Generation X
Chapter 5
Friday afternoon, towards the end of sixth period, the unexpected, yet expected, happened.
"Will Isabella Sulinski please come to the office," the voice over the intercom rang thought the halls.
Kurt looked over at Isabella, both of whom were all ready in class, Isabella shrugged, and walked out of her English class. She walked by the classes of several of her friends, all of whom were confused. She walked into the office, and the secretary pointed to the principal's office. Isabella knocked on the door.
"Come in Miss Sulinski."
Isabella opened the door, entered, and sat down in front of Principal Kelly's desk.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked hesitantly.
The room was dark; the only light came from the window Principal Kelly was staring out of.
"Yes. Professor Xavier just phoned, your parents have sent you something, they delivered it. personally," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Isabella was confused.
"Okay?"
He turned suddenly; she jumped, thinking he was angry.
"Don't you want to see them?" he inquires, speaking in the same quiet voice.
"Not really."
"Well, Professor Xavier wants you back at the manor directly after school."
Isabella nodded.
"Yes sir."
"You may go now."
She stood up mechanically and left. When she got back to class, she was there long enough to pack up before class ended. She walked zombie- like and became very pale on the way to the parking lot. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, Evan, Amara, Rogue, Remy, Pitor, St. John, Jubilee, Bobby, Sam, Rahne, Roberto and Ray walked up to her black mustang convertible.
"Bella-" began Jean.
Isabella turned around, looked at Jean, then fainted, Scott caught her, and Kurt opened her car door, so Scott could sit her somewhere, Isabella shortly came to.
"Are you all right?" asked Kurt
Isabella nodded, regaining some color, and strength.
"I-I've gotta get back to the manor," managed Isabella.
"Why? What for?" asked Kitty.
"They're here."
"Who's here?" asked St. John.
Isabella looked at Jean.
"Parentals."
Jean paled.
"Do they know about you?"
Isabella slowly nodded.
"The fact that I pushed him clean through a wall kinda gave away the fact I was different."
"You did what!?"
Isabella looked up at Jean.
"He was comparing me."
Isabella got all the way in her car, closed the door, and started the car. She put the top down, and said a quick prayer, then threw the car in reverse.
"Wait!" called Jean, and Isabella stopped the car.
"What?"
Jean ran around to the other side of the car, threw her stuff in the back, and sat in the passenger seat.
"I think we'll be stronger in numbers."
Isabella smiled, gripped Jean's hand slightly, then pulled out of the parking lot. Fifteen minutes later, Isabella pulled into the garage. The two walked into the manor, and walked into Professor Xavier's office. Mr. and Mrs. Sulinski stood, but had to sit back down at the sight of Jean. Once the shock had subsided, Mrs. Sulinski stood, slowly walking toward Jean. She thrust a manila envelope into Isabella's hands. Mr. Sulinski looked at Isabella and glared.
"What did you do?!" he shouted.
"She has done nothing," said Professor Xavier.
Mr. Sulinski stepped toward her, his hand raised to hit her, Isabella threw her arms up to cover her head. Logan, claws out, jumped in front of Isabella.
"It's okay, Shortcake, this guy ain't gonna touch you," growled Logan.
Isabella lowered her arms, but she was still tense. . "And who are you to stop me?" hissed Mr. Sulinski.
Suddenly, he flew upward.
"Daddy, leave Bella alone!" said Jean.
Both parents looked at their beloved daughter.
"J-Jean?" managed Mrs. Sulinski.
"Jean, please put him down," said Professor Xavier.
Mr. Sulinski was set on his feet. Isabella opened the envelope, read its contents then looked at Jean.
"Does Isabella Grey sound good?"
Jean looked at her strangely.
"What is that?" Jean asked Isabella.
"I'm being emancipated from their care."
Logan growled, Mr. McCoy's brow furrowed, and Ororro looked infuriated.
"Can I adopt you? I mean, you'll be seventeen in a couple months, and then you'll have a year before you turn eighteen, so it won't be permanent. but if you want me to."
Both girls looked at Professor Xavier, who shook his head.
"They won't allow it. Technically, Jean Grey doesn't exist, and Jean Sulinski is dead, and you are still in high school, you couldn't support ourselves if something was to happen to the Institute."
Jean nodded.
"Then what am I gonna do?"
She seemed so helpless.
"I'll do it, I'll adopt ya, Shortcake," Logan's low growl came from the corner he'd retreated to. He nodded at Professor Xavier. Isabella's face lit up like a Christmas tree. She ran over and hugged him.
