U N T I T L E D

She ran for a few yards when she was suddenly knocked to the ground. Not expecting it, Kim fell backwards onto the concrete hitting her head. Stars seemed to sway into her vision as she tried to get up, and succeeded, only to be brought down on her knees when someone grabbed her neck and squeezed making it hard for Kim to breathe. Kim tried to pry the hands off her, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to put strength in her arms. She could barely see what was going on, but she was able to hear a manic laughing above her.

“Well, Batsie! Look what I got here! A cute little red head!” The laughter continued as Kim felt her self being pulled to the man, as he dug his nails into her neck. Kim couldn’t help but cry out. The man pulled her in front of him, pressing her to him. She could feel a sudden sharp object running down her side, just enough to brake enough skin to bleed. Kim cried out from the pain, tears falling from her eyes.

“Let her go Joker!” The deep voice seemed to penetrate the night around her. Kim tried to concentrate with all her might and was able to finally find her strength and pried the man’s hand off of her neck, while stepping on his feet. The man was too surprised and in pain that he pushed her into the concrete again, but she didn’t fall to the ground like she knew she would have.

“I think we need to get changed.” Suggested Buffy as she grabbed the sheet around her tighter, Danny silently nodded his head in agreement. “Umm.. Maybe I should go first. Close your eyes.”

Danny laughed half heartedly at the command, but did so anyway.

“Don’t you dare look too!” Buffy huffed, waving her hand in front of his face, which brought a smile to Danny’s face as he felt the wind. Buffy’s smile was left unseen to Danny’s eyes.

“I shall keep my eyes in my head, my lady,” Danny said as best he could with a medieval knight effect to his voice. The attempt brought a small laugh from Buffy before she slowly slid out of bed and quickly surveyed the room. Not a lot of damage done; good. But still… it looked like we had a very hard time finding the bed. That thought made Buffy crack a huge smile. 

She searched around in one of the boxes labeled clothes and found her underwear and a bra. 

She quickly put both on, making sure Danny wasn’t looking. Turning back around, Buffy looked in another box she found a nice clean black t-shirt, which she put on. She looked around before Buffy could spot her blue jeans she had been wearing the day/night before.

As she dressed Buffy silently thought about how well she was taking all of this. It wasn’t like she had slept around a lot, but this wasn’t the worst or weirdest time with her sleeping with a guy. She slept with two vampires before, and that one time she and Riley were under a spell that they kept them - err, to say this bluntly: going at it like bunnies in heat. Besides, Buffy thought silently, Danny is taking this well too… though why I have no clue.

Mohinder went on and on explaining to Troy what he does and what he hoped to accomplish. He continued and explained that they weren’t the only ones with these special abilities and he knew several others that have some as well.

“The only thing my father didn’t have was what kind of abilities you two would have.” Mohinder stated, curious as to what they were. They hadn’t revealed them to him yet.

Troy glanced over at Sharpay who glanced at him before moving his hand so it was palm was facing the ceiling. He concentrated and in the middle of his palm came a small flame of fire. Mohinder’s eyebrows rose in interest, Sharpay’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “I can produce fire and control it.”

“Fascinating Troy and you Sharpay?” asked Mohinder, glancing over to her.

Sharpay glanced around and saw no one was looking. She moved her hands over Troy’s small flame. Troy grasped and she moved her hand away. The flame was now frozen solid. “I guess I’m like Troy, I just happen to be able to produce and control ice instead of fire.”

She stared at him in confusion before glancing over to her father continued speaking before she could even talk. This isn’t making any sense, why do they seem like they don’t know me? She thought, worry piercing her mind.

“What is your name? Where do you come from, and just why are you wearing that costume.” Her father asked, in his detective mode.

Laura glanced over to her mom, “Mom? What the hell is going on with you guys? Are you punishing me?”

“Mom?” Kara asked, her jaw dropped in surprise. Superman glanced between the two in confusion as well. Batman stared at the new girl silently, thinking. J’onn had a look of surprise on his face, although he quickly removed it. He had yet the chance to scan the patient’s mind before Superman arrived.

