Disclaimer: Of this, I only own Sharon and the plot, unless otherwise stated. The codename for Sharon was thought up by Agent-G. X-Men Evolution is not owned by me in any way, don't think about dragging me to court, because I am positively broke.

A/N: I need some time off of Vacation (that sounded weird), but my imagination won't let me stop writing, so another story! Yay!

Strings

Sharon wasn't the tallest, smartest, most beautiful or sweetest person in the world, but she probably was the one with one of the worst attitudes. The only thing that really physically stood out with her was the combination of pale blue eyes and brown hair.

With her 5"6, she was far from an imposing figure, but at the moment, she was positively seething and with the look in her eyes, anyone would slowly back away against a wall. Which was the case right now.

Sharon was a 16 year old girl, clothed in dark jeans, blood red T-Shirt and a jeans jacket. A ragged scar on her left lower arm was hidden under the jacket. The source of that scar was also the source of her fear of canines. When she had been only eight years old, a large dog had bitten her, leaving a serious wound and later an ever present reminder of that event.

The girl had no family, her mother had died when she was only five and her father had disappeared little over a year ago. With no other family to take her in, Sharon was sent to a foster family, where she soon proved to be uncontrolable and ended up being shipped from family to family while trying to find out what had happened to her father.

"Nothing?! You found nothing?!" she stomped around in the small room, her hands gesturing madly around her, "you tell me you haven't found a freakin' thing in all this time?! I came to you because the files at school said you were the best!"

"You hacked the schoolfiles, why don't you do it yourself?" the boy said. He looked several years older then Sharon, taller and stronger, but he still stood backed against a wall. There was something in her manner that made him quite certain that she would shred him to pieces if he did something stupid.

The room they were in was small, sunlight flooded in through the open window while a computer hummed in the background. Across the wall to the right of the window were shelves filled with books on subjects that Sharon didn't care for in the slightest way. The wallpaper was a dull, even grey colour, like the carpet. The one who had decorated it certainly needed some new inspiration.

"Schoolfiles are easy. Military is a whole new level! Which is why I came to you. And you said, I will quote: 'yeah, sure, I'll getcha that info in a couple of weeks.' It is now two months later and they're shipping me of again! You're still with zilch!" her voice dropped from infuriated to to an eerily calm tone, "I. Need. To. Know. What. Happened. To. My. Father. Get it? I will not find out when I'm working with boys who overestimate themselves."

Sharon turned around, taking in a deep breath to calm herself. It was no use blowing up in the lad's face. He couldn't help it, after all. It wouldn't help her at all if she chased him off, she needed his help to get into the military files.

"He could be dead, you know," the boy made a fatal error with that statement.

Sharon turned around, her eyes flaring up in anger, causing the boy to press away harder against the wall, wishing it would swallow him through, which it didn't, so he was still in the same room with one very angry Sharon.

"He is not dead!" Sharon yelled, "He is not dead! You hear?! I don't care what you do. For my part you make that wretched computer of yours tapdance but you will at least find one tid-bit of information for me!"

The anger boiling up in Sharon somehow triggered something that would forever change her world. It was the strangest sensation, as if something flowed from her, together with a rush of adrenaline, she couldn't describe it.

A faint rummbling sound started behind them, Sharon tried to ignore it, but the boy's eyes shifted, and widened in a fearful shock. As she slowly turned around, she knew how she could describe the feeling she was having: as if invisible strings were connecting her to something and Sharon would bet all her money on the computer. The thing seemed to move all on itself, hopping from one corner onto another.

"Tapdancing?" Sharon whispered looking stunned, before realization dawned. For the first time in Sharon's teenage life, confrontation with dogs and other canines not mentioned, a look of fear spread onto her face: was she doing this? Was she a...

