Hi, first of all, I would like to thank those of you that read my fic, I wasn't sure how it would go, since there are so many X-Men Evo. fics. I own nothing, all rights go to Marvel. Now, I'm going to kind of draw attention to all the nasty little things about the show, all the flaws with the X-Men, like how Xavier is kinda making his 'students' into soldiers, but I'm not going to make them into bad guys, Desiree will come to see what amazing people they are.

P.S: All the members that were shown joining the X-Men in the series finale have joined in the past month, so they're all there. The X-Men here, though, are the main team from the first season.

Professor Charles Xavier opened his eyes in shock. He wheeled himself out of the Cerebro room. The X-Men had to get to New York. A shapeshifter fighting with humans would only cause greater animosity towards mutants.

Logan, gather the others, we're going to New York, now. Xavier sent to the clawed mutant.

Got it, Chuck, was the Wolverine's reply.

"Like, why are we going to New York? It's almost midnight." Kitty yawned. The X-Men were in the Blackbird, yawning and wondering why they had been woken up so late.

"A shapeshifter in New York was fighting humans. I could not clearly read her mind but I sensed anger towards humans." Xavier explained grimly. "If the authorities hear about this, this will make the public distrust of mutants greater."

"A shapeshifter?" Rogue asked, eyes narrowed. She could think of one shapeshifter who hated humans and was hard to read. Logan was thinking around the same lines.

"I don't suppose you got a name, Chuck?" Logan asked suspiciously. Xavier shook his head regretfully.

"She may be new to her powers and may need our help, so we can't jump to conclusions." Jean pointed out quickly.

Scott nodded. "Jean's right, so we can't go in guns blazing, we can't fight her unless she fights us."

Yeah, this night royally sucked. I loved rain, I really did. But when you have to stay out in it for an extended amount of time, it sucks. My jacket had already been soaked through, and now my hair was getting wet. I'd dropped my 'normal' appearance and had gone blue again. With my hood up, nobody could see my coloring, so there was no point in looking normal. Now I just hoped I wouldn't get a cold, that would just make my night.

I was interrupted from my internal grumbling by what sounded like a jet. Weird. I turned into an alley, wondering if I'd be able to find a dry place to sleep tonight. I heard footsteps behind me, and I pivoted on the spot. I didn't see anyone at first, but a flash of lightening illuminated the alley, bringing into view a goth girl.

Her skin was covered my a sheer looking shirt, over some sort of green top, but her outfit was odd, even for New York. I think her hair was brown, but I couldn't tell because of the rain. In the front of her hair, though, were thick white stripes on either side of her face. Her makeup was starting to run, though I'm sure it looked great dry.

It was then that I noticed that the green top she had on was in the shape of an X and how angry she looked. Crap. She was an X-Man, and a pissed off one, at that.

She was wearing brown gloves and was pulling one off her right hand. She advanced towards me, reaching for me. Instinct kicked in and it was screaming at me to do one thing: run. I spun around and ran like hell.

Thinking back, this probably wasn't the best idea. I mean, I had come all the way to New York, to find the X-Men, and now I was running from them.

I started to slow down so I could talk to them, but soon I sped up again. Half a dozen flaming spikes rained down on me, landing in a circle around me. OK, talking was out of the question.

"Oh crap!" I gasped, running past the spikes. I continued running, but I saw chain link fence up ahead and I braced myself to jump.

Shapeshifting was like flexing muscles, a lot of muscles. After flexing for hours on end or even days at a time, with the added factor of hunger, which made your stomach muscles stiffen, I was pretty built by now. I had been pretty strong before, my dad and I had even had an exercise routine. So it was easy to vault over the fence.

When I was over the fence, I only ran into more bad luck. There were three more people on this side, a girl with brown hair in a ponytail who looked about my age. Another was an older by with a weird visor and short brown hair. The third was a man with blue black hair and had three knives coming out of each hand. Another flash of lightening told me that he wasn't holding them; they were a part of him. The visor guy tried to say something, but it was drowned out by a clap of thunder.

The odds weren't in my favor, especially when the goth and a guy covered in bony, spiky armor were climbing over the fence. I glanced around for an escape, and I noticed a fire escape. I went straight for it, and the goth girl was close behind me. I had barely reached the top of the building when the goth arrived. I backed away from her, and I felt my calves hit the cold cement on the ledge. She reached for me with her left hand, which no longer had a glove on. I recoiled and I started to fall. Her eyes widened in alarm, and grabbed my hand with her covered right hand.

The moment out skin touched, I felt like the air was sucked from my lungs. My body felt cold and weak, and my legs gave out as I started to fall back, off the building. The goth was also falling forward.

I suddenly smelled sulfur (!), and I heard someone yelling, "Rogue!"

Rogue, I thought hazily, what kind of name is Rogue? I felt myself falling through the air, still holding 'Rogue's' hand, when everything went dark.

Well, there you have it! Lets see what happens next, shall we?