A/N: Nothing to say.
Lizzie woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. It was a gorgeous New England day, everything was right with the world...until she remembered last night's conversation. Then everything was back to its dismal state.
She sighed and waved her hand, floating out of bed. This took a little more concentration, but she figured as long as she practiced, the better she would get at it.
She grabbed her latest Seventeen magazine and read it while floating herself down the stairs. "Morning, Mom," she said absently to her Jo, who was cooking breakfast. "Morning, Lizzie," Jo answered back in the same tone. Lizzie hovered a few feet off the ground before setting herself down.
"Come get your breakfast," Jo said to her. Lizzie started to motion towards her plate before her mother said, "Don't even think it. In this house, young lady, we are going to do things the old-fashioned way. Your father and I have no problem with you being psychic and telepathic and whatever else, but you are not going to get lazy."
Lizzie sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "Yes, Mother," she said. "I know."
"Also," Jo continued as Lizzie manually got her plate, "your father and I have decided to let you go to the school. You can always come home on the weekends, and...and..."
Lizzie noticed uneasily that her mother was getting teary-eyed. "And...we can always come visit," Jo said, wiping a tear away.
"Oh, thank you so much Mom!" Lizzie exclaimed, hugging Jo tightly. "Oh..." Jo smiled, composing herself. "You're welcome, sweetie. You'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon, and start school day after tomorrow."
"You guys are the best!" Lizzie gushed, running upstairs and then floating up once she was out of Jo's eyesight.
"Oh!" Jo wailed, and plopped down on a chair and cried her eyes out once her daughter was out of earshot.
LATER THAT DAY...
Lizzie was manually packing her suitcases since Jo had warned her that if she did anything telekinetically she would be punished (mothers!), and thinking. She would miss this room, Lizzie thought with regret as she dropped a stack of magazines inside a case. It had a nice view. And she liked it a lot. She wondered if her room at the school would be nice as well.
Also, Lizzie thought with a heavy sigh, she would miss her parents. As annoying as they could be, she still loved them-a lot. Now Matt-that was a totally different story. Leaving Matt behind would be the greatest thing that ever happened to her.
Grinning, Lizzie let a handful of lip gloss and eyeliners drop into a bag. Aside from a few drawbacks, going to a boarding school was gonna be a totally great experience.
Just then, she received a telepathic message. "Lizzie!" came the insistent call. She responded instantly, recognizing the voice as Jean's. "Yes, what is it?" she asked. "The professor says you need to come to the school ASAP," Jean replied. "He had an...intuition, of sorts. Something horrible is going to happen unless you get down here, stat." "I needed to talk to you about that," Lizzie said. "My two friends back home, Miranda Sanchez and David Gordon, have been receiving threats from Magneto, saying that if I go to the school and join the X-Men, something bad is gonna happen to them. I'm really worried about them." There was a pause. "I'll keep an eye on them," Jean finally replied. "If I think they need help, we'll go get them. Now come to the school, fast!" "We're going tomorrow afternoon!" Lizzie answered. Another pause. "Not soon enough," Jean said firmly. "Get here NOW!" Then she was silent.
One thing Lizzie knew from watching the movies and TV series was not to fool around with Jean Grey. She threw her laptop and clothes into her last suitcase, zipped them up, grabbed her pillow and favorite blanket and of course, Mr. Snuggles, and motioned them all to follow her down the stairs. As she floated at top speed down the cases of stairs, she noticed that the sky was getting dark. "It's only 3 o'clock!" she realized. "This cannot be normal."
As she arrived downstairs, Jo looked up in frustration. "Lizzie, I told you-"she began, but stopped when she saw Lizzie's tense face. "What is it?" she asked. "I got a message from Jean Grey," Lizzie said. "We have to get to the school now!"
"Why?" Jo asked helplessly as Lizzie threw the door open, and put all her things inside the van, then slammed the doors. "Trust me, Mom!" Lizzie shouted. "It's top urgency!"
Jo stood uncertain for a moment, then grabbed the car keys and raced out. "I'm trusting you on this, Lizzie," she warned her. "If you're pulling my leg, you will get it." The McGuire women leaped in the car, and in seconds were driving down the highway. "My, it's getting dark," Mrs. McGuire said. "Looks like a storm." Suddenly, Lizzie felt a chill run down her spine.
On impulse, she telekinetically locked the doors and sealed the windows. "Lizzie, what are you doing?" Jo asked incredulously. Lizzie didn't bother to answer as she placed her hands on either side of the van (as she was in the back), and telekinetically held them closed. "Hold on, Mom," Lizzie said. "Something's bound to happen any moment."
A second later, Jo screamed, and pointed to the sky. "Lizzie! Look!" she screamed. Lizzie looked and immediately wished she hadn't. A man in a flowing black cape was hovering in the sky, suspended by a piece of metal that was steadily floating towards the van.
