I do not own the title runaways, I do not own anything marvel related in this story. This Fanfic is based on a RP going on right now right here on this site .net/forum/Its_Time_To_Runaway/80666/ stop by we'd love some fresh blood.

Character Juliet 'Jules' Wainwright Creator halloweenbaby

Elixir private school months ago

Sexual reproduction was not something kids should be learning from a high school biology class. That's what repeatedly ran through the mind of Juliet Wainwright and the rest of her classmates as they watch a video from the early seventies on sexual reproduction. Half the students simply lay their head down using this period to catch up on their sleep. Juliet was watching the video finding it amusing as they went over the do's and don'ts during a so called teen conjuration and how to practice safe sex.

Right when the certified nurses were reaching for the cucumber there was a knock at the door, Mrs. Walters, the class instructor paused the video and walked to the door. An administrator stood at the door they exchanged words and then left. "Jules" Mrs. Walters called "The Head Master would like to see you in his office" Ohh's and ahh's circulated the class room, as she packed up her stuff and exited the classroom. "Hall pass" Mrs. Walters says handing Jules a hall pass.

Jules grabbed the hall pass and continued on her way. Jules wondered what she'd done to earn herself a trip to the headmaster's office; she wondered if they were linking her to the chain of pranks that plagued the school. The past few weeks there had been a chain of pranks; someone flooded the teacher lounge, and filled the pool with lime jello. Jules smirked. That was a practice the swim team would never forget. She knocked on the door leading to the headmasters office, receiving permission to enter. What a sight she got.

Sitting on her headmaster's desk was a woman with blond hair and pale skin, wearing the skimpiest white dress Jules had ever seen. "Is this a bad time?" Jules asked a bit confused by the scene.

"Oh no, not at all Ms. Wainwright. Please take a seat" Mr. Cole says, Jules stepped in cautiously and made her way to a chair. "Ms Frost and I were discussing your academic future."

"Tell me it doesn't have something to do with techno music and a brass pole?" Jules asked taking a seat. She didn't think she was that behind in her schoolwork.

The headmaster chuckled uncomfortably, and glanced at the lady. "No darling." She said with a smile. "It has nothing with you becoming a stripper and everything with you being one of the last mutants on the planet" Mrs. Frost spoke in an English accent. Jules looked from Mr. Cole then back at this strange woman.

"How did you know?" Jules asked. She has known she was a mutant for months now, but she hadn't told a soul.

(Simple you precious tart. It's because I am a mutant myself.) It took Jules a moment to realize that Ms. Frost had not said a word and what she just heard was in her head. (Yes, I'm a telepath. I can read and speak to peoples minds.) this was a shock to Jules. She never met another mutant and one that could read her mind. Then Jules did what any other person would do in the presence of a mutant telepath. She thought of every bad thing she was ever done and was hoping that Ms. Frost was not getting any of it. (I was a teenage girl before you darling. Although, I never had a way with Lime jello like you.)

Jules put her hand on her forehead in embarrassment. "What do you want with me Ms. Frost?" she asked.

"Please call me Emma" Emma continues "There are approximately 200 mutants on the planet and you're one of them" Emma says sadly "I'm here to ask you to come to our school for the gifted were you well be safe."

"Safe from what?" Jules asks.

"Everyone else" Emma says "Do you know what would happen if people found out you're a mutant? They may try to kill you." Emma didn't giving her time to answer, knowing that she already knew. "Right in this little private school there seems to be a group of students that call themselves Humanity First. They are being lead by none other than Mr. Cole here" says slapping Jules headmaster upside the head. It was then Jules noticed a blank stare in Mr. Cole's eyes. It almost seemed like he was spacing out "Don't mind him. He's in an entirely different conversation right now."

"Oh" Jules was a bit confused about the whole matter. She never thought someone would show up and ask her to runaway to a mutant school. "I really don't want to go. I have a life, friends and a family…" Emma only sighed. Jules felt a slight urge to hit her then. Who was she to decide that her cause was more important than her friends and family?

"I cannot stress enough how much danger you'll be in if you stay." Emma whispers "The world has changed. It just got that much more dangerous being a mutant" Emma slid off the headmaster's desk, and produced a business card "Here. I already know me trying to convince you further would be pointless here's our card." she hands Jules the card "If you ever need us, call. Please."

Runaway-

"Will you two please hurry" Mr. Wainwright called from the downstairs pantry "Honey? Where did you put that fruit cake?" he asked

"You left it on the counter" his wife says walking into the kitchen in her black designer dress "What do you think?" she asked striking a sexy pose.

"What I'm thinking is how much did that dress cost me." Mr. Wainwright says grabbing the fruit cake "And where is your daughter? I'd rather not be late for-"

"Our daughter is on her way down"

"No way Jessica, you can tell Marco to go to hell." Juliet Wainwright says walking into the kitchen cell phone in hand. "I don't care if he's paid, he's ugly, and he's short."

"Why aren't you dressed?" her father asked, as his daughter reaches into the fridge grabbing the carton of milk.

"Jesse, I have to call you back the 'rents are tripping." she says closing her cell phone. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asks taking a long drink out of the carton.

"You're wearing sweats and a bra?" he asks he asks pointing to her top.

"It's a sport's top" his wife says trying to hold back a grin.

"That's a bra" he says upset "You're not going to the Christmas party like that. She's not going like that" he says to his wife.

"Fine I just won't go." she says with a smirk. Her father then pauses looks to her mother then back at her.

"I know what this about young lady. It's about me taking away that credit card. Well forget it! You're going!" he says "You get up those stairs and change into something decent."

"Look dad first of all-"

Her dad suddenly got deathly quiet. She knew he was serious when he stopped being his usual blustery self. "Young lady. This is not a debate or a discussion. You will go upstairs and change. It will be something presentable. Preferably, something you bought maxing out your credit card. Before you say anything else I don't care if it's last season. Just go. And if you're not back down here in the next five minutes, I am taking away your phone and driving privileges. I am also putting you on laundry duty for a month." She stepped up to her father staring him in the eyes. Neither blinking as they waited for the other to cave.

"Alright that's enough" Mrs. Wainwright says stepping in between them both. "Jules upstairs now." her daughter backed away not braking eye contact with her father.

"You two are evil" she says walking up the stairs. When she was out of earshot, her father gave a sigh.

"What were we thinking Arabella?" Mr. Wainwright says as his wife gave him a loving embrace "I told you I wanted a son. I begged you for a son." his wife chuckled.

"So this is my fault?" Arabella says "Sam she's a teenager."

"We weren't that bad" Sam says, his wife gives him a look that asked 'oh really?' "Okay, okay, maybe."

"Look, you're just under a lot of stress right now. We all are" She smiled. "I know. Tonight after the meeting, me and you will hit the town. Maybe stop by at a museum or two, visit some of our rich friends." A similar smile spreads across his face "And afterwards, we can come home and maybe have our own little party." his wife whispers into his ear.

"You two are gross, I'm standing right here." Jules says standing at the entrance of the kitchen, dressed according to her dad's demands. "Can we leave now?"

"Yes, yes we can" her father says grinning.