Author's Note: Thanks PoeticJustyss and IronhidesLover for the reviews. Its good to have people review my first fan fiction so nicely. Thanks for the support! And don't worry Ironhide, this chapter has Alexa in it so enjoy. This is mainly a filler chapter, although you do see Alexa changing. Tell me what you think about Alexa's change.

Chapter Six-Change

Alexa sat on the edge of the couch in the living room of the X-Men headquarters, looking over at Storm and Iceman. Everyone had come back from the mission safely, except Dragon. She did not know the entire story, but ever since they came back everyone had been on edge, especially Beast, Storm, and Rogue. She was worried that something bad had happened to him. She took a deep breath and walked over to them, her dark brown eyes filled with light.

"Storm, where's Dragon?" Alexa asked, piercing Storm with a penetrating stare.

Storm just shrugged off the glare as if it was nothing. Slowly, burning hot anger flowed through Alexa, but she bit her tongue and controlled. She kept her gaze fixed on Storm, making it clear that she would not leave until she got answers. She was getting tired of people not telling her anything when she was a member of X-Men as well, no matter how low her rank was. Storm looked back at the younger woman and then looked down sadly, her chocolate eyes void of the spark they usually gleamed with.

"Dragon," Storm said, distractedly as she became interested in the clouds slowly moving outside of the window, "is no longer with us."

Alexa's heart sank. She should have never walked out on him. She should have never said the things that she had said to him before he left to go on the mission. Her heart sank as she remembered the last thing she had said to him before he left to go on the mission. Now he was gone.

-Flashback-

"Alexa…"

"Go away."

"I didn't ask to go on this mission. They chose me. I have no say in it. I have to go."

"Why?"

"I have to, Alexa. It's part of being in this organization. You do as you're fucking told."

"Don't talk to me. Ever."

-End Flashback-

"I'm highly concerned about Alexa," Storm said, wasting no time as she walked into Beast's office a few days after she told Alexa that Dragon was gone.

Beast looked up from his paperwork, nodding toward a mahogany chair on the opposite side of his desk. Storm sat down and watched Beast intently as he finished up his paperwork. Beast sighed and signed his signature on a document before stamping it and handing it to his secretary. He put his pen down and looked at Storm. She did not look good. She had not been looking well since she came back from mission, but he did not blame her. It was understandable considering the circumstances and the tragic loss of one of the most valuable assets to their team.

"Why are you concerned for the young one?" Beast asked Storm patiently, his voice soothing, relaxing her.

"She's changed since I told her that Dragon's not with us."

"What do you mean, changed?" Beast asked, his voice stern, worried. He was unnerved by this information.

"She's been spending a lot of her time training. She's gotten colder too. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that Dragon had turned against us. It is better if she doesn't know that he is a traitor to our race," Storm said, her usually strong voice quiet, her eyes looking at the blue, red, and yellow Persian carpet that made up the floor to the office.

Beast nodded his agreement. He took a moment to compose himself. He did not know what to say to that, except that it would be very foolish of them to tell the Mutant that Dragon was no longer on their side. It was better to let her think that he was dead. It was the truth though, Dragon was dead. The old Dragon was gone and the only remains were the cold, calculating Mutant that was planning on full anarchy, a rebellion killing Humans and Mutants alike.

Alexa grabbed the box and took her hair out of the bun it was in. The auburn waves cascaded down to her lower back. She walked toward the mirror and looked at her reflection in it. She smiled warily at it, glad to be starting anew. She walked over to the shower and turned it on as she opened the box and mixed the dye together, the dark colors pulling together in the bottle.

An hour later, Alexa got out of the shower and wrapped her newly-dyed and wet hair in a towel turban. She walked over to the mirror again and looked at her reflection again. She slowly took off the towel, her dark hair rolling down her back in waves. She grabbed the scissors and began to cut her newly-dyed hair so that it was to her shoulders. She also cut the bangs and pushed them to the side, creating a very sexual effect. She was done being the innocent, shy girl. It never got her anywhere.

Her burgundy hair was finally curled and she put in her hoop earrings and started applying make-up when her phone started to ring. She looked over at the phone like it was a foreign object. She was not used to anyone contacting her on her phone. She had no friends, no family. The only people who knew that number were the X-Men, but if they wanted anything they would have just came to her. She hesitated then walked over to the phone and picked it up like it was a poisonous spider, before reading the text and dropping the phone into a puddle of water. She watched the phone spark and then short-circuit as she thought about the number that had just called her.

Liars.

They had lied to her. They told her that he was dead. If he was dead then how did the call come from his phone? She had never felt so betrayed. She continued getting ready, then went downstairs to Storm's room and walked in, without so much as a knock.