"Thank you, Mr. Logan!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Isabella signed the documents and Mr. and Mrs. Sulinski left. Two weeks later, the were in court. (I know that's quick, but I wanted to do it quickly)
"Mister. er. Logan, are you willing to adopt this young lady, to take care of her as if she were your own daughter?" asked the judge.
"Yep"
Some of the X-men tried not to laugh.
"Miss Sulinski-er Grey, are you freely accepting Mr. Logan as your legal guardian?"
"Yes sir," said Isabella.
This was a good day, her change of name had been accepted, Mr. Logan became her new guardian, and the emancipation from her parents was complete. They left court, all in a good mood.
"So, are you gonna call him 'Dad', Isabella?" asked Amara.
Isabella looked at Logan.
"Prolly not, I don't think he'd answer to it."
He smiled and shook his head.
"Nope, but instead of 'Mr. Logan' you can just call me Logan."
Isabella nodded, smiling. They got back to the manor and had a party, not as loud as the usual parties, but as loud as Jean, Scott and the Professor would allow. The next day there was a knock on Isabella's door.
"Mmmmm whuyouwan?" she muttered sleepily.
Jean came in.
"Rise and shine!"
"'S Saturday."
"I know, Kitty, Amara, Tabitha, Rogue, you and I are going shopping!"
Isabella groaned.
"You remember the last time we went shopping? We almost got arrested, and if it hadn't been for that lady, we would have been!"
"Not that! We're shopping for prom dresses."
Isabella sighed.
"Fine."
She slowly got up, and got ready, Jean waiting outside her room. Isabella walked out of her room, ready to go, they walked to the garage, all six girls got in Isabella's car, and Isabella drove to the mall.
"Now entering Prepville," Isabella whispered to Rogue.
"Ya, really."
Jean and Kitty pulled Isabella and Rogue behind them. After five hours of shopping (and complaining) they all had their dresses for prom. They got back to the manor.
"All right, now what?" asked Isabella, collapsing on the sofa.
Rogue collapsed on the other end.
"Sleep, I hope."
Isabella laughed slightly.
"I concur."
Jean and Kitty grinned.
"All right, now we exercise," said Jean, enthusiastically.
"Yeah, we gotta look totally fab for prom next week," said Kitty.
Isabella floated a few yards into the air.
"No way Jose! I'm not exercisin' with u two, I think I'll do a Logan session first," said Isabella.
"Now I'm gonna have to make my sessions harder, because you're comparing my sessions to them shopping. I'm sure your teammates will be thrilled," said Logan from the doorway.
"It has nothing to do with the level on intensity, it's more to do with who I trust with my life." The sofa stood on its side, and hit Isabella through the open window and 30 yards from the manor. She laid on the ground where she'd landed for a minute before a face was in hers. She threw a punch, not able to see who it was, there was a puff of smoke, and the face was on her right, instead of on her left. "KURT! Don't scare me like that!"
"Don't throw punches at random people. I thought I vas dead!"
A hand was held out and she took it so she could get up. The hand belonged to Scott.
"What happened?" asked Scott.
"Your girlfriend," growled Isabella.
She flew back into the window, and faced Jean, anger evident on her face. An alarm sounded somewhere and everyone ran into the front hallway, prepared to fight. Isabella hovered a few feet above everyone else as the X- Men faced the Brotherhood.
"Sokeeppickinupmoreandmoregoodygoodieshuh?" Pietro asked, looking up at Isabella, who glared at him.
She looked at the Brotherhood, she'd seen them around, except the woman, she'd never seen her before, yet she seemed familiar. A tongue grabbed Isabella's ankle.
"Ew!"
She kicked her leg up, throwing Toad across the room.
"Ow, girl, that hurt!"
"Don't try to make- out with my leg again, got it?"
The woman laughed a little, and Isabella looked at her. The woman looked up at Isabella, and for a split- second she appeared as a tall blonde woman, whom Isabella instantly recognized. Everyone in the room froze and stared at the woman.
"Misty?!" Isabella shouted, in shock.
Isabella lowered herself to the ground.
"Yes, it's me Carol."
Isabella laughed and the two hugged, as everyone stared in shock.
"Long time no see, dahlin!"
Misty smiled.
"That it has. I haven't seen you since-"
"They don't know," Isabella whispered.
"Oh, all right."
"I've missed you! You'll never guess who's here!"
"Tony?"
Isabella laughed.
"No, but close. St. John!"
"What is he doing here?"
Isabella shrugged.
"They come every now and then for a while, then they leave."
