A/N: Like I said in the last chapter, if you are planing on reading the last two stories that I have up, (Goodbyes aren't always goodbyes, Forgotten and even discoveries) stop reading her if you don't want spoilars. I don't know how many people this applyes to but I thoughtI might give you fair warning that I have spoilars. anyway, on with the story.
"This is the Danger room." Fox said as she typed in some numbers on a console in the wall and the door in front of SG-1 opened to reveal a large room with metal walls, ceiling and floor. Fox made a gesture with her right hand and SG-1 moved into the large room as Fox followed behind them. "This is where we train our mutant abilities and physical skills. I like to come down here to blow off some steam. I would have to say that this is my favorite room in the whole institute. Okay, y'all ready? It's time I showed you the upper level." SG-1 walked out with Black Fox right in front of them.
Along the way to the elevator, two girls came running up to Black Fox. They both had blonde hair and hazel eyes. One had a small blue scar on her left eye and the other had a red scar over the same eye.
"Mom," Said the girl with the blue scar, "Mian and I are going to the Danger Room, if that's all right with you."
"Yes that's fine but stay out of trouble. Cyclops and I just fixed most of the programs. Say hello to our guests, girls." "Hello, I'm Andi but my real name is Andrea." Andi said as she waived her hand. "Hello, I'm Mian. Have a nice day." Mian said as the two girls ran to the danger room.
"You too." Jack and Daniel said in unison.
"You have children?" Sam asked surprised as they got on to the elevator.
"Yes, those are two of my girls. My oldest Jasmine doesn't live here anymore and has turned evil. She was taken from me when she was just a baby by one of the X-men's enemies, Apocalypse. I also have a son, Michael."
"Where is he?" Daniel asked interested in the conversation. The elevator stopped but Fox didn't open the door.
"He is with an evil mutant by the name of Sinister, whom, I guess, works for Apocalypse. After his father died a while back, I left the x-men and roamed the states for a year. I came back to save Michael from the fate he had chosen but in the end it was inevitable. He chose the path that he chose and I couldn't stop him."
"I'm sorry." Daniel said, seeing the tears in Black Fox's eyes. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"No, I'm fine. I'm used to my husband and my son being gone but I still have an emptiness inside." Black Fox said this as she looked at Jack. He knew that she knew about his son and what had happened to him and in that way the two of them connected. Fox hit a button that opened the door and on the other side were walls that were crumbling, a ceiling that didn't keep the rain out because only half of it was up. There were holes in the walls where it wasn't crumbling. By the looks of the scars of the building, there had been a battle and an intense one at that.
"What happened?" Jack asked seeing the destruction and walking forward. Sam, Daniel and Teal'c followed close behind. Fox was walking beside Jack. As they walked, Fox moved several beams telekinetically.
"This is or was our institute. To the public this facility was merely a school for the gifted but in reality we are a school that teaches mutants how to use their powers for good. Since the sentinels came and destroyed everything, we sent the students home and to the public the X-men are out of business."
"But I thought this was the secret headquarters of the X-men?" Daniel asked scratching his head.
"It used to be that way until Magneto sold all his knowledge of the X-men to the government in exchange for his freedom."
"Excuse me but what the heck is a sentinel?" Jack asked as he still looked around.
"Big giant robots who hunt mutants. That is the simplified version. I'm sure there are other, more scientific ways to explain it but I don't know of any at the moment."
Fox stopped in her tracks for a moment and the turned to SG-1.
"It's time I took you to the briefing room."
So tell me what you think.
