Disclaimer: I own nothing, none of the characters, places, or names. Just the situations.
A/N: Kindergarten situation for the X-Men, based on Evolution and a few friends of mine's ideas. Spiderman included in this fic (He does fit… It is proved in the comics…) If some of the pairings are weird, blame Mrs Jean Grey Summers board (though it rocks beyond belief). Oh and I'm gonna say they know Logan's proper name, as it seems weird not to if I do know… Just an opinion and just this fic…
Big thank you to: jacx, jenskott, Zoe March (), Agent-G (I thought Pietro had blue like Erik, but Wanda was like her mom?) , amazing redd phoenix, Nettlez, The Komodo Dragon Phoenix, Cloeymarie. YOU GUYS ROCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!
BTW! Me and Mimato-4eva are doing a joint fic! It's under the name Pryde's-Pride - called Love is a Complicated Thing.
Last time:
"Hello Wanda. It's lovely to meet you." Charles beamed down at her and turned his wheelchair so she could see the room that had been prepared. "Would you like to stay and play in my kindergarten?"
"Erik? Aren't you going to stay?"…"No."
"Ah'm Rogue…"
"Fred Dukes. Lance Alvers. Todd Tolensky. They are trouble makers, be alert Miss Monroe, especially Lance, he appears to be the ring leader."
"Remy, keep away from dat dere flameball."… "I'm John... Or Pyro."
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Already there were so many, it was a good thing, yet Charles had a sneaking suspicion he was going to need more help…
On with the next part! Meet the X-Men brats - I mean, kids!
A perky little red head rang the bell and knocked at the door, half hyper from the idea of staying away from home for more than a few hours. She ran around her fathers legs, causing him to smile, whilst her mother pursed her lips and looked away. Her sister mimicked her mother, trying to be as like her as possible.
A girl in her late teens answered the door and smiled at the Grey family. "Hello, would you care to come in?"
As John Grey opened his mouth to say yes, his wife interrupted. "No, we shall not, we have things to do."
John shrugged and picked his youngest daughter up to kiss her cheek lovingly. He hugged her tightly and smiled. "Be good my little Jean."
"Yes daddy." Jean smiled and kissed her daddy on the nose, before he put her down and looked at the exotic looking young woman.
"Take care of my baby Miss. I'll call her in the morning."
"Yes, of course Mr Grey." Ororo nodded and saw him hand Jean a small case, obviously with her special things in, that they hadn't sent ahead. "Hi there Jean, I'm Ororo. It's great to meet you finally."
"Yeah." Jean said distractedly waving to her family as they got into their car and drove away. She turned back to Ororo and smiled mischievously. "Do you have a play room? Did you get Mister Fuzzles?"
Laughing, Ororo nodded and held out a hand, which Jean took immediately. Walking indoors, Logan met them and Jean pounced on him, forcing him to show her the room she was staying in instead of Ororo. Shaking her head at the new students confidence, Ororo headed back to the kitchen to finish making lunch for the others. Lance stood in his doorway frowning.
"There's a new girl."
"New? What like?"
"But noooooooo-one can replace Wonderful Wanda!"
"Shut up Todd…" Fred knocked him off the bed and grinned at a now smirking Lance. "So?"
"Nothin' nice." Lance put in and sat down on his own bed, next to Fred's. He pulled out his colouring book and began to colour the faces in black.
Fred rolled his eyes at his friend's behaviour and turned around to look at Todd who was still lying on his back, his eyes tightly closed and his hands pressed to his heart. Fred laughed and dropped onto him, causing Todd to grunt and kick him. Looking up at what was going on Lance grinned widely.
"Fight!" he leapt over Fred's bed and they all began to play fight on the floor, over the beds and generally all around the room.
Jean sat on her new bed, making Logan check everywhere for monsters. She hugged her latest teddy and smiled when Logan emerged from the closet.
"None in there now." He panted, after pretending to fight them off. Jean squealed with laughter and Logan grinned widely.
"Check under the bed! They always hide there!" Jean shouted and stood on the bed, bouncing up and down, enjoying the game.
