Disclaimer: I don't own any form of X-Men, Evolution, The Animated Series, Comics, or otherwise. They belong to Marvel Comics. All three elements are used in this fiction, but mostly the comics and Evolution. The only things I own are this story, the plot, Ghost, La Luce, Carolyn Darjay, Niccolò Traviata, Pricilla Kenes, and Glint. Vicki and Stacey belong to Stacey Lofton (check out her PotC story), and Aliana belongs to Aliana LeBeau.
A/n: Wow. I didn't realise this was soooo late! I'm sorry! I had a few computer crashes and other issues. Well, I have your chapter for you here and already have some others mostly written. Enjoy!
Confessions of a Future Past
Chapter 5: Knowing the Field
2029
"Agent Carolyn Darjay, Agent Niccolò Traviata, and Agent Pricilla Kenes. So, these are the best agents the Sentinel Troops could offer? Well, we'll see about that," a tall grey-haired man said to three in front of him. Carolyn noted his technical visor, which came over his ear and covered only one eye. She guessed that the information he received on it told him of both his sentinel agents, and their enemy's known agents. She stood at attention for her new commanding officer as he continued. "Alright, now, your assignment is to find these mutants that are currently missing in action: Victoria Bryne, James Madrox, Leila Stone, Rahne Sinclair, Evan Daniels, Jubilation Lee, Tabitha, Todd Tolansky, and of coarse Mr. Traviata, your mother, Leonora Traviata. Here are the files on each of them, I trust you will study them carefully and bring these wretched beings to justice for their crimes."
Once they were dismissed the three agents huddled around the files that Pricilla held in her hands. She divided them amongst the group, each deciding to memorise the files they chose.
"Alright, tonight we'll go over the files. Don't overlook anything, the smallest thing could prove consequential," Pricilla told them as she looked over the ones she had chosen: Todd Tolansky, Rahne Sinclair, and Victoria Bryne. She'd spend the night memorising everything about these people over a massive cup of coffee.
"Yeah, yeah, we know the deal," Niccolò griped, "We do this all the time. This will be easy."
"I wouldn't be so sure, Nick. These muties have evaded us for quite sometime now. Some of them even faked their deaths. But, we're still the best in the business. The freaks don't stand a chance," Carolyn said through the teeth of her satisfied smile.
2015
"I don't believe this," Ghost said with slight fear in her voice, "Someone knows our past, and has our future written out, but I can't let it happen like this, I won't let them go down. And why aren't there any dates in here? I can't save my friends on guesses of what might happen, and how do I even know all of this WILL happen and-" she rambled on to herself then stopped and looked down at the closed book in her hands. "It ca'n't be," she said as realization struck her.
Walking quickly to the front door she picked up her cell phone, and dialed Stacey's cell number, and put her keys in her pocket as she waited for it to ring. She heard a faint ring coming from Stacey's bedroom, and Ghost groaned as she realized that the girl forgot her phone at home again. "Perfect," she said as she hung up, then dialed another number. After three rings she was about to hang up, when she heard a voice on the other end of the line. "Jamie! You home?"
"Of coarse I'm home, you called me at home," Jamie answered.
"Oh yeah. Jamie, something urgent has come up, I'm coming over ok?" She said nervously.
"What's wrong?"
"No time to explain, I'll be there in five minutes," she said as she hung up the phone and pulled her white trench coat around her and quickly scribbled a note to her roommates. "Found something important, went to Jamie's house. Call my cell when you get back. Ghost." Then she rushed out the door and into the elevator and moments later drove her car to a small apartment complex. She walked up to the entrance door and pushed a button on the wall and spoke into a small box, "Jamie? Jamie it's Ghost, can you let me in?"
"Sure thing," a voice came through the box before a buzz sounded signalling the door was unlocked. Ghost opened the door and walked across the lobby and entered the elevator and pushed the button for level 8. Exiting the elevator she walked down the hall to room 8C and walked through the door. "Jamie!" she exclaimed as she made her way into the room, then not seeing him in the living room questioned, "Jamie? Jamie where are you?"
"Kitchen," he sounded back.
"Hiya," she said as she walked into the kitchen and saw Jamie making himself a sandwhich.
"Hey, so what's the big emergency? You sounded kind of freaked out on the phone," he asked as he looked up at her with concern.
"Yeah," she pulled a leatherbound book out of her coat pocket and tossed it on the table in front of Jamie. "Look familiar?"
"Where'd you find this old thing?" Jamie asked as he examined the page-worn, old leather book in his hands. There was no title of any sort, presumably a journal, and there was a piece of twine spun round it, to keep it shut and keep the pages in. He sniffed it; it even smelled slightly of mould.
"It was left on the doorstop of our apartment," she replied, searching his eyes for any signs of recognition. So far, she saw none.
"Well, maybe next time you should leave it there."
"Jamie! Don't you remember it?" Leila said as she took the small book from his hands and started trying to untie the tight knot of twine.
"No, can't say that I do," he watched her working on the small amount of string to no avail and reached over and quickly untied it. "Now, can you tell me what this is all about?"
"Okay, well, about ten years ago, when we were at the institute we found this little trinket in our classroom. Nobody knew who's it was or how it got there. It was weird, but the strangest thing is this," she said as she opened it up to a page in the front of the book and passed it over to him.
Jamie read with interest the short paragraph on the dog-eared page. When he finished and looked up, Leila saw a certain amusement in his eyes. "You keep a diary?" he asked trying to surpress his laughter.
"I didn't write any of that. I can't believe you don't remember this. We found this journal, with all the entries about things that happened to us all ready in there. There's even stuff that hasn't happened yet. At first I thought it was some sort of cruel joke, then I remembered where I'd seen it before. And look at this," she said and flipped the pages to the front cover where a note was scrawled in faded ink.
"I warned you once, but you wouldn't listen. This is your last chance to change this future," he read aloud. "Time travelers."
"I didn't even think of that. But that's got to be it, time travelers. We only know like one or two of them though, who could it be?"
"What about Vicky?" Jamie asked, connecting the dots.
"Maybe. I think Stacey has her address somewhere at home, I'll ask her later."
Jamie started randomly flipping through the pages, reading things he remembered, and things that were supposed to happen. One in particular caught his eye, it was about that morning. His eyes grew wide when he read the bottom of the page, that night. "Uh, Ghost, you didn't read all of this did you?"
"No, why?" she curiously.
"No reason. It's probably best to keep things a surprise though, don't you think?"
"I guess," she glanced down at her watch, "Blast. I didn't realise it was that late. I've really got to get going, I'm supposed to do this presentation at the museum today."
"Alright, I'll see you later. We're still on for tonight, right?" he said; standing up he led her to the door.
"Of coarse," she planted a kiss on his cheek and stepped out the door. "Bye!"
A/N: Well, that's all for now! I hope to have the next chapter up next weekend. I have a few chapters written, but they're on seperate computers and I kind of jumbled up a few things that I need to fix. Until the next chapter I'd love to hear what you guys want to happen to this fic and what you think Jamie read in the book.
Now! Go review!...oh, and have a mango and a few cookies for reading.