My first X-Men fic. Hope you all like it! It's not a one-shot, but I decided to match it up with a song anyway. It was just very convenient, and I couldn't turn away from it. Song is "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence.

Set a little before X2.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of X-Men... blah, blah, blah. I only own Evy, and a few other things I put in just to make the story run smoothly... blah, blah, blah. But, seriously, whoever thinks I would actually own X-Men and be writing on fanfic needs to be taken out back and have some sense beaten into them. Just sayin'. I also don't own any of the bands I may mention, no matter how much I wish I did.

Prologue

You don't remember me, but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...

Evy shifted from one leg to the other, annoyed at how long she had been waiting. The minutes had felt like hours, and, seeing as she had no watch on her, it very well could have been that long since she had gotten off the plane. The airport which she had landed in was a dreary gray that seemed to suck the life out of any unfortunate thing that stayed in or near it for too long, and she was already feeling depressed without some idiotic building making it worse.

Anyone passing by could probably tell her mood just by the way she was dressed. She had chosen dark camo-colored pants, a simple black tank top, and a black sweater with the heartogram on the front, and the band name HIM on the back. Ironically, Dark Light was the CD currently occupying her CD player.

The second CD, she bitterly reminded herself. She had already finished Matchbook Romance, and was over halfway through with this one. She figured she would have to put in another one, and started mentally going through her options. Evy practically lived off of her CDs, so she knew them all by heart. She didn't understand everyone's unhealthy obsession with mp3 players, or iPods. She stuck with the trusted silver discs.

After an extremely short, mental argument, Evy decided to give the "Xavier Institute" people twenty more minutes. After that, she would abandon them, hail a cab like everyone around her seemed to be doing, and find someplace to stay. Someplace where no annoying family members or so-called "friends" could find her. It's what she should've done in the first place, when the school was first mentioned. But she stayed. She'd be lying if she said she didn't know why.

Jealously, she wached the people who actually have punctual rides drive off. Ten minutes went by, then fifteen. Finally, her internal clock said enough time had passed. Picking up her red-and-gray bag and throwing it over her shoulder, she was one swift movement away from hailing a cab, when fate decided to screw her plans. Just as she was about to stick out her thumb to hitchike (she couldn't whistle for the life of her), a black car pulled up behind her. She turned to face it, as someone was stepping out of the driver's seat. Soon, Evy was faced with a white haired woman. Despite the color of her hair, she looked only about mid to late twenties, though with plastic surgery nowadays, there was no hope in guessing how old she actually was.

The woman smiled at her, and took a step closer, not bothering to shut the car door.

"Evy Kader, I presume." she said, to which Evy nodded. She had been holding out her hand for a handshake, but Evy was too preoccupied with the thoughts of who this woman was, and how the hell she knew her name.

Seeming to understand her hesitation, the woman introduced herself. "I'm Ororo Monroe. I'm one of your new professors."

"Oh, hello." Evy finally said, trying, and failing, to picture herself addressing anyone by professor.

"Let's just put your suitcase in the trunk, and then I'll introduce you to some of the others." At this, she motioned to the car, in which Evy could see several other people.

Fitting Evy's one and only suitcase in the trunk was easier said than done. It turns out that, since the car was relatively small, most of the space had been given to the back seat, which left very little for the trunk. After nearly having to sit on the trunk to get her overpacked suitacse to fit, Evy walked around to the car door on the side that her "professor" had also motioned to. It would take a lot of practice to get used to that word. Evy rarely addressed anyone, let alone addressed them with respect.

Opening the door, she prepared to get in, but stopped when she saw who was already sitting there.

It was him. John...

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live, to breathe
You're taking over me

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Okay, forgive me. I know that was really short. Blame it on my weird obsession with turning almost every chapter into a cliffhanger. Because of that, I will be updating extremely soon. Think of this as sort of a prologue (which is why I called it a prologue). Also, I think I subcounsciously wanted to see if people would actually read this before I took attention away from my other story to write this one. If you liked it so far, review! If you didn't, review anyway! But at least let the review have criticism I can actually use, instead of complete story-bashining.

Reviews make me feel warm and fuzzy inside!