"Right." Logan agreed and gave a growl before diving under the bed, causing another peal of laughter from Jean. He was that happy to hear her laugh, he tried to get up suddenly and banged his head hard on the bed. "OWWW! SH- SUGAR!"
Jean fell over laughing and crawled across her bed on her stomach until she could hang her head off the side and look underneath. "Sugar Logan? Not monsters?"
Her cheekiness made Logan smile again as he crawled backwards out from under the bed. He leant against the side and caught his breath, feeling his bump go away quickly. Jean sat up and leant on her elbows watching him quietly. She quickly moved and patted his head lightly. "Nice Logan, thank you. No monsters now. Run along Logan."
Eyes widening, Logan got up and obeyed the young girls orders. She was too darn cute and loveable for her own good. He sighed heavily. He was so whipped, and by a six-year-old. That was pathetic.
Logan? Come to my office. I have a task for you
Logan grunted in response knowing that the Professor could hear him. Strange hearing Chuck in his head still, no matter how long he'd been doing it. He swept along the corridor stealthily, listening for any upsets and growling when he heard the one in Lance, Todd and Fred's room. Why had Charles insist on them being together… his logic defied Logan and he gave up on thinking about it
"Ah, Logan. Good, I have already dealt with the three boys, as you can probably hear."
Logan grinned wolfishly and nodded. "Good on ya Chuck."
"Quite." Charles smiled abruptly, before changing the subject. "I have located a boy. I need you to go and fetch him. I will be backing you up, psychically."
Logan looked at Charles curiously. "Why do ya want me t' fetch him?"
"Because he is all alone, Logan, and Ororo has her hands quite full." Charles replied, irritated. "Please, the jet will take it's first recruitment flight in your hands."
Barely nodding, Logan made his way to the jet. A pick up. A recruitment. How sweet, he mocked in his own mind. Never-the-less he got on board and flew to the location of this boy, choosing to see what was so important about this boy that it couldn't wait.
Following mental instruction from Charles, Logan made his way down an alley to find a boy cowered at the end, a dirty piece of cloth wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. He stood up defiantly and Logan saw how thin he was. He moved with almost no noise, so as not to scare the boy too much
"Who's there?" The boy called loudly. "I can hear you, I know someone's there!"
Logan raised his eyebrows impressed. "A guy who wants t' help ya kid. There's a place, a school, f'r people like us."
"What? How do you know I'm like you! I don't believe you! Who are you?"
"My name's Logan, kid. You got a name?"
"Not for you." The boy answered smartly and stepped back, so he was pressed against the wall, away from the stranger. "Why would you help me? What would it cost? I haven't got anything to give you."
Listen to him. He's not like the others
A voice sounded in the boy's mind and he swung his head wildly, trying to find it's source. Logan knew what the Professor had done and tried to use it to his advantage.
"Listen, kid, I don't wanna hurt you, neither do I want anythin'. I just wanna help, I hate seein' kids hurt, it's a pet hate o' mine. So do this guy a favour, huh? Help me out, by lettin' me help you."
After a few tense moments, the boy became still and lowered his head to his chest. "Scott. Scott Summers."
Logan smiled uncertainly and reached out a hand slowly to lead Scott out towards the jet. Scott, however, had other ideas and promptly fainted, Logan supposed, from malnutrition or lack of sleep. He carried the light kid to the jet slowly, and felt a wave of pity wash over him.
'Poor kid… aint had much o' a life if this is it…'
He flew the jet home as smoothly as he could, communicating with Charles to set up a bed in the Medical Bay for the boy when they arrived. He was informed Hank McCoy was there and was ready to assist. Scott woke up during the flight though, for a brief moment and positively screamed when he realised he was in the air, causing him to be sick then fall asleep. He curled into a ball and made small, light snoring noises that only sensitive ears would hear, which made Logan grin, even though he'd have to clean the whole jet.
