Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own X-Men, X-Men: Evolution, or their characters; all of it belongs to Marvel Comics and their individual creators. The characters of Stacey Lofton, Cole, and Vicki Byrne belong to Stacey Lofton (read our Evo/PotC crossover story on her name!). Aliana LeBeau belongs to Aliana LeBeau. Mithra belongs to stormelle. I reserve the rights to this fiction, its story line, Leila Stone, Leonora Traviata, Carolyn Darjay, Niccolò Traviata, Pricilla Kenes, Christopher Swainison/Meltdown, Toby McGrathe/Phantom, Karl Angler/Armour, and Glint.

A/n: Hey there and welcome back to another chapter of Confessions of a Future Past! Sorry this one is so late, school is starting up so I've had a lot of junk to do, and I was out of town again. And then I got a bloody virus. But, I do promise to try to start bring things together in this chapter.

Confessions of a Future Past

Chapter 8: Sudden Impact

2029

After some time of trying to remind Glint of her past Bobby had one last idea. "Hey Vick, did I tell you I ran into some of the new Xavier students at the mall yesterday? Yeah, they asked me if I'd do a danger room session with them next week, teach them some of the old Iceman tricks. At first I was gonna say no, but then I got to thinking about when we'd take on all those extra sessions. Those were a lot of fun, weren't they?"
"Yeah, remember when Stacey and Lelia figured out how to create their own virtual program? And they turned the danger room into an amusement park?"

"Of coarse, they made me pay admission," Bobby laughed. "Oh, what about when I beat Logan at his own session by icing the whole room? He was slipping all over and had to crawl across the floor with his claws dug into the ice."

"Oh, I wish we could have gotten that on tape," Vicki commented. She then turned around on the bed to face Glint behind them. "Hey, what's your favourite session memory?"

"I, um," Glint started, her face scrunched up trying to remember. She started fidgeting with her necklace as she tried to grasp hold of her memories. "Uh, I remember..."

Vicki tensed in anticipation, was Bobby's plan actually working?

"I...I remember seeing a session from really high up. There were windows all around this room I was in, and there was um...some computers too."

"The observation deck of the D.R." Bobby helped her along.

"Yeah, and um...there were cannons and explosions below me and I wanted to go down there. Sorry it's kinda fuzzy," Glint continued to fiddle with her necklace.

"No, that's good. I remember that too. That was the first time the Professor showed us the danger room," Vicki explained.

"Yeah. I-I remember you being there now. And there was someone else too. A boy. Taller than us with light brown hair."

"His name was-"Vicki started, but was interrupted as Glint finished her sentence.

"-Jason." The pendant of her necklace popped open with a small "click."

"Whoa, how'd you do that? That thing was sealed tight," Bobby exclaimed and got up from his perch on the bed and knelt down next to Glint, Vicki close in tow doing the same.

There was a round, translucent bubble inside, the size of a small bead. As they watched it grew larger, starting to slowly rise above the open locket. The diameter was now that of the length of a pencil. Within seconds a dark figure appeared inside. The figure then turned into a tall woman with short hair. When she started to speak, it was extremely hard to hear her, just a whisper to which her lips didn't match. They guessed maybe she was using telepathy, but still couldn't hear it.

"Is that..." Bobby started, but was interrupted.

"Lía!"

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2029-Somewhere underneath New York.

Two slender women walked into a dark room with a table in the centre. They were both wearing long jeans and similar black shirts with the Xavier Institute logo on the front. The taller one, a blonde, had on a thick, black jacket; the other, with long red hair, wore a flowing black trench coat.

Once they were closer they could see three more people sitting at the table in the dim light. From left to right there was a man with short, messy brown hair; a man with dark skin and even darker hair; and a woman with pale skin and brown curls framing her face. The original two women sat down at the table, between the first man and the other woman.

The redhead planted a kiss on the cheek of the man next to her. "Hey Jamie."

"You're not supposed to call me that," Jamie answered.

"Oh please, no one's gonna find us for awhile," she groaned.

"Fine then, Lelia," he stressed her name in a mocking manner. He then turned his attention to the blonde on the other side of Lelia who was pulling on a pair of leather gloves. "Cold, Stacey?"

"We all are," the dark man answered.

"Chris is right. I mean, I've dealt with New York winters all my life, but I never would have guessed being under the city would be even colder," Stacey commented.

The pale brunette reached below her chair and pulled out a small paper bag and placed it on the table. "Maybe some food will warm you up," she said to everyone else.

Stacey quickly opened the bag and pulled out a few cookies. "Chocolate chip cookies! Rockin'!" Soon everyone had their hands on one or two of the treats.

"Aliana, you're the best!" Lelia said as soon as she was done devouring her first cookie.

"Actually, Bobby brought them," Aliana confessed.

"He's certainly good in my book," Chris said through a mouthful of crumbs.

"How'd he get them here?" Jamie questioned.

"He brought them himself. I gave him Lelia's old image inducer so he could hide from any futurians if they found him. He managed to hook it up so he could appear invisible in case of emergency."

"Well, I definitely call a cookie shortage an emergency," Stacey said with only the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"You're a genius, Ali!" Lelia suddenly shouted.

"Ah am?" Aliana was surprised by her friend's sudden outburst.

"She is?" Chris asked skepticly.

"Yeah, she is. Listen, if Bobby has my old inducer, then-"

"We can communicate with him!" Jamie interrupted Lelia.

"Precisely my point," she beamed.

"Here, you deserve a cookie," Stacey joked as she passed a cookie Lelia's way.

"Oh, we weren't called in here just for cookies, were we?" Jamie realised.

"Sorry, I got distracted," Chris confessed, "I got word from Scott on the game plan."

"Which means…?" Aliana pried.

"We're gonna strike back."

A/N: Well, yeah. It was short. But the next chapter more than makes up for it! Yeah, I've already got the next chapter written, yay me! You'll have to wait until Saturday for that one though.