A/N: Hey, everyone, I just thought I'd make ya sweat about Jean for a little longer (sorry!). I'm gonna go on and talk about other parts of the story. In this chapter I introduce three other mutants who weren't in the movies but are in the comics and TV cartoon: Fitzroy, Gambit, and Frost. Enjoy and please review! P.S.: Thanks to VeroFalso and Halfling for my first reviews ever!

Chapter Three: Verb Tenses

Year 2010

Trevor Fitzroy sat at his large oak wood desk in his large expensive office. He had become the leader of the land after the world changing meteorite shower hit in 2012. The Earth's land was split into four separate islands from all of the shifting that the environmental changes had caused, just like the earth had changed from Pangea form into seven different continents. When the disruption in nature began, Trevor was the one with the money, the league of faithful followers, and the already powerful status, so it made sense for most of the mutants to elect him as their leader—he could take care of them. He could protect them from the humans. On the island to the east, lived mostly humans who were more tolerant of the mutant race, on the southwest island lived mutants who wished to live in harmony with the humans, and on the south east island...

Trevor rubbed his forehead feeling a headache coming.

"Damn those SouthEast Islanders!" he said looking at the paper in his hand. He had been ready to take a break before his meeting with the AMMO about water damage, when a messenger arrived, handing him the letter. It read:

Mr. Fitzroy,

We, the SouthEast Navy, are pleased to inform you that we have captured your entire fleet on your east coast. If you want them back, you will need to comply with a few demands from our leader. You have 48 hours before we kill them all.

Commander Moris, SEIN

Who would have thought that World War III would be in a new millennium between two different species of humans?? He crumpled the paper and threw it across the room. Pressing a button on his desk he contacted his main secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Fitzroy?" she asked in her high pitched slightly tense voice.

"Molly, reschedule my meeting with the AMMO and arrange a national address," he said glumly.

"Yes, sir," she said, pulling out the schedule book.

"Oh, and Molly?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Send in Mr. Blake Chessler."

"Yes, sir," she said and hung up.

A moment later, a thin man with spectacles sliding down his nose walked in. He gave a small bow and Fitzroy motioned to a chair directly in front of his desk. When the man sat down, he spoke.

"Mr. Chessler, I brought you in to ask you something. Do you remember that small, little task I gave you last week?" His voice was low and cool. It made Blake squirm nervously in his chair.

"T-the one where I was to c-call in to have t-the extra artillery sent in for the east coast fleet?" he managed to stutter out, growing more nervous by the second.

"Yes. That one. Did you do it?"

"Well, s-sir, I got very b-busy with the other work you set out for me...I figured it could wait a few days m-more." His voice had picked up speed as if him saying it faster would change what he had to say.

"Ah, I see," he said and slowly walked to stand in front of the window. "You got busy. I do set a lot of work on your shoulders," he said and Blake got up to stand by him, relieved.

"So you understand then?" he asked his face regaining a bit of its ruddy color.

"Of course, my man, of course. But I have bad news." Chessler's slight smile drooped. "I just got a notice saying that the fleet has been captured and put on death row." He turned to the now shaking and pale Mr. Chessler. Trevor took off his leather gloves and Blake's eyes grew wide with fear. He began to back away, but he was too slow. Trevor grabbed the man's arms, skin touching skin. "I'm very disappointed that you couldn't handle the work. I'll have to be letting you go now. You're fired," he said in a cold, cruel voice. Soon, Mr. Chessler's eyes had bugged out, his veins clearly visible and his skin dried and peeling, his life gone by the dreaded power of the mutant "death touch".

Trevor let him drop to the floor and slipped his gloves back on, before calling for a "janitor". He sighed deeply and adjusted the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. "When I want something done, I guess I must do it myself. It's time for a trip to the past," he muttered to himself before extending his hand out in front of him. A glowing green portal formed and Trevor stepped silently through.

Present Day, Snow Valley

"Alright, class, I expect you all to have a one page essay on the process of creating spontaneous combustion by tomorrow." A tall handsome man in a blue suit was standing in front of his class at the Massachusetts Academy, passing back some papers. There was a simultaneous groan of disgust from the students, and the teacher raised an eyebrow. "What?" he said. "It's easy! We just worked on it for the past hour!" he insisted, amused by their laziness. One student spoke up.

"But Mr. LeBeau, of course you think it's easy. It's your specialty!" she whined and the students murmured agreement. He grinned and flicked a playing card across the room, where it made a small explosion in mid air. "It is isn't it?" he winked at the girl as the bell rang and she blushed. Such a charmer, that Gambit. He was also a thief, a player, a-

"Gambit. Get down here." The intercom system in his room broadcast a smooth, sexy voice that could only be that of Emma Frost, headmistress of the mutant Academy. When he arrived in her office, she was sitting atop her desk, legs crossed. Her long blonde hair was swept over one shoulder and her blue eyes pierced into Gambit's red ones in a cold calm stare. As usual, she was wearing an outfit much too form fitted and revealing for any educational environment, but the telepathic mutant still looked stunning. When she was still a teenager she became a very powerful person. Born into a rich family, Emma got her first taste of power when her father turned over one of his businesses to her. Around the same time, she discovered her mutant abilities (including the ability to let her body take on a nearly indestructible rock-hardness) and her thirst for power grew and grew and still was growing now in her late twenties.

"Diamond. A pleasure," Gambit drawled taking a seat. She frowned.

"That's Ms. Frost to you, for the millionth time. Anyway, have you heard from the twins that were to enroll with us this week?" she asked slipping down and sitting in her soft recliner.

"Yeah. Unfortunately they enrolled with Xavier," he said and a small smirk graced her features.

"Charles always does have a knack for getting in my way," she said.

"Yes, well, it doesn't matter because we're getting a set of twins for ourselves in a few days. They go by... Spectre and Shock, I believe." She raised an eyebrow in interest.

"Well, I'm sure they will be a pleasure to work with. Now, Gambit, I need you to do me a favor," she said, examining her fingernails.

"I'll do you more than one," he said, looking her up and down. Seeing the look of hatred on her face he grinned, his mission to annoy her, accomplished. She looked him in the eye and suddenly a jolt of pain hit his brain and he cried out in agony

"Maybe that will help keep your mind out of the gutter," she hissed, pleased that she got him back with a simple telepathic mind bolt. "Now, I want you to go to Xavier's school and take a look around. See what's going on and what the students are learning. I feel it's getting a bit...dull around here."

"Yes, ma'am," he said and quickly left the room. Once he reached his car, he popped an aspirin. That lady is killer! he thought, resting his head on the steering wheel. Suddenly his eyes flew open. Oh, God. I have to go to Xavier's? That mean's I'll see Rogue again. He kicked himself inside as he started to pull out of the parking lot. Years ago he and Rogue had been together but when he confessed to her of his criminal past, she said she couldn't be with him anymore. They had been through so much together...he just couldn't believe it, but he let her go quietly, vowing to be a player for the rest of his life. She hurt him so badly...but a part of him still wanted her back. If only she'll forgive me, he thought. I'll show her that I've changed. I'll make her love me again.