Jean stole down to the hangar as she heard Ororo say there was a boy coming in. She wondered if this boy would be fun, or if he'd be mean, or real nice, or even mega totally cool! She gasped in horror though when she saw the boy come off the jet in Logan's arms. He looked so… tiny and helpless. She ran forward and reached up to touch his cheek with one hand.
"He's so cold…" Jean said softly and breathed on her hand, before placing it again on his cheek.
A young Hank stared at the young lady before taking Scott from Logan and asking Jean if she would like to help check that the young man was alright. Getting Charles' consent, the three made their way to the medical bay, or med bay as Hank called it.
Jean stood by the bed side and looked anxiously at the boy who still had a rag wrapped around his eyes. She stretched up to look at him more closely and jumped as he stirred. He made a small moaning noise and tilted his face toward her.
"Who-? Where-where am I?"
Jean smiled uncertainly and smiled, stepping forward again to hang onto the end of the bed. "You're at Professor Xaviers. I'm Jean, Mister McCoy is gonna help you. Me too."
Scott turned his head away. "I don't need help."
"Yes you do." Jean insisted and folded her arms. "What's your name?"
Hank stood at the doorway and watched Jean talk to the boy. He smiled and was amused to see that the lad talked to Jean and gave her more information than Logan had got out of him. Possibly it was because of the feminine voice and approach.
"Scott…" The boy admitted to Jean and turned his face back. "Why are you here then?"
"I've got special powers." Jean giggled and smiled. "I can hear people's thoughts and move things. But the Professor says it's not to be ashamed of."
Barely noticing her words, Scott sat up. "Who else is here?"
Hank stepped forward, holding a glass of water and a few small vials. "Indeed, heightened senses, not your mutation I presume, but as a consequence. Most intriguing, I am Hank McCoy, a doctor, but not a bad one."
A grin appeared on his face, making Jean giggle. Hank smiled even more, before attending to Scott. "Now Mister Summers, would you kindly swallow these, I have some water for you, and I'm afraid you will have to have several vaccinations."
Scott paled and swung his legs off the bed. He tried to get down but found he couldn't. He heard a small noise come from somewhere to his left and he guessed it was Jean.
"Moving things." She muttered, concentrating. "And stoppin' them Scott."
Upstairs Logan and Charles were speaking quietly, making their way to the dining room, whilst the other kids sat down for lunch. Ororo brought it out cheerfully. "Here we go! It's just a basic meal I'm afraid."
She put some on each child's plate and looked around for Jean, smiling at Logan and the Professor as they entered. Shrugging, she put three helpings to one side and sat down herself. Wanda and Todd sat next to each other, much to Wanda's disgust, and Todd kept trying to slide onto her seat with her. She scowled at him and he backed off a little, before trying again moments later. Lance sat between the lovestruck Todd and Fred, looking at his dinner as if it was poison. Fred began eating as soon as he could and beamed at Ororo for handing it to him. Pietro sat opposite Wanda, shovelling food into his mouth quickly and drinking a lot of water. Rogue was seated next to him and on her other side sat Remy, who kept dropping hints that he could get her anything she asked for, causing Rogue to roll her eyes and frown, occasionally snapping at him to shut up. Logan sat between Remy and John so that they couldn't fight. An empty seat was between John and the head of the table, where the Professor sat. On his other side, Jean's seat was also empty, leaving Ororo to sit by Fred.
Pietro tried to distract Rogue from Remy by yelling at the top of his voice. "TRAINNNNNNNNNNNS!"
Everyone at the table froze, then they all started giggling, with the exception of Logan. The Professor smiled and rested his elbows on the table to look at Pietro over his fingertips. "Now now Pietro, calm down."
Pietro blushed and lowered his face until it almost touched the plate. Rogue almost smiled, but thought better of it and frowned again. Remy nudged her and began whispering.
"You like trains chere?" He said, mimicking what he had heard his father say to his mother. "I get you one if you want?"
Rogue scowled at him, and concentrated on her food again. Remy happily continued eating, as this time she at least hadn't bitten his head off with a comment. Then again, it was easy to please him, seeing as he was so young.