"Hey, Marvel, we're in the middle of sumthing," said Rogue.
"But it's Misty!"
"O.kay? And that's supposed to mean something?" asked Kitty.
"Yeah! Misty saved my life and my ass a couple of times!"
Misty laughed.
"And you've saved me and mine a number of times also, Miss Carol Elizabeth Danners."
Isabella smiled, thought for a minute, then her smile faded.
"Chanel."
"Yes, you know that's my favorite."
"The lady cop from the warehouse wore Chanel."
"Yeah, so? Lots of women wear Chanel," said Jean.
"I know, but Misty mixes several together. you're the lady cop who saved our asses!"
Jean, Rogue, Tabitha, Kitty, and Amara stared at Misty.
"Well, it was either receive help from me or get arrested, you decide," said Misty, harshly.
"No, I'm glad you did, and it's fantabulous seeing you again!"
"You've changed, you've begun to act your age, and not twenty years older."
Isabella laughed.
"Yea, well, I haven't had to be so much older."
"Good, you needed to relax."
Isabella smiled.
"Yeah I did. But now I'm not the big sister any more."
Isabella looked at Jean.
"THAT'S Jean?"
"Yep, that's Jean."
"I never would have thought."
"Really? Everyone thought we were twins until. the 'incident' as it was referred to."
"I can't see the two of you being related after I saw you in New York."
Isabella laughed.
"I know, right!"
"I remember the time when-"
"No telly! None of them know ANYTHING about that."
"Well why not? From what I understand, you've been here a while."
"Yes, and I don't want to mess things up by telling my odd life to everyone."
"It's not that odd."
Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"How is it not odd? Do you even remember those three months? Most people don't even do those things in their lifetime!"
"Okay, maybe it was a little weird."
Isabella laughed.
"Well, there is no such thing as normal, so."
Misty laughed, and then it turned into a sigh.
"You have become such a beautiful young woman, I'm so proud of you."
Isabella and Misty hugged.
"Thanks, Misty."
She smiled and motioned to the Brotherhood, who were glued to their places.
"Carol, I had no idea it was you."
"What do you mean?"
"Some of the boys told me there was a new. 'X-chick' was their word, and I didn't think it was you. Even in the warehouse I didn't know."
"It's all good."
They smiled.
"You are too forgiving, young one."
"That's the only good thing I learned from Tony."
Misty laughed.
"Don't follow Tony in everything. He trusted people to the cell. You know that 'Big Deal' he was working on?"
"Yes, that's all he talked about."
"Undercover cop."
"Oh no! I heard he was in prison."
Misty nodded.
"You and St John being minors were just a perk. The guy had been following us all along."
"Nuh- uh!"
"Yes- huh. Hey! I thought you couldn't leave."
"She thought it would be good for me."
"Oh."
"Okay, Isabella I want to know everything about New York," demanded Jean.
"Well, if you're coming from another country by ship, the first thing you see is the Statue of Liberty. Then, after Ellis Island, people try to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge-" began Isabella.
Misty burst out laughing.
"You KNOW that's not what I meant!"
"I think we'd better go. Come, we're leaving!" said Mystique.
She turned and walked out, the Brotherhood behind her. The X-men walked to the living room and sat down.
"Isabella, you don't have to tell anyone yet."
Isabella took a deep breath.
"No. I'm ready."
'Ready for what?" asked Scott.
"Well, a month after my sister, Alexandra Jean Tatiana Elizabeth Helga Celeste Lynn Sulinski, left us, supposedly dead, I ran away from home, I ended up roaming the streets of New York City. That's when I met Tony. Tony was a drug dealer, fake ID maker, and 'Saint of Runaways' as he was called on the street. Tony thought he could trust everyone, landing him in prison. But, he got me a job, an ID, and a place to live. I lived with Raven Darkholme, but she went by Misty, a local. er.entertainer. For three months it was nothing but fun, well, after three months, the four of us; Tony, Misty, St. John and I; were driving around, we were arrested, I was sent back to North Carolina, Tony went to prison, and I'm currently on parole until November."
The X-men sat in shock.
"Entertainer?" prompted Rogue.
"We-She was a stripper."
"WE?!" shouted Jean.
"Well. yes. And when we were arrested, three out of the four of us were piss drunk. You would have known that if you had stayed, Jean."
"I never knew dat about me mudder," said Kurt.
Isabella stood, walked outside and flew to the tallest point of the Institute, and laid there looked up at the sky. Eventually, she fell asleep, regretting ever seeing Jean again.
