A/N: I don't own X-Men Evolution. I just own Addy aka Eve and the plot of this story.

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"Thoughts"

Chapter 1

"I am Dracula, the vampire tick, and I've come here for your blood!" A tiny tick said aloud in a squeaky voice, even though its mouth wasn't moving. A tiny girl with dual-toned hair giggled at the antics of the tiny arachnid perched on her dresser. It stood on two of its many legs like it was a person, staring up into the teal eyes of a three-year-old Addy. "What has eight legs and is really funny looking? Me!"

At this jest-full remark, the toddler couldn't help but let out guffaws of laughter so loud they could be heard from the other side of her door. Addy's mom, Jen, happened to be walking by her daughter's room when she heard this. Curiosity got the better of her as she opened the door, wanting to know what was going on. No one was there.

"I could've sworn I heard Addy laughing," Jen thought to herself before shrugging it off and heading out down the hall. The child was probably playing a new game she made up and didn't want to be caught playing it, so she hid somewhere. The dark-haired woman figured that her precious girl would give up hiding once she got hungry.

As she saw her mom leave, Addy couldn't help but wonder to herself why she heard her mom speak even though words weren't coming out of her mouth. Why didn't her mom see her? She wasn't exactly well hidden, standing in the middle of the room, so how come her mom didn't see her? And why was everything so big? And why did her body feel so different? Little Addy looked down at her hands only to find a pair of stumpy legs in their place. With her high intelligence level for someone of her age, it didn't take her long to figure out exactly what had happened: She had transformed into a tick.

In the present day, with a better understanding of her powers, a now teenaged Addy looks back on those events and smiles. Smiles and laughs internally at how scared she had been when they had first manifested, but that was only because she didn't understand what was going on. She figured it out pretty quickly, though, and she figured out her powers quickly to. All the strange behaviors that that tick – Dracula as she had named it – was displaying were caused by her willing it to do those things. Her transforming into a tick herself was caused by her desire to become something small so that her mom wouldn't see her; the tick just happened to be the first thing that popped into her head. Once she discovered that most of her powers – even the ones she didn't know about at the time - were controlled by her thoughts, Addy wasn't as scared anymore.

As Addy looked in the mirror at herself – her wrinkled dark pink t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans that were a tad bit uncomfortable for her taste, off-brand converse, and her hair meticulously done in two braids that separated the dark brown from the ginger – she felt slightly stressed. "Today is going to be a good day," she said aloud to herself, pointing a finger at her reflection. "You are beautiful, you are smart, and there's no reason for you to be stressed out about bad things that may or may not happen. You've got this!" As her teal gaze flitted over to the bag sitting on her bed, she thought to herself, "Then why am I still so nervous?"

Sliding the bag over her thin shoulder, Addy looked over at the headphones on her nightstand. They looked so real, no one would even suspect that the teenage girl had brought them into the world with a single thought. Addy was fond of that aspect of her powers; if an object, animal, or person she created was real to her, they would be just as real to everyone else. In a swift motion, she grabbed them roughly from their former place, hanging them precariously around her neck until the time came when they would be needed.

As Addy headed down the stairs, Jen called her daughter sweetly over to the breakfast table. The girl slipped more heavily into the seat then she thought she should have. Choosing to make eye-contact with her plate of eggs instead of her mother, she poked one gingerly with her fork before bringing it to her mouth. It tasted partially of carbon. It made her miss her dad's cooking.

"Do you like them?" Jen asked, a nervous expression etched on her face. "I tried to make them like your father usually does, but… I waited a bit too long to flip them."

Addy chewed the crispy, partially burnt eggs, still refusing to meet her mother's eyes. "They're fine," she stated, trying her hardest to be polite. "You tried and that's all that matters."

The soft touch of Jen's hand over her own eased some of the tension in Addy's shoulders. "I know how much you miss him, Baby."

"Que sera sera," the teenager responded, finally meeting her mother's eyes for the first time that day. "He's busy. I understand."

Behind Addy's glasses, there was seemingly no emotion in her eyes, something that Jen immediately took note of. Her eyes flicked briefly to the headphones around her daughter's neck. "Is something bothering you, Addy?"

Her child shook her head at this. "Not really," said Addy, lying through her teeth. "Just a bad dream I can't remember."

A hand on her shoulder stopped the girl in her tracks as she was about to head out the door. Concern and care were etched in her mothers striking teal blue eyes, not so different from those of Addy herself. "You know you can tell me anything, Sweetie." Jen stroked her daughter's mismatched bangs and Addy smiled wryly.

"I know, Mom," came the loving response and with that, Addy hugged her mother tightly before taking her leave of the house.

With each step down the sidewalk in the direction of the school, Addy's thoughts ran wild. How could she possibly tell her mom the truth? "Hey, Mom. I can read minds, create something from nothing with a thought, and I sometimes get visions of the future. I think I had one last night and I don't remember what happened and it's freaking me out. Please help!" Addy cringed internally at the mental statement. "She'd probably be scared of me, get mad at me for lying to her for twelve years, or start asking me to use my powers for all these outlandish favors." She let out a sigh. "She's not ready to know. I don't think she'll ever be ready."

Now standing outside of the school, Addy got a flash of memory. A piece fell into place in her mind as she recalled part of the dream she had the previous night. Unlike her other powers – including her telepathy, which she had more control over when her mental shield was active -, precognition was the only one that she had absolutely no control over. The visions were a lightning flash, coming on fast without warning and disappearing just as quickly. Whether she remembered what happened immediately after or not was completely up to chance, and today, it was the latter.

"Which means I'll only remember what happens in the vision as the events come to pass in real time," Addy thought to herself. "Just perfect."

Unfortunately, the information she got from that flash of memory wasn't much. All she knew was that something was going to happen today… and it was going to happen while she was at school.