black angel's wing - Hello there! So this story is easier to write than my others, so it will definitely have quicker updates. So my apologies to anyone who reads A New Perspective or A Third Dimension. Heh, i promise that I'll work on them later.

Disclaimer : I don't own X-Men : Evolution, just Calypso.

Chapter 2. Hell Freezes Over

There was something happening outside of her cell, Calypso could feel it as soon as she woke up. Soft tremors shook the room, and she could hear faint shouts and fighting happening nearby. Maybe someone was here to rescue her. Too weak to do much of anything about it, she dragged herself to her usual corner and huddled there, waiting to see if someone would come for her.

Some time had passed since she had woken up, and she was beginning to nod off when it happened. It started slowly, and then became more and more obvious. Her holding cell was freezing. She could see icicles forming, hanging from the bright lights of the walls, and she began to shiver in the thin white scrubs that she had been wearing since she arrived in this place forever ago.

The walls began to creak and groan, and she could see that they were about to break. Instinctively, she covered her head and waited for the metal and glass to start flying. It never did. Instead, everything became eerily quiet. She lowered her arms slowly, still waiting for the walls to break.

Three long knives suddenly slashed through the wall across from where she was sitting, making a long, diagonal line downwards. Three more copied the same motion, and formed an 'X' with the other three cuts. The wall finally exploded inwards, and she could make out two figures through the settling dust.

"Are you Calypso Tenny?" asked a gruff voice. The girl coughed the dust out of her lungs and looked up, slightly frightened by the man's tone. The man was dressed differently, to say the least. He was wearing a strange black and orange ensemble, black being the color of his pants, orange being that of his shoes, gloves, and top. The top was tight fitting and short sleeved, exposing the thick muscles of his arms and torso. An orange mask covered the top half of his face a well. Parts of the mask were black, an these parts curved up from his eyes to give the impression of ears. On his black belt, there was a single red 'x'.

Calypso took all of this in, but her gaze remained fixated upon his hands. Protruding from his knuckles were the three long knives that had cut through the wall. The flickerig lights of the room glinted off of their razor sharp blades and made her shiver in fright.

"Look kid," he spoke again, waving his hands around impatiently. "We haven't got all day. Are you Calypso Tenny or not?"

"Easy, Wolverine," warned a different, more gentle voice. "I think you're scaring her."

The man named Wolverine bared his teeth and gave a low growl. "Fine," he spat at the figure. "You talk to her. And don't screw it up this time, Ice Cube."

Calypso watched warily as Wolverine left, and turned her weak gaze to the other figure. This one was considerably younger, still a teenager like her. His entire body was coated in ice, and as he slowly strode toward her, she began to shiver more violently.

"Hey," he said softly as he crouched down in front of her. "You don't have to be afraid anymore. We're going to get you out of here, you just have to trust us."

She studied his face for a few, breif moments, searching for any signs of insincerity. Finding none, she nodded slowly and accepted his outstretched hand.

The boy's soft smile melted into a huge grin as he helped her to her feet. She staggered a bit as he talked, trying to fight the overwhelming wave of nausea that came over her.

"Great, the Professor's gonna be so happy! My name's Bobby, by the way, but my code name is Ice Man. You're Calypso, right?"

Her was was still spinning, but she managed to nod as an answer to his question. He grinned wider and dropped her hand. Back turned to her and heading for the hole in the wall, he continued to talk.

"That's great, we finally found you! The Professor's been getting brief signals from your powers, but something always blocked it before he could get a full and accurate reading. Cerebro finally locked onto you last night and we flew here right away. You're gonna love it in Bayville, Calypso! I-"

He finally stopped once he realized that the girl he was supposed to be rescuing wasn't beside him. Rather, she was still in the small holding cell.

"Hey, Calypso?" he called tentatively as her re-entered the cell. "You know that we can go now, right?"

He gasped at what he saw, and ran to the frail girl's side. Her breathing had gotten incredibly shallow, and she was laying where she had fallen on her side, unable to find the strength to stand, eyelids fluttering in an ongoing battle to stay conscious.

Bobby whistled lowly to himself before he placed a hand on Calypso's burning cheek. He stroked it gently with his thumb for a brief time before he gathered her small frame in his arms. He felt her shiver against his chest an immediately powered down, the ice disappearing from around him.

"What did they do to you?" he wondered aloud as he walked out of the cell and to where the rest of his team was waiting outside.

An older bald man in a wheelchair immediately came over to him, and alongside him, a dark skinned woman with snow white hair.

"My word, what has happened to her?" the man asked, shock evident in his usually calm voice. "When Wolverine returned, he told us that she was fine."

Bobby stared down at the girl in his arms. She was still shivering, and had finally given in to unconsciousness. Her long, black hair was up in a tight pony tail, and the loose strands fluttered in the warm autumn breeze. Sighing, he locked eyes with his professor.

"She was. I think she spent too much energy and passed out," he admitted. He shuffled his feet under the hard gaze of the professor. "Can we go home? I think she's sick too."

The professor quickly placed the palm of his hand upon the girl's forehead. He grimaced as he felt the high fever, and nodded to the woman who had been standing by him obediently.

"Storm, start the jet," he commanded, removing his hand from Calypso's head. Wheeling away, he called back over his shoulder.

"Come now, Bobby. Let's get our newest member home safely."

black angel's wing - If I have anything wrong with the personalities of any of the characters, ever, please tell me, and tell me how to fix them. I'm trying to keep them as in character as I can, but I'm not perfect, so please don't shoot me. And that's about it. Au revoir!