Charles suddenly looked out of the room and towards the front door, a moment later there was a knock followed by a child's giggle. Logan looked up at Charles for instruction, but Charles merely smiled and looked around at his young students.
"Any volunteers to answer the door for me?" He asked, as a lot of the children averted their gaze. Lance wasn't fast enough as he wasn't listening, so he stuck his head up to see what was going on,
"Ah, Lance, thank you – the door then?"
Lance slipped from his chair, as Ororo rose to go with him. Lance then insisted on swinging from the door handle as he opened it. Ororo laughed and greeted the parents, discovering they wished to speak to Charles personally, who at that precise second rolled out to greet them. Lance stopped dead, when two blue eyes caught his from behind the new students mother's back. The eyes seemed to laugh, yet be curious.
"Lance?" Ororo interjected, "This is Katherine Pry-"
"Kitty!" The girl corrected. "Kitty is what I like being calleded…"
Ororo nodded and began again, smiling at the girls obvious confidence about herself; then again, she told herself, at six, most kids were. "Alright, Lance, this is Kitty Pryde. Kitty, this is Lance Alvers, our resident clown."
Kitty giggled as Lance shot Ororo an evil look. He stepped closer to her and a grin too similar to the one on Todds' face appeared. "Hey Pretty Kitty."
"'Ello Lancey. You're a clown? Show me a joke?" Kitty grinned, her cheeks only flushing for a split second.
"Uhh…" Lance pointed at Ororo, which made Kitty laugh.
"Think I likes you Lancy Kancy!"
"Like you too Pretty Kitty!"
Ororo led the two back into the dining room, as the Professor finished up with Miss Pryde's parents. He smiled at the now excited pupils in his kindergarten. Then he turned away, heading down to Hank, after receiving a mental call from Jean. Impressed at her control, though he had made it easier by establishing a small breakable link with her, Charles headed down to the three in the Med Bay.
Down there, Jean had been told to sit outside as Hank did a physical check-up on Scott. She swung her legs back and forth as she sat on the edge of her chair, jumping up when she saw Charles approaching. A brief smile, then Charles wheeled into Hank and Scott, where he saw Hank frantically scribbling.
Jean smiled as she saw Hank had replaced the rag over Scott's eyes with a clean white bandage. She et her eyes fall back down toward the floor, but his naked torso caught her by surprise. Bruised and pale, he really was skinny, there were also marks of wounds not healed properly, as well as a thin scar above his left hip. Her eyes filled with tears, though she didn't really understand why, and she ran across to Scott and hugged him as he scrambled down from the bed Hank had rested him on.
Scott's world turned upside down as he felt two arms close around him, and he wasn't sure how to respond. When she didn't let go, he felt awkward and lost for something to do, part of him wanted to push her off and scream, whilst another part wanted to react and make her smile and hold on forever.
"That will be enough Jean." The same voice as was in his head sounded from just a few steps in front of the two. Jean reluctantly let go and stepped away from Scott.
"Hello Mister Summers, I am Professor Charles Xavier, I believe Logan told you about my school."
Scott nodded nervously and folded his arms across his chest. He shivered involuntary, and spoke quietly. "He… he said you could help… And, and that…"
"Yes, it's quite alright. Jean, would you kindly go up to Ororo and tell her I shall be late for our meeting?" Jean nodded, vowing to come back down, though Charles had told Ororo telepathically to keep Jean away for now.
"Now then Scott, all that Logan said was true. I would dearly like to help you, and allow you to… see again?" Scott's breath caught in his throat as he was told that. Charles felt the surface of his mind buzzing with activity and smiled to himself. Hank passed him the clipboard he had been writing on.
Good Lord Hank! This is what you have discovered?
Yes, I'm afraid so Charles, Scott has survived more than any other six year old I've seen. I did a quick background check, as he told Jean and I where he was from. Anchorage. One family of Summers, there was a family, Major Christopher, Katherine-Ann, Scott and Alex Summers
Charles brow creased with worry. The child had only been on his own for a short time… how was it possible…
"Sir? I- I wanna see again. But I'm goin' away if you try and do anything to me! I'll run, I swear!"