Friday afternoon, towards the end of sixth period, the unexpected, yet expected, happened.
"Will Isabella Sulinski please come to the office," the voice over the intercom rang thought the halls.
Kurt looked over at Isabella, both of whom were all ready in class, Isabella shrugged, and walked out of her English class. She walked by the classes of several of her friends, all of whom were confused. She walked into the office, and the secretary pointed to the principal's office. Isabella knocked on the door.
"Come in Miss Sulinski."
Isabella opened the door, entered, and sat down in front of Principal Kelly's desk.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked hesitantly.
The room was dark; the only light came from the window Principal Kelly was staring out of.
"Yes. Professor Xavier just phoned, your parents have sent you something, they delivered it. personally," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Isabella was confused.
"Okay?"
He turned suddenly; she jumped, thinking he was angry.
"Don't you want to see them?" he inquires, speaking in the same quiet voice.
"Not really."
"Well, Professor Xavier wants you back at the manor directly after school."
Isabella nodded.
"Yes sir."
"You may go now."
She stood up mechanically and left. When she got back to class, she was there long enough to pack up before class ended. She walked zombie- like and became very pale on the way to the parking lot. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, Evan, Amara, Rogue, Remy, Pitor, St. John, Jubilee, Bobby, Sam, Rahne, Roberto and Ray walked up to her black mustang convertible.
"Bella-" began Jean.
Isabella turned around, looked at Jean, then fainted, Scott caught her, and Kurt opened her car door, so Scott could sit her somewhere, Isabella shortly came to.
"Are you all right?" asked Kurt
Isabella nodded, regaining some color, and strength.
"I-I've gotta get back to the manor," managed Isabella.
"Why? What for?" asked Kitty.
"They're here."
"Who's here?" asked St. John.
Isabella looked at Jean.
"Parentals."
Jean paled.
"Do they know about you?"
Isabella slowly nodded.
"The fact that I pushed him clean through a wall kinda gave away the fact I was different."
"You did what!?"
Isabella looked up at Jean.
"He was comparing me."
Isabella got all the way in her car, closed the door, and started the car. She put the top down, and said a quick prayer, then threw the car in reverse.
"Wait!" called Jean, and Isabella stopped the car.
"What?"
Jean ran around to the other side of the car, threw her stuff in the back, and sat in the passenger seat.
"I think we'll be stronger in numbers."
Isabella smiled, gripped Jean's hand slightly, then pulled out of the parking lot. Fifteen minutes later, Isabella pulled into the garage. The two walked into the manor, and walked into Professor Xavier's office. Mr. and Mrs. Sulinski stood, but had to sit back down at the sight of Jean. Once the shock had subsided, Mrs. Sulinski stood, slowly walking toward Jean. She thrust a manila envelope into Isabella's hands. Mr. Sulinski looked at Isabella and glared.
"What did you do?!" he shouted.
"She has done nothing," said Professor Xavier.
Mr. Sulinski stepped toward her, his hand raised to hit her, Isabella threw her arms up to cover her head. Logan, claws out, jumped in front of Isabella.
"It's okay, Shortcake, this guy ain't gonna touch you," growled Logan.
Isabella lowered her arms, but she was still tense. . "And who are you to stop me?" hissed Mr. Sulinski.
Suddenly, he flew upward.
"Daddy, leave Bella alone!" said Jean.
Both parents looked at their beloved daughter.
"J-Jean?" managed Mrs. Sulinski.
"Jean, please put him down," said Professor Xavier.
Mr. Sulinski was set on his feet. Isabella opened the envelope, read its contents then looked at Jean.
"Does Isabella Grey sound good?"
Jean looked at her strangely.
"What is that?" Jean asked Isabella.
"I'm being emancipated from their care."
Logan growled, Mr. McCoy's brow furrowed, and Ororro looked infuriated.
"Can I adopt you? I mean, you'll be seventeen in a couple months, and then you'll have a year before you turn eighteen, so it won't be permanent. but if you want me to."
Both girls looked at Professor Xavier, who shook his head.
"They won't allow it. Technically, Jean Grey doesn't exist, and Jean Sulinski is dead, and you are still in high school, you couldn't support ourselves if something was to happen to the Institute."
Jean nodded.
"Then what am I gonna do?"
She seemed so helpless.
"I'll do it, I'll adopt ya, Shortcake," Logan's low growl came from the corner he'd retreated to. He nodded at Professor Xavier. Isabella's face lit up like a Christmas tree. She ran over and hugged him.