"Mutie freak!" she suddenly heard the boy hiss behind her. Sharon whipped her head around and stared at him, now no longer seeing fear on the face, now she saw a look of disgust and hate. She staggered slightly backwards, as if hit, her mind in too much of a turmoil to deal with the sudden hate she saw and Sharon fled from the room, the house, just running, rushing past people on the street as if she was running for her life.

When Sharon stopped running, gasping for breath and not knowing how long she had been running, a lone tear trickled down her face while her eyes held many. She furiously brushed it away: she, Sharon Keane, did NOT cry. With a shuddering breath, she tried to achieve reign over her emotions again.

She was a mutant? But how? Why? Sharon brushed one hand through her hair while looking at her surroundings, but not quite seeing it. Had her father known? Had he been a mutant? Was that why he had disappeared? She slumped against a wall, her head burried in her hands and cried, against all wishes, against her own will, she cried untill she was too numb to cry.

The sky darkened as Sharon finally found her control again, two words pounding in her head: 'mutie freak'. She couldn't go back, that boy would undoubtedly have told others, her foster family. They weren't exactly mutant friendly folks.

"Nice, real nice," she muttered sarcastically to herself, "I thought my life sucked before, I wonder when I hit rock bottom."

The sky darkened further as the girl walked aimlessly to some point unkown to herself. Stars appeared in the sky as the night enveloped Sharon in his toxic embrace. The chill calming her, as a mother soothing her crying baby and a new realization grew in her. Her face set stern, her pace fastening: she could use this to find out more about her father, but first, she needed to gain control over this power.

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- = Next morning, at the Institute = -

"What did ya wanted to see us 'bout, Chuck?" Logan strolled into Xavier's office, followed by Ororo.

"Cerebro located another mutant, a young girl by the name of Sharon Keane, 16 years of age, no known family. Her mother died 11 years ago, her father is missing in action, presumed dead. She has been moved around a lot of foster families through the year," Xavier looked from one to the other, "her power only just surfaced."

"What is the child's power?" Ororo sat down in a chair in front of the desk while Logan stood with his back against a wall, next to the window.

"Animating objects," the professor replied.

"Who do we take with us?" Logan asked him, understanding that Xavier wanted to invite the girl.

"No one, Sharon has an outstanding record for disregarding authority," Xavier looked straight at Logan, indicating that he thought that Logan should try and invite the girl.

"Great," Logan groaned.

"Are you sure that would be wise, Xavier?" Ororo raised an eyebrow.

"Hey!" Logan growled slightly.

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- = Same morning, with Sharon = -

Sharon was walking, she hated walking. She had been walking last night untill she was too tired. She had decided late last night that she was going to head to New York, try to get a fake ID there and get a job. What did you need for waitressing? Certainly no rocket-science, Sharon hoped. And if people started questioning her age, she could always say she looked young for her age. Sharon didn't expect that they would buy it, though, neither did she think she had enough money for a fake ID.

"Really, the next time I decided to do this, I should plan it," she muttered to herself, hands pushed into her pockets of the jacket, her face dirty and with slight traces of tears.

Deciding she needed to rest for a while, Sharon promptly sat down on the ground, not really caring if her clothes got dirty, because they already were.

"This is me," she held her one hand in the air and placed her other on top of it, "and this is rock bottom. Anyone looking to kick me while I'm down? Great, now I'm talking to myself. Sharon, you're losing it. Why am I not surprised? I don't know, I only just found out I'm a mutant, no place to go, and nearly no money. Now, there is completely no reason for me to lose it."

Sharon knew she was feeling sorry for herself, but she thought she deserved it.

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- = At the Institute = -

"We like, heard that there would be a new student, is mister Logan, like, going to get her?" Kitty asked Ororo hesitantly while Logan disappeared on his bike.

"Yes, child, the professor seems to believe that he would be best to hand her the invitation," Ororo's voice betrayed that she wasn't entirely convinced about the professor's decission about sending Logan. The man wasn't, what you called, social.

Next chapter: you get to see just how stubborn Sharon is.