Detecting a note of panic in Scott's voice, Professor Xavier snapped to the present and the matter at hand. He passed the notes back to Hank. "Right then, we shall have to do a test then, but not today. Now you can go and rest, have something to eat, then you will be taken to a room I have had prepared since your arrival. You are free to wander, but do be careful Scott, I don't want you to be hurt."
Scott nodded and shivered again. Hank quickly passed him a jumper and some pants and underwear. "Here Scott, let me help you for now, until you become accustomed."
The young boy froze totally as Hank dressed him, Charles felt shocks rising to the surface of his mind and would've probed, except the natural shielding the boy seemed to have was quite high. Hank took Scott gently by the hand and led him over to Charles. Scott's fingers held tightly to the arm of the wheelchair as he was taken upstairs to face the others.
Luckily they were all in the play room again, so Scott could eat in peace. Ororo was occupied with the other kids and couldn't come to meet Scott, but Charles stayed with him, and Scott was grateful, though he would never tell the Professor that, ever, he'd prove it instead.
Todd and Wanda were falling out again in the play room, as Wanda sent a hex at him. "LAY OFF ME TOAD!"
"It's Todd, Wanda-kins, and I know you love me really!"
"NO I DON'T I HATE YOUUUUUUU!" Wanda screamed and burst into tears, causing Ororo to rush over to her. Wanda carried on sobbing through Ororo's arms, throwing Todd a nasty grin, to show him she was faking to get him in trouble.
"Todd, leave Wanda alone now. Go play with someone else okay?"
Todd hung his head and nodded, moping off to try and play with Pietro or Fred. Lance and Kitty were busy drawing in the corner happily, already they had fallen out three times. Everyone now knew that when they were friends it was great, and when they fought it was hell. At the moment they were smiling and sharing, friends rather than worst enemies. Rogue was playing with blocks, throwing the occasional one at Remy, who was trying to join her. After a while, he decided to give up for now and come back later, so he went to help Pietro build a train track and explosives. Fred was playing with play dough, making it into food shapes, then trying to eat it, then being told off by Logan; the process was never ending… John was also drawing, but away from the other two. He drew flames and destruction, laughing madly as he drew a person dying in the fire. Jean sat amidst some blocks and was trying to make them line up using her powers. It was a fun game for one! She was enjoying it anyway, but she wondered what had happened to Scott.
The day wore on and the children got sleepier and sleepier, more and more arguments starting over smaller and smaller things. Charles came in at eight o'clock and everything stopped as they all wondered what would happen now. He smiled around at them all, then looked at his watch.
"I believe it is time for milk then bed, don't you agree Ororo, Logan, Hank?"
Hank, who had joined them after a lot of testing in the labs nodded tiredly as did Ororo and Logan after a second's pause. The kids were too tired to protest, especially Pietro, who had been running around the playroom for the last hour using his super speed. Jean was curled up with her head on Logans' arm and holding Hank's hand tightly. Ororo sat with Wanda beneath one arm and Pietro under the other, both trying to bicker by tapping each other, but giving up after a few attempts. Todd sat at Ororo's feet trying to be close to Wanda as well as where she couldn't hex him. Lance and Kitty lay on the floor on their tummys, together, holding hands. Fred was by the play dough table still, and Logan had one eye on him. Rogue had given up against Remy as she was exhausted and had her head against her shoulder. Remy had his head rested on top of hers, a content smile on his face as he yawned quietly. John lay snoring loudly by the side of the sofa. Charles beamed at them all as Scott stood behind him.
"Children, this is Scott. He's another of my students, and he just arrived. Now, once we've had our milk, we shall all go to bed and sleep, no wandering please."
Jean sat up as she saw Scott and smiled, finding a small amount of energy. Scott stood still, his hair now brushed and clean and an emotionless expression on his face. The others hardly noticed as they were half asleep. Charles' friend, Moira MacTaggert brought out a tray with small cups of warm milk on and smiled at Charles as she passed him.