"Drive, Mom!" Lizzie screamed, feeling petrified. Jo punched the accelerator, and the van screeched forward, zipping in between cars and trucks, avoiding collisions only by Lizzie's powers, which were growing steadily weaker.
And still Magneto grew closer. Lizzie squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her mental grip on the van, knowing that any second there would be a fight between powers. One moment, Lizzie was holding her grip. The next, she felt a rip in her mind. She screamed with pain, knowing that Magneto was pulling at the metal, trying to make it give. Yet still she held tightly. But finally, she lost the battle and the car door was ripped open.
Jo screamed, swerving. "Drive, Mom, drive!" Lizzie screamed, aware that if they stopped, it would only make it easier for Magneto to drag her away.
Lizzie lifted the roof of the van, floated up, and placed it gently back on. There she floated in the air, one foot slightly raised behind her, the other straight, like she had seen Jean in the movie. Jean!
Immediately, Lizzie sent a telepathic message to her and the professor. "Magneto has me and my mom trapped on the highway. Here are the coordinates: please send help quickly!" she implored, then blocked any replies so that she could focus her energy on Magneto. "Lizzie!" Jo screamed. "Get in!" But Lizzie didn't hear her as Magneto floated up on his metal to her height.
"Come with me," he invited her. "You know." And he stretched his hand out to her. Lizzie laughed. That was all he needed to hear. "You will come with me!" he shouted, and reached for her. But Lizzie merely lifted a hand, her eyes determined, a slight smile on her face, and he stopped, slightly quivering as Lizzie held him at bay. "Ah," he smiled. "But your foolish tricks cannot stop me." "How could you possibly think that I would be that weak?" Lizzie asked. "I'm hurt!" She smiled mockingly.
Inside, she prayed that she could hold off until help arrived. Magneto broke free of her grasp, and swung at her. Lizzie was caught unawares, and was thrown to a side of the car. As she looked up, wind blowing her hair around, Lizzie realized that he was stronger than she had originally thought.
She floated up, and her eyes blazed. "Leave my friends out of this!" she screamed at him. It was the only way for him to hear her, as they were passing huge trucks along the way. Magneto laughed at her.
Lizzie struck out at him, and he blocked easily. Lizzie's eyes widened. "You shall come with me!" Magneto growled, and grabbed her wrist. Lizzie wrenched away, and held out a quavering hand, her strength dissipitating, trying to stop him from advancing any farther. Suddenly, she felt a flood of strength, and realized what was happening. Jean was pouring her own strength into Lizzie's.
Lizzie straightened, and held her palm out, effectively holding Magneto at bay. But she hadn't bargained for interference. Someone grabbed her from behind. Lizzie glanced at the arms that held her. They were blue. Mystique. Lizzie stared straight ahead and fought for composure to keep Magneto at bay, and trying to find some way to get Mystique off.
She found it. With a huge push with her mind, Mystique was thrown off her. However, the extra concentration and shove tore at Lizzie's mind as a knife would with skin. It was agonizing. Lizzie let out an inhuman scream, and clutched at her head, trying through the dizzying pain to hold Magneto in place. She failed. Through the red that was coloring her eyes, she saw Magneto straighten and advance towards her.
She felt, rather than saw, Mystique turn into an eagle and save herself from the traffic below the van. "LIZZIE!" Jo screamed, who could sense her pain.
Lizzie stumbled, and Magneto grabbed her arm in an iron grip. Through the blood that was dripping from her forehead, where the pain in her mental energy had transformed to real injury, Lizzie could see a small black form in the sky, racing towards them.
"No!" Magneto growled, and, assuming that Lizzie was too weak to escape him, loosened his grip on her arm. He assumed wrong. Finding some strength within her, Lizzie rammed her head back, into his chin. She heard something crunch and break, and Magneto let her go to cradle his broken jaw. She collapsed, just too weak to get up and too weak to use her skills, but not too weak to go unconscious.
Out of the black jet, Jean, Scott, and Storm leaped out and onto the van. Lizzie closed her eyes weakly during the ensuing battle between the X-Men and Magneto, Mystique, Toad, and Sabertooth, the last two having arrived a few moments earlier.
She opened her eyes a few moments later, and accepted Scott's hand up. However, her knees buckled, and he caught her before she fell. "Jean!" he said. Jean moved Jo out of the van and up to the roof. "Are you crazy?!" Jo screamed at them. "We'll crash!" Then she caught sight of Lizzie. "Lizzie!" she gasped. Jean telekinetically moved them all up to the jet, where Jo rushed to Lizzie's side, sobbing.
Lizzie then fell into unconsciousness, but not before she saw Magneto's ship blast off into the air, and then fade.
A/N: I know this was a little unrealistic, but I've been looking forward to this chapter for a looong while! I've always wanted to have Lizzie fight Magneto. I maybe overdid it...oh well, please don't flame! You can't expect everything to be perfect, after all! Also, I probably used too much screaming and shouting...but again, oh well. pleasepleasepleaseplease no flames!
