Disclaimer: I don't own "X-men"
The next day, the girls met everyone as they were loading up the bus to the New York Science and History Museum. 3 in particular were Rouge, Bobby, and Pyro. Rouge and Sarah became fast friends when Rouge found out Sarah had claws, and very much in common. They both like to sing, listen to any kind of music (Especially Evanescence), and have great taste for adventure. They all sat together talking on the way. Jean, the Professor, and Storm looked back at them smiling.
"I guess they've become the stars of the school," laughed Storm.
"Yes. They really have gotten through as sisters. It's not very common you know. Three young women; related; and all with mutant genes. It's a miracle. And they're very proud of their mutations. They don't see it as a curse like the others; they see it as a gift. I'm surprised even Sarah has gone through life knowing that she had Adamantium claws like Logan," informed Professor X
"Professor, do you think there's some connection between the girls and Logan's past? I mean, it can't be just coincidence that the oldest has claws like him. She can't just be born with them. Logan had his surgically inserted," protested Jean.
"That you are correct Jean. But I don't think that they have something with Logan, but just to make sure, I want you to give some blood tests to them. Their mother did want them to find their father after all. But it probably is just coincidence Jean,"
An hour later, they arrived at the Museum. Storm took Sarah and Marissa's group, while Jean and Scott took Sammy's group. In Storms group, they were looking at a statue of a caveman in a snow covered scale next to a wolf.
"Neanderthals," she started. "We once believed that they were wiped out by years of conflict with a much more advanced branch of humanity called Cro-Magnon man. But recent research into our own DNA suggests that these two species may have interbred evolving into modern humans. In other words what?"
"Us." The class answered
"Us. Right," said Storm. "Artie! Not here,"
Sarah and Marissa looked back at a boy in a red and white striped shirt. Whatever he was doing, it was his mutation.
Meanwhile in Sammy's group, they were watching a short film on how dinosaurs existed in ancient times. Sammy was way in the back trying to get a good view. No luck. She crossed her arms pouting trying to listen. The only thing that kept her occupied though was Jean and Scott.
"My dreams are getting worse. Scott, I keep feeling something terrible is about to happen," she heard Jean say.
Sammy started to grow concerned for Jean. When she met Jean she seemed calm. But what's wrong with her? She saw Sarah and Marissa's group come up to them.
"Hey, have you guys seen Bobby and Rouge?" Storm asked Scott and Jean
"Sammy! Come on! We're gonna go get a soda from the vends!" cried Marissa
Sammy brightened up, and went with her sisters to the vending machines close to the food court. Sarah got out her 3 dollars and made them smooth.
"What do you want?" she asked
"I want Sprite!" called Sammy.
"Vanilla Coke!" Marissa ordered.
Sarah got their drinks out of the vending machine and gave them to them, leaving one last dollar for herself.
"And now, to treat myself to something that makes the world taste better: Dr. Pepper!" she exclaimed.
Sarah put her money in, and pressed the button. Nothing came out.
"Aww! Man! Come on!" she complained. Sarah turned to the man on her right. "Hey buddy, can you help me out here? I...hey. Yo! Dude, I'm talking to you!"
"Um Sarah...I don't think he's moving," warned Sammy.
The girls looked around at each other. No one was moving except them.
"What's going on here?" asked Marissa.
"Storm!" cried Sammy.
"Girls!" cried Jeans voice. "Come on! We have to leave! Something came up,"
"Go on," said Sarah to her sisters as they followed Jean.
Sarah turned back to the vending machine. With a sour look on her face, she gave it a kick. The soda came out surprisingly.
"Finally!" she cried as she took out her soda and followed the rest of the class.
As soon as they got on the bus everyone was talking about a mutant attacking the White House. It was Chatter-Ville in there.
"What happened?" asked Sammy.
"There was an attack at the White House. Possibly more than one mutant involved," declared Rouge
"That's freaky,"
"Yeah I know. Hey, you guys wanna play Laser Tag when we get back to the mansion? Bobby's got the equipment."
