jean, although in her defence he hadn't ever said anything to her. "Welcome back Pietro. I didn't expect to have the pleasure of seeing you for another month or so."
Pietro walked into the room, took Jean's hand and kissed it, causing Jean to blush. "I didn't expect to be back so soon," he admitted looking around the small room. It was exactly how he remembered it, devoid of any life, except for Jean and her desk.
"Xavier wants you to go right in by the way."
"Did he mention anything to you about why he called me?"
"Afraid not. Only thing I know is it's big."
"Great," Pietro climbed the spiralling staircase until he came to a door with a small plaque that bore two words, Charles Xavier.
That's all for now, but I will update soon. Please review and tell me what you think. Please.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution (sadly) and I am making no money from this fic. So please don't sue me.
Even at six a.m., London was awake and busy. Cars, buses and taxis all vied for positions on the road, clogging the air with their petrol fumes. Pedestrians hurried both ways along the pavements; smartly dressed businessmen hurrying to corporate meetings; casually dressed college students returning from all night drinking bouts and even the occasional tourist.
All of this went unnoticed to the two people sleeping in an apartment above The King's Road. They lay peacefully in each other's arms, one a longhaired brunette, the other a young man with short silver hair. Despite the fact that their window was open with a slight breeze ruffling the curtains and allowing the morning noise in, neither person stirred.
Suddenly a shrill beeping noise split the air, shattering the peace of the apartment. At the sound the man's eyes snapped open and he sat up, simultaneously rubbing his eyes and groping around the table next to the bed. He quickly found the source of the noise and picked up a small black pager. It read only one word, 'Quicksilver'. He groaned switched off the pager, got up and stumbled into the bathroom, splashing some water on his face and cleaning his teeth. As he returned to the bedroom and began dressing the woman moaned softly and rolled over. Expecting to find the warmth of her companion her eyes opened and she looked around. Seeing him adjusting his jacket she sighed. "I thought you said you were on your vacation?"
He turned to face her. "I thought so too, but they've called me in."
"So ignore them. Come on, you deserve a break after what you did two months ago in Turkey." "If they've called me in it must be serious. I had word from Xavier himself that he wouldn't call me unless it was really serious. They need me there."
The woman sat up on her knees. "I need you here," she said.
The man walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. "I'm sorry Kitty," was all he said before he turned and walked away.
"Pietro!" Kitty called after him and he stopped. "It can't keep going on like this. I need a man I know I can trust. You need to choose, me or them?"
The man bowed his head and continued on his way. The woman sighed dejectedly, fighting back tears as she watched him disappear around the corner of the corridor.
The man took the elevator down to the ground floor and turned left down the street. To any passers by the man looked like an average businessman on his way to some office. This couldn't have been further from the truth. Pietro Maximoff was different from every single person walking past him as he made his way along The King's Road.
He stopped outside a tall, old looking building, pushed the door open and entered. A faded brass plaque next to the door read 'Rogers and Smith's Building Society'. The entrance foyer was small and dingy, the floor tiles were cracked and one of the lights flickered on and off. Pietro made his way to a desk at the end of the foyer. A tall man who had been engaged in sketching something until he heard Pietro enter manned the desk. He wore a black suit and a nametag that read 'Scott Summers' in black lettering. However, when you got closer you could see that he was no ordinary desk clerk. Clearly visible beneath his shirt were rippling muscles and the dark sunglasses on his face merely added to the aura of danger that surrounded him.
"I'm here to see Xavier. I just got the call so I don't know the code." Pietro glanced at Scott's sketch, while Scott checked a list in front of him and nodded.
"He's expecting you. Sixth floor. Hey, I thought this was meant to be your vacation," Scott said as Pietro headed for the elevator behind him.
"So did I Cyclops, so did I." Scott had acquired the nickname Cyclops when he first arrived because he constantly wore his black sunglasses. Someone had mentioned it as a passing comment and the name had stuck. At first Scott had disliked it, but now he preferred being called Cyclops rather than Scott.
Pietro hit the five button on the keypad and waited as the elevator slowly climbed the floors. Eventually it came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a long, white walled corridor. Pietro walked down the corridor until he reached the third door on the right, at which point he took a set of keys from his trouser pocket and unlocked the door. The room he entered was small and contained a desk, with a woman seated behind it, and a staircase directly opposite the door. The woman at the desk looked up when Pietro entered and smiled. The person Scott had been sketching, Jean Grey was two years younger than Pietro and very attractive. It was common knowledge to everyone that Scott was in love with her, except apparently to Jean, although in her defence he hadn't ever said anything to her. "Welcome back Pietro. I didn't expect to have the pleasure of seeing you for another month or so."
Pietro walked into the room, took Jean's hand and kissed it, causing Jean to blush. "I didn't expect to be back so soon," he admitted looking around the small room. It was exactly how he remembered it, devoid of any life, except for Jean and her desk.
"Xavier wants you to go right in by the way."
"Did he mention anything to you about why he called me?"
"Afraid not. Only thing I know is it's big."
"Great," Pietro climbed the spiralling staircase until he came to a door with a small plaque that bore two words, Charles Xavier.
That's all for now, but I will update soon. Please review and tell me what you think. Please.