"Thank you, Mr. Logan!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Isabella signed the documents and Mr. and Mrs. Sulinski left. Two weeks later, the were in court. (I know that's quick, but I wanted to do it quickly)
"Mister. er. Logan, are you willing to adopt this young lady, to take care of her as if she were your own daughter?" asked the judge.
"Yep"
Some of the X-men tried not to laugh.
"Miss Sulinski-er Grey, are you freely accepting Mr. Logan as your legal guardian?"
"Yes sir," said Isabella.
This was a good day, her change of name had been accepted, Mr. Logan became her new guardian, and the emancipation from her parents was complete. They left court, all in a good mood.
"So, are you gonna call him 'Dad', Isabella?" asked Amara.
Isabella looked at Logan.
"Prolly not, I don't think he'd answer to it."
He smiled and shook his head.
"Nope, but instead of 'Mr. Logan' you can just call me Logan."
Isabella nodded, smiling. They got back to the manor and had a party, not as loud as the usual parties, but as loud as Jean, Scott and the Professor would allow. The next day there was a knock on Isabella's door.
"Mmmmm whuyouwan?" she muttered sleepily.
Jean came in.
"Rise and shine!"
"'S Saturday."
"I know, Kitty, Amara, Tabitha, Rogue, you and I are going shopping!"
Isabella groaned.
"You remember the last time we went shopping? We almost got arrested, and if it hadn't been for that lady, we would have been!"
"Not that! We're shopping for prom dresses."
Isabella sighed.
"Fine."
She slowly got up, and got ready, Jean waiting outside her room. Isabella walked out of her room, ready to go, they walked to the garage, all six girls got in Isabella's car, and Isabella drove to the mall.
"Now entering Prepville," Isabella whispered to Rogue.
"Ya, really."
Jean and Kitty pulled Isabella and Rogue behind them. After five hours of shopping (and complaining) they all had their dresses for prom. They got back to the manor.
"All right, now what?" asked Isabella, collapsing on the sofa.
Rogue collapsed on the other end.
"Sleep, I hope."
Isabella laughed slightly.
"I concur."
Jean and Kitty grinned.
"All right, now we exercise," said Jean, enthusiastically.
"Yeah, we gotta look totally fab for prom next week," said Kitty.
Isabella floated a few yards into the air.
"No way Jose! I'm not exercisin' with u two, I think I'll do a Logan session first," said Isabella.
"Now I'm gonna have to make my sessions harder, because you're comparing my sessions to them shopping. I'm sure your teammates will be thrilled," said Logan from the doorway.
"It has nothing to do with the level on intensity, it's more to do with who I trust with my life." The sofa stood on its side, and hit Isabella through the open window and 30 yards from the manor. She laid on the ground where she'd landed for a minute before a face was in hers. She threw a punch, not able to see who it was, there was a puff of smoke, and the face was on her right, instead of on her left. "KURT! Don't scare me like that!"
"Don't throw punches at random people. I thought I vas dead!"
A hand was held out and she took it so she could get up. The hand belonged to Scott.
"What happened?" asked Scott.
"Your girlfriend," growled Isabella.
She flew back into the window, and faced Jean, anger evident on her face. An alarm sounded somewhere and everyone ran into the front hallway, prepared to fight. Isabella hovered a few feet above everyone else as the X- Men faced the Brotherhood.
"Sokeeppickinupmoreandmoregoodygoodieshuh?" Pietro asked, looking up at Isabella, who glared at him.
She looked at the Brotherhood, she'd seen them around, except the woman, she'd never seen her before, yet she seemed familiar. A tongue grabbed Isabella's ankle.
"Ew!"
She kicked her leg up, throwing Toad across the room.
"Ow, girl, that hurt!"
"Don't try to make- out with my leg again, got it?"
The woman laughed a little, and Isabella looked at her. The woman looked up at Isabella, and for a split- second she appeared as a tall blonde woman, whom Isabella instantly recognized. Everyone in the room froze and stared at the woman.
"Misty?!" Isabella shouted, in shock.
Isabella lowered herself to the ground.
"Yes, it's me Carol."
Isabella laughed and the two hugged, as everyone stared in shock.
"Long time no see, dahlin!"
Misty smiled.
"That it has. I haven't seen you since-"
"They don't know," Isabella whispered.
"Oh, all right."
"I've missed you! You'll never guess who's here!"
"Tony?"
Isabella laughed.
"No, but close. St. John!"
"What is he doing here?"
Isabella shrugged.
"They come every now and then for a while, then they leave."