“What the heck is wrong with you? Come on, whatever I did; please stop playing this stupid ‘Pretend Laura isn’t your daughter’ mode.” Laura begged, not liking this at all. Her parents never played tricks on her – at least not this strangely.

“Dad?” Robin dropped his weapon when she said that. What the hell is going on here? Who the hell is she?

“What’s going on here? Who’s she?” Turning around Rachel saw that her mother stood there with a blue leotard on. What’s she doing in her old costume? What the heck is going on here?

“Mom!” Rachel ran over to Raven and hugged her before Raven knew what hit her. Rachel let go of the hug when she felt her mother not hug her back. She stepped back with surprise. “Mom? What’s going on?”

“Mom? What--I’m not your mom; I’m no one’s mother.” Raven answered looking at Rachel with pure shock.

"How can you say that? I’m your daughter! I’m Rachel Arella Grayson!” Rachel yelled in anger, she then turned angrily over at Robin- or in her case, her dad. “You! How dare you make out with Starfire when you’re with mom?!”

“Now, I had some uncontrollable issues when my telepathy started – if you remember the time I was in the ‘coma.’ Our Professor was able to limit my telepathy to a certain amount and then the barriors gradually faded, leaving me with complete control of them.” Jean stated, but Madelyne didn’t really pay attention, she was reading Scott’s memories of what happened when Jean’s telepathy barriors ‘gradually’ faded away.

Ha, gradually, hmm? Jean… always the little liar, I see. Madelyne thought silently as she left Scott’s thoughts alone to ‘listen’ to Jean.

What the hell was that? Was Madelyne reading my thoughts? It sure as hell didn’t feel like when Prof. X or Jean does it. I could barely detect her… Scott thought, his brow lifted in confusion as he watched Madelyne for any sign of her listening in on his thoughts.

“… so Maddy? Do you want to join the X-Men?” asked Jean finally.

Madelyne looked away from her and silently thought. To Jean’s surpise, she wasn’t able to enter her cousin’s mind.

Should I go with them? But the demons… N'astirh… What did he do to me? Will he come back? Madelyne knew with all her mind that he would come back. What am I going to do? … maybe I should join the X-Men – maybe they can help me against N'astirh.

“I will,” Madelyne stated, her mind made up. Madelyne turned to face two X-men. “I accept your offer of becoming an X-Man.”

X-Men: Evolution - Wanda/Scott - another "got drunk, had sex, got pregnant, and fell in love" fanfic... lmao.

Wanda slid off the bed a little more slowly, not because of the pain, but to make sure she had covered all her private body parts. She vaguely wondered why they weren’t more things exploded or thrown across the room other then the lamb she had made explode only a few minutes before. She found Scott’s t-shirt underneath her shirt near the door. About a foot away she found her pants. She glanced over at Scott and saw him picking up a piece of clothing and blushing, when she looked closer, she realized it was her bra and underwear. Blushing, she quickly walked towards him.

 

“Sorry,” Scott stated again, and handed her undergarments.

 

“Its okay,” Wanda smiled, trying hard not to laugh. She handed him his t-shirt and turned around again. Scott took the hint and turned around as well. While Scott quickly pulled on his pants, Wanda grabbed new underwear and bra from the drawer next to her and quickly putted them on. She then put on her pants and her shirt. Figuring Scott would be finished by then, she turned around.

 

She was half right. Scott was just putting his shirt on when she turned around. He is cute... really cute. Wanda quickly shook that thought from her mind. No way was she going to do that to herself. Besides Scott would never have let this happen in the first place if he was sober. She knew he would never have done what they did last night with any of his enemies – unlike Lance who would have, that is, if it was with Kitty. Besides, since Jean Grey died a few years ago, he hadn’t dated anyone - to her knowledge anyway.

 

It had been a mistake. A drunken fling. Nothing would come out of this ordeal.

 

Wanda felt sadness at the last thought, although she wasn’t too sure why.