Before you Read:

Featuring (And I do Not Own):

The Old X-Men:

Jean Grey; Scott Summers; Emma Frost; Logan Howlett; Hank McCoy; Rachel Grey; Bobby Drake; Amara Aquilla; Kitty Pryde; Peter Rasputin; Remy LeBoau; Rogue Darkholme; Kurt Wagner; Wade Wilson; Ororo Munroe. Special Guests Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Bob Reynolds, Cable, and Luna Maximoff! Along with Mary-Jane and Mae Parker!

The Villains:

Sabretooth (Kinda Sorta) ; Deathbird (Again with the Kinda Sorta); The Mutates; Loki

Have fun and enjoy the read!

"Andrea, sit up and take that hood off!"

Andi Summers sighed, sitting up and pulling her grey hood off her head. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders as she moved.

"New shades, freak?" snickered a boy behind her, whose friends joined in laughing.

Andi shrunk down again, adjusting her ruby quartz glasses.

"Leave her alone, Collin," snapped Margo, Collins cheerleader girlfriend.

Collin instantly shut up, and Andi shot a gratified look at Margo, who smiled.

The bell rang, and Andi jumped up and walked with her head down to her locker.

Nick was beside her locker already. "Hey," he said, handing Andi her books.

"Hey," she told her older brother, taking her books from him. "Thanks. Have mom or dad called?" She asked as they walked out of the school.

"Nah, they're still not back from New York," Nick said as they walked to his new Ford pick-up truck.

As Andi slipped into the passenger seat and Nick started the truck, he frowned and pushed Andi's hair back from her face. "What's this?" he demanded, staring at a large, ugly bruise on her temple. She didn't answer. "Andrea, what is this? Did you have another nightmare?"

"It wasn't as bad as the last few," Andi muttered, sliding down in her seat.

"Andi, you have to tell someone when you have those nightmares! You could end up seriously hurt." He took a deep breath, calming himself. "What hit you?"

"I – a picture frame."

"Why didn't I wake up? Andi – Andi, are you telepathically blocking me again? Answer me, Andi!"

"I'm sorry, I kept waking you up."

"Dammit, Andi!" Nick hit his fists against the steering wheel, and the entire truck shook. "What did I say about this! You . . . oh, you just wait until Mom gets home!"

"Please, Nicolas, just don't tell her! Just this once!" She begged.

The two didn't say another word to each other on their way home. As they pulled onto their street, they saw their parent's car.

"Hey, mom and dad are home!" Andrea said, and her and Nick entered the house.

"Mom?" Andi called, tossing her bag on the couch. "Dad? We're home!"

Andrea frowned and looked at Nick, who shrugged. They headed upstairs, and Andi knocked on her parents' bedroom door. "Mom? Dad? You guys in here?" She pushed the door open.

"Huh," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "They're not in here." She frowned at some stuff strewn across the bed. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Nick asked, as the two approached the bed. A few boxes, some scrap books, and various other items were on the bed. Frowning, Nick tore open a cardboard box.

"What's in it?" Andi asked.

"Just some old clothes. Probably stuff cool back in the day," he joked.

Together, they pulled out the old clothing.

Andi frowned at the first outfit she pulled out – it was a green dress, short in length with long sleeves and a yellow belt with a red "X" on it. Folded under it was a long pair of yellow knee-high boots, long yellow gloves, and a pointed yellow mask. Andi showed it to her brother.

He examined it. "Green and yellow, eh? Must have been a Halloween thing. Those colors combined could be disastrous," he joked. Meanwhile, he pulled out a full-body blue suit, with the similar yellow boots and gloves, plus a red belt marked with another "X". With it was a strange looking eyepiece.

Andi shook her head, pulling out another outfit. This one was also green, a full body suit, with a black pyramid shape on the top with a gold, metallic bird-like picture in the middle. Golden metallic boots and gloves went with it, plus a golden sash around the waste, clasped with the same bird-like figure on the neck. Andi set it aside carefully, and pulled out the next one – this one was an exact replica of the former, only instead of green, it was an intense, bright red.

"Whoa," Nicolas said. "That's . . .weird." He pulled some pictures out of the bottom of the box. "Hey! Ha, it's mom and dad with Auntie 'Ro," he said. "But they're wearing these outfits – and Ororo is wearing some leather piece."

Opening one of the scrapbooks, Andi found some old newspaper clippings. She read the first one aloud. " 'X-Men Terrorizes New York City.' Huh. What are the X-Men?"

"Probably some peace group," snorted Nicolas, still flipping through pictures.

"Uh, I don't think so." Andi cleared her throat. " 'The mutant group calling themselves the X-Men cause New York a great deal of trouble. 'They are a threat to the human race' says Senator Kelly. 'They will wipe us all out before we know whats happening. That's why the registration act should go through.' There are five in this band of X-Men, calling themselves Cyclopes, Beast, Angel, Iceman, and Marvel Girl." Andi's eyes fell on the paper. "Oh my God."

"What?" Nick asked, looking over his sisters shoulder.

"Look!" she exclaimed. "The people in these outfits are wearing the outfits we just found. And who do they look like you to?"

Nick squinted. "There's no way, though!"

"Oh," Andi said quietly, picking up another picture. "I guess you're right." The headline read "X-Man Mutant Marvel Girl Reported Dead."

"Kids? We're here, where are –?" Jean Grey-Summers stopped in her tracks, Scott behind her. "Oh," Jean breathed, her face flushed. "You – you found them."

"Them what?" Nick demanded, stepping forward. "What is this stuff?" He looked at his parents. "Dad, whats that thing on your face?"

Scott touched a finger to his visor. "Oh, uh, well . . ."

"They don't know about this?" came an outraged voice from the hall. Jean sighed as the newcomer stepped inside the room. He was short and had intense sideburns, with an angry, animal-like face at the moment.

"We were going to tell them when the time was right!" Jean said.

"When the time was right? When the time was right? When was the right time, Jean? Huh? Next week? Next year? Twenty years?"

"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Nick said, stepping forward. His hands started glowing red. "Who are you?"

The man ignored Nick, instead looking back at Jean. "This isn't like you, Jeannie, to just let your kids go without the truth? They've lived lies! No training, nothing! Do they even know who Magneto is for Christs sake?"

"Magneto?" Andi asked, furrowing her brow. "Wasn't he a mutant?"

"Argg!" Metal claws shot out of the mans fists, and spun to face Scott. "Summers!" he roared. "This is your fault! You wanted perfect, normal lives? That doesn't happen with us; that doesn't happen with mutants, and it especially doesn't happen with X-Men, you coward!"

"Keep going, Logan," Scott said through clenched teeth. He touched the side of his visor. "It's been almost eighteen years since I gave you a good, hard blast, and I'm ready." He cocked a sarcastic eyebrow. "Bub."

Logan growled and attacked Scott; Nick blasted him with his beams coming from his hands. Logan flew into the wall, knocking over some frames and a flower vase. He growled, glowering at Nick. "I ain't gonna like you, am I?"

"Enough!" Jean shouted. "Both of you! That's enough." She took a deep. "Logan, you're right. It was wrong of us to keep it from them for so long. But we need this to happen, so let's get it over with quick, like ripping a bandaid off. Now it's time to tell them.

"Tell us what?" Nick exclaimed.

Jean hesitated. "That we're X-Men."