"Hey, Marvel, we're in the middle of sumthing," said Rogue.
"But it's Misty!"
"O.kay? And that's supposed to mean something?" asked Kitty.
"Yeah! Misty saved my life and my ass a couple of times!"
Misty laughed.
"And you've saved me and mine a number of times also, Miss Carol Elizabeth Danners."
Isabella smiled, thought for a minute, then her smile faded.
"Chanel."
"Yes, you know that's my favorite."
"The lady cop from the warehouse wore Chanel."
"Yeah, so? Lots of women wear Chanel," said Jean.
"I know, but Misty mixes several together. you're the lady cop who saved our asses!"
Jean, Rogue, Tabitha, Kitty, and Amara stared at Misty.
"Well, it was either receive help from me or get arrested, you decide," said Misty, harshly.
"No, I'm glad you did, and it's fantabulous seeing you again!"
"You've changed, you've begun to act your age, and not twenty years older."
Isabella laughed.
"Yea, well, I haven't had to be so much older."
"Good, you needed to relax."
Isabella smiled.
"Yeah I did. But now I'm not the big sister any more."
Isabella looked at Jean.
"THAT'S Jean?"
"Yep, that's Jean."
"I never would have thought."
"Really? Everyone thought we were twins until. the 'incident' as it was referred to."
"I can't see the two of you being related after I saw you in New York."
Isabella laughed.
"I know, right!"
"I remember the time when-"
"No telly! None of them know ANYTHING about that."
"Well why not? From what I understand, you've been here a while."
"Yes, and I don't want to mess things up by telling my odd life to everyone."
"It's not that odd."
Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"How is it not odd? Do you even remember those three months? Most people don't even do those things in their lifetime!"
"Okay, maybe it was a little weird."
Isabella laughed.
"Well, there is no such thing as normal, so."
Misty laughed, and then it turned into a sigh.
"You have become such a beautiful young woman, I'm so proud of you."
Isabella and Misty hugged.
"Thanks, Misty."
She smiled and motioned to the Brotherhood, who were glued to their places.
"Carol, I had no idea it was you."
"What do you mean?"
"Some of the boys told me there was a new. 'X-chick' was their word, and I didn't think it was you. Even in the warehouse I didn't know."
"It's all good."
They smiled.
"You are too forgiving, young one."
"That's the only good thing I learned from Tony."
Misty laughed.
"Don't follow Tony in everything. He trusted people to the cell. You know that 'Big Deal' he was working on?"
"Yes, that's all he talked about."
"Undercover cop."
"Oh no! I heard he was in prison."
Misty nodded.
"You and St John being minors were just a perk. The guy had been following us all along."
"Nuh- uh!"
"Yes- huh. Hey! I thought you couldn't leave."
"She thought it would be good for me."
"Oh."
"Okay, Isabella I want to know everything about New York," demanded Jean.
"Well, if you're coming from another country by ship, the first thing you see is the Statue of Liberty. Then, after Ellis Island, people try to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge-" began Isabella.
Misty burst out laughing.
"You KNOW that's not what I meant!"
"I think we'd better go. Come, we're leaving!" said Mystique.
She turned and walked out, the Brotherhood behind her. The X-men walked to the living room and sat down.
"Isabella, you don't have to tell anyone yet."
Isabella took a deep breath.
"No. I'm ready."
'Ready for what?" asked Scott.
"Well, a month after my sister, Alexandra Jean Tatiana Elizabeth Helga Celeste Lynn Sulinski, left us, supposedly dead, I ran away from home, I ended up roaming the streets of New York City. That's when I met Tony. Tony was a drug dealer, fake ID maker, and 'Saint of Runaways' as he was called on the street. Tony thought he could trust everyone, landing him in prison. But, he got me a job, an ID, and a place to live. I lived with Raven Darkholme, but she went by Misty, a local. er.entertainer. For three months it was nothing but fun, well, after three months, the four of us; Tony, Misty, St. John and I; were driving around, we were arrested, I was sent back to North Carolina, Tony went to prison, and I'm currently on parole until November."
The X-men sat in shock.
"Entertainer?" prompted Rogue.
"We-She was a stripper."
"WE?!" shouted Jean.
"Well. yes. And when we were arrested, three out of the four of us were piss drunk. You would have known that if you had stayed, Jean."
"I never knew dat about me mudder," said Kurt.
Isabella stood, walked outside and flew to the tallest point of the Institute, and laid there looked up at the sky. Eventually, she fell asleep, regretting ever seeing Jean again.