"I love that game!" cried Sarah at the sound of her favorite game.
Marissa groaned. She always gets creamed in that game.
"I'll pass. I hate that sport," she mumbled
"More fun for us!" cried Bobby.
"And I know what'll make it even more fun," snickered Sammy rubbing her hands together.
"Boys vs. Girls" Sarah and Sammy said together with high fives
A few hours later...
Sarah, Sammy, and Rouge had their guns ready, plastic chest plates strapped on and plenty of courage with them as they raced in the halls, chased by Bobby, Pyro, and Artie. As they raced by the banister they were cornered. They tried to shoot them but couldn't get their targets until they ran out of ammo. The boys smiled.
"How we gonna get out of this one?" asked Rouge
"Go with Sammy. She'll float you down. I'll hold them off," said Sarah smiling evilly.
Rouge took Sammy's hand in her gloved one, and suddenly felt her feet lift off the ground. They went over the banister and floated to the floor.
"That was so cool! Can we do that again?" she asked Sammy
"I'm surprised you didn't even get sick. Most people do. Well, people who know my mutation that is,"
Suddenly, Rouge heard the sound of an engine roaring outside, and stopped. She smiled as she turned her head to the door, and a man in leather jacket came in.
"Logan!" she cried wrapping his arms around him
"Miss me, kid?" Logan asked
"Not really,"
"How you doing?"
"I'm okay. How are you?"
"Who's this?"
Logan pointed at Sammy.
"Oh that's Sammy. She's new. She's really cool. And...hey where's Sarah?" asked Rouge
"Up here!" cried a voice
Everyone looked up and saw Sarah hanging upside down on the chandelier. Rouge laughed.
"Since when did you become a monkey instead of a cat?" she joked.
"Sarah, get down from there! You'll get hurt!" shouted Sammy
"Hmm. Now where have I heard that saying before...Oh yeah! Never!" Sarah laughed.
Logan sniggered a little bit. The girl had guts.
"And why is that?" he wondered
"Watch me when I hit my head when I fall, and I'll still live," Sarah said in her daring voice.
"NO!" shouted Sammy. "I hate that! Cause then I'll think you'll be really dead!"
"All right fine! I'm coming down!" complained Sarah
Using her gymnastics skills, Sarah somersaulted off the chandelier and landed safely on the ground in front of Logan
"Name's Feline," she greeted
"Wolverine," Logan returned
"Dang it! I wish they gave me that name," Sarah thought to herself.
"Look who's come back. Just in time," said Storm as she came down the stairs.
"For what?" asked Logan
"We need a babysitter,"
"Babysitter?"
Sammy, Sarah, and Rouge bursted out laughing, holding each other for support. Logan shot a death glare at them. Through her tears of laughter, Sammy couldn't help but notice that it was the same kind of glare Sarah gives to some idiot.
"Nice to see you again Logan," said Storm smiling.
"Hey Logan," said a voice.
Wiping tears from their eyes, the girls saw Jean coming down the stairs. Logan stopped glaring and started staring at Jean.
"Hi Jean," he said.
"Uh, I should go, and get the jet ready," said Storm. "Sarah, Sammy, I'd like to talk to you too. Marissa's downstairs waiting,"
"Um, don't you mean upstairs?" asked Sammy pointing up.
Storm led the girls to a hidden elevator, and pretty soon, they stared in wonder. Everything was, black, chromed, or blue. It had everything: Jets, uniforms, everything. Marissa was standing looking around.
"Wow," she whispered
"This is so cool! Can we drive the jet on my sweet sixteen birthday Storm? Please? I'll get my license by the time I turn that age!" begged Sarah
"Ha Ha! Sarah you can't just go in there and start it when you're just right for it. You have to learn the basics," explained Storm.
"Basics right. And then I can fly the jet?"
"You have to be an X-man to do it,"
"Right. Get my license, learn the basics, become an X-man, and then fly the jet!"
"Sarah! Take a breath before you spaz out!" Marissa said raising an eyebrow.