"Here ye go kiddies, take only one, tha's it. Good. There ya go. Only one Master Dukes, there we go." Moira finished handing them out and gave the last one to Scott, as he couldn't see what was going on. "There ye go lad. Drink up, eh."
She touched Charles' shoulder as she passed, knowing that they both would probably be up long after the children were dreaming. Ororo checked the kids around her to make sure they were all okay after drinking, only to find Pietro snoring lightly. Wanda smiled and got up, pulling Todd to get up too. Ororo turned and lifted Pietro so he rested against her hip, and took the first three upstairs to bed.
A minute later Logan got up and easily picked Kitty up off the floor, resting her on one arm and Lance in the other. Fred hurriedly followed, not wanting to be alone without either of his friends. Hank smiled at the usually fierce Wolverine's behaviour changed to gentle, kindness when faced with sleeping children.
Hank looked to Charles, then nodded, going across to Remy and Rogue. Remy stubbornly tried to lift Rogue himself, of course failing. Rogue grinned waking up slightly and held Remy's hand as Hank ushered them from the room, picking up John as they went past him.
Knowing that it was her job, Jean crossed the room and took Scott's hand gently. "This way, I'll show you."
Scott was led off upstairs by Jean, the silence only punctured by the small sounds of Jean telling Scott when to step up and when to not. Charles sighed into the empty room and smiled to himself, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Y' tired already Charles?" Moira's voice floated in from behind him.
"Yes, I'm afraid I am, Scott worries me and the children don't all get along, yet when tired they are all completely innocent and sweet to one another. It is most perplexing."
Moira laughed and handed him a glass of red wine. "They're kids Charles, ye didn't think they'll be nice all t' time did ya?"
Charles merely smiled and took a sip of his wine. After a few hours, Moira and Charles had discussed what was to be done the next day and what had happened fully during the last two. At eleven o'clock there was a frantic knock at the door. Moira rushed to open it and found a number of people standing outside. She opened both doors wide and allowed them in, hushing them, and reminding any who didn't know that there were children sleeping in the place.
Firstly a woman approached Charles, leading several children with her, but pushing one ahead of her gently. She introduced herself as Mrs Guthrie and told the Professor about her son Sam, and how he had powers. Charles nodded and directed her to take Sam upstairs where one of his colleagues would direct them to a room. She thanked him profusely and hurried to do as he said.
Then a couple drew forward, talking in fluent German. Charles calmed them down and conversed perfectly with them, finding out they needed somewhere for their son to grow up away from people and their prejudices. Charles agreed before he saw their son, but afterward he knew why they had been so concerned to keep him safe. Kurt Wagner looked like a demon, although he was just another child mentally, and as far as Charles could establish had another mutation, but he wasn't certain what it was. The boy also reminded Charles strongly of Raven Darkholme, but he kept his mouth shut on this matter also.
Thirdly, Charles had to call Ororo down as her sister begged him to do so. Ororo gasped and hugged her sister tightly, as it was quickly explained that her son Evan needed protection from the mess she had gotten herself into. Ororo agreed without looking to the Professor and hugged her nephew, Evan, tightly to her, kissing her sister again before she disappeared into the night. Evan cried into Ororo's shoulder and she took him upstairs to a room close to her own.
Finally a couple came in, led by their daughter. She pulled them to Xavier and beamed at him. "I'm not tired."
Charles laughed at the girls certainty and spoke with the parents who were uncertain that this was the place for their daughter, but were willing to give it a go, especially after her powers had developed. Their little girl, named Jubilation, promptly fell asleep during the adults brief conversation, and Moira took her upstairs, bidding Charles goodnight as she did so.
Soon everyone had left, and Charles was alone with his thoughts. Fifteen students, and four staff… This would be difficult, if not entirely mad, then possibly even a little fun. He looked at his mansion and sighed. It wouldn't remain this way for long. Wearily, and entirely satisfied, Charles Xavier went to bed to dream of a world where humans and mutants lived peacefully together…
Sooooooo, yeah! That's the next part! What do ya think? Now you've met a lotta people, weird huh? Ah well, loads more to come, so please please review for me, and I'll update asap!
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