"Don't worry Sarah. You'll fly the jet, if you do plan to stay here," reassured Storm
"I'm staying then! So, what do we have to do to be X-men?" asked Sammy
"Well, first you have to graduate from school. While you're at it, you can learn some martial arts, if we ever get a teacher to teach it,"
"Great! So I only have 3 more years of school, then I become one of you! Can this get any better?" asked Sarah
"Girl, if we knew our dad, he would be so proud!" exclaimed Marissa
"But guys...what if dad really is dead? What if he was one of those guys who hate mutants, which is, I'm sorry to say, most of the world?" asked Sammy
Marissa and Sarah wiped their smiles of their face. They knew Sammy was right. Either way could be right. Storm put an arm around the girls.
"Don't worry. We'll find him. Dead or alive. If he's a mutant, I'm sure he'll be especially proud of you. If not, I'm sure he'll still love you. What happened to him?" asked Storm
"Ask Sarah that. She knows the story well. Mom's told her about it all the time," Marissa pointed out.
"Well, I was just born when dad took me to work with him for "Take your daughter to work day" at a military base somewhere up in Canada. That's where I was born. He worked with my uncle. That's how he met mom. Anyway, the next day, we were considered missing. The police looked everywhere for me and dad. One of them found me, my newly inserted knives out, and knuckles bleeding. Luckily I was born with a healing ability, so I healed up pretty quick. But they gave up on dad," Sarah explained
Later that evening, Sarah, Sammy, and Marissa were in the living room with a bunch of little kids watching "Ella Enchanted" on the DVD Player. Outside it was raining hard again, so they had to turn it up because of the storm's noise. Suddenly, the TV went off.
"Hey!" cried Sammy.
The girls looked back, and saw Logan with the remote in his hands. Sarah gave her death glare at him
"Bed. All of you. Now!" he said
"Logan, can't we just watch it until the end. It's almost over. You just turned off the part Ella almost stabs Char! That's my favorite part!" cried Sarah
Marissa rolled her eyes. Sarah always liked the dramatic scenes in a movie.
"Storm told me 8:00 for all you munchkins. I'm not watching all of you anymore for the rest of the night. Go now! Before you'll regret getting on my ugly side!"
"Which one is it again?" mumbled Sarah.
Marissa giggled, and they all went upstairs to their dorms.
"Night guys," said Rouge.
"See ya tomorrow Rouge," said Marissa
That night, as it stopped raining, the nightmare began again. It was the usual routine for Sarah though. But it always left her sick to the stomach, sweating until she soaked her sheets and pillow, and screaming as she wakes up. It would start out as a happy scene, her mother holding her in the air as a baby, and a man. He looked tough, but he was kind and gentle to her. And he would always whisper "You're my little angel" to her ears. But then something bad would happen. Something horrible.
Flash! A baby was crying in the arms of a soldier. One soldier, her father, was being held back trying to get to her.
"Let her go!" he would say. "Take me. Not her! She's only a baby!"
The baby would cry even more, screaming for her father. Sarah wanted to help, but it took her months to realize that she was the baby, and the soldier was her father. But the soldier holding her, wouldn't let her go.
Flash! The father from earlier holding the child in his arms cradling her.
"No matter what happens you'll always be my little angel," he whispered before soldiers took them away.
Flash! The father releasing Adamantium claws and attacking the soldiers. He looked at the baby sleeping with her knuckles bleeding, but he didn't take her with him. He had forgotten her.
Flash! A cop handing the baby Sarah to her mother, crying.
"Did you find him?" she asked
"I'm sorry ma'm," the cop would say.
Sarah woke up screaming again as the nightmare was over. She looked around. She was sitting straight up in her bed in her dark dorm. Her sisters were still sleeping, and she sighed. Her pillow and sheets were wet, and she was panting with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Daddy, if you can hear me, please come back!" she whispered
Sarah got out of bed in her pink pajama bottoms that had sheep on it, and her black tank top, wiping her tears. She got her robe and went downstairs.
(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I had tests to study for, big jerks to diss, and a cute guy to drool over. UPDATE NOW!)