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1X02 – Pop Rocks and Pixie Stix – Tag

1X02 – Pop Rocks & Pixie Stix – Tag

It was well past midnight and the school was dark. A figure padded their way towards the French doors leading out to the balcony. Opening the door just enough to slip out, the air was cool, fall settling in, bringing with it a chill. A nearly full moon shone down, illuminating the young woman.

Meg stood on the cold stone clad in nothing but a pair of shorts and the halter top she wore to bed. Stretching her wings out as far as they would go, she began to flap them as hard as she could. Like a hummingbird, the fairy-like appendages picked up speed, creating gusts of wind that shook leaves and dust from the ground.

Closing her eyes she concentrated on her wings, leaning forward a bit to create an angle for lift… the pads of her heels coming up off the ground to leave her on her tip toes… she flapped a little harder…

and collapsed, flat footed.

With a defeated sigh, Meg shook her head and fought back tears as she slipped into her room, attempting not to wake Jubilee.

She managed to crawl under her bed sheet when the other mutant spoke up, “JP said you needed another two or three inches in order to get enough lift for your body size.”

“I know,” Meg whispered back.

“You’re still growing, Meg,” Jubilee sat up, “you’ll get there. Didn’t Warren say he wasn’t able to fly with his until he was, what, eighteen?”

“He has proper wings though,” she chewed on her lip, “and he glides a lot, I won’t be able to do that.”

“Still doesn’t mean you won’t get there,” her friend assured her, “a lot of girls are late bloomers… course that usually refers to their boobs, but I think the same applies here.”

“Jubes!” Meg tried not to laugh and instead chucked her pillow across the room at the firecracker.

Jubilee laughed and threw the pillow back, “I’m serious though. You’ll come into them, I know you will.”

“I wish I had your faith,” the pink haired mutant sighed and straightened out her bedding. “I just…”

“You want to do something,” Jubilee offered, “most everyone else’s mutations do something, even if it’s kinda simple, yours is purely cosmetic.”

“Exactly,” Meg admitted, frowning, “is it wrong for me to want that too?”

“I don’t think so, in itself,” Jubilee shrugged, “but you can’t focus on what you can’t do girl, and think about the stuff you can do.”

“Such as?” she said sarcastically.

“Turn all the boys’ heads,” Jubilee said cheekily, “I mean, seriously, the rest of us girls might as well not exist when you walk into class.”

Meg blushed, “That’s not true.”

“It so is!” Jubilee was adamant, “Ben totally has the hots for you… pun not intended… and he’s not the only one. It’s like you put the guys into a hypnotic trance or something, you walk in, they instantly check you out. During class, they steal glances at you. Don’t tell me you never noticed it.”

“I… uh… no,” Meg frowned.

“Well, maybe you should start paying attention,” Jubilee started to snuggle back into her bed, “and list ‘total hottie’ as your secondary mutation or something.”

“Jubes!” she was blushing, knowing the tips of her cheeks were now pinker than her hair.

“Just make sure you leave enough boys for the rest of us, huh?” the girl said sleepily.

Meg’s mouth opened to say something but she couldn’t quite figure out what. Did the guys really find her the most attractive in their age group? Had to be the hair, and the wings, she had the whole ‘exotic’ thing going for her, right? Could it be as simple as that?

Laying down in bed, all thoughts of not being able to fly were gone from her head, she could only focus on the fact that apparently she could have her pick of the boys in their class… that alone was a great power to have… and with great power comes great responsibility to milk this for all it was worth, after all, you’re only a teenager once.

…

In a warehouse on the outskirts of Philadelphia, Pietro waited, sending messages with his phone. Eventually, two familiar figures walked through one of the bay doors.

When Pyro and Dom got close, the fire mutant looked around, “Where’s Rogue?”

“Taken,” Pietro said bluntly, “by Homeland Security.”

“What?” Pyro glanced between him and Dom, “What happened?”

“Somehow they found us,” Pietro didn’t even bother looking up or even really acknowledging his teammates, “probably followed us from the lawyer’s office. Doesn’t matter. They raided the apartment and took down Rogue, I got away.”

“Wait,” the Aussie shook his head, “you let them take her?”

“Yes.”

Pyro grabbed the speed mutant by his lapels, “Not cool!”

“You weren’t there,” he replied matter of fact.

“Rogue wouldn’t leave one of us behind,” Dom answered just as gravely.

“I know,” Pietro speedily slipped out of Pyro’s grasp, “but an opportunity came up that I needed to take advantage of.”

“Yeah, saving your own skin,” Pyro was disgusted.

“See, this is why I don’t put you two in charge,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you noticed we’re not exactly batting a hundred right now? The Council and their DHS lackey are getting too close. No one should have known we were even here, let alone where we were staying.”

Pryo was flicking his lighter rapidly, “And what does this have to do with you abandoning Rogue?”

“Rogue and I have been discussing what to do about the situation,” he continued, “one option was information gathering, Rogue style, but they’d catch on to that fairly quickly. Anything she stole would be old news in five minutes.”

“But…” Pyro stopped and Pietro could swear he saw the wheels turning in the man’s head, “oh, if she’s captured, she gets closer to those following us and if she absorbs anyone they will chalk it up to her trying to escape.”

“Exactly, they’ll still change passwords and the like but not think to make major overhauls as if we were planning an attack,” Pietro allowed himself a self-satisfied smile. “But it wouldn’t have worked unless the capture was realistic which is why I had initially discounted it. So good of the DHS to oblige us.”

“Sneaky,” Pyro grinned, “I like it.”

“How long are we going to let her sit?” Dom spoke up and Pyro made a ‘good question’ gesture and looked back to Pietro.

“A couple of days should suffice,” Pietro shrugged, “gives us time to plan her escape while she gets whatever she can.”

“Do you have a plan in mind?” the seismic mutant asked.

“A bit of one,” Pietro admitted. “We’re going to have call in the reserves though.”

“The big guy?” Pyro asked.

“The big guy.”

On the next episode of X-Men: The (fan fic) Series…

— “Is that not how it works? You say jump, I say how high?” – Colossus

—“If I’m going to prove I’m able to run Worthington Industries one day, I have to start running it today.” – Warren

—“Spy is a harsh word. I’m simply here to make sure you don’t forget that mutants are still people.” – Duncan

—“There’s no reason for us not to afford you some reasonable accommodations.” – Lowell
“Is that before or after the water-boarding starts?” – Rogue

— “Just how big of a gala would this be?” – Jean
“Only one of the biggest parties of the year. It’s being put on by the Hellfire Club’s New York chapter.” – Betsy

—“I was kinda volun-told by Betsy that I would accompany her tonight.” – Scott

—“It’s attitudes like that which will ensure war.” – Cooper
“Do you really think this could end any other way?” – Rogue

—“Sebastian Shaw, Black King of the Hellfire Club.” – Shaw

Episode 1X03 – Alekhine’s Gun

1X02 – Pop Rocks & Pixie Stix

Written by JayCee

Based off Marvel Comics’ X-Men created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby,
with Chris Claremont.

Adapted for Television by JayCee

Executive Producer – JayCee
Co-Producer – Chellerbelle
Script Consultant – ginchy

Music: “Fireworks” by Katy Perry

Citation M2 furnished by Cessna

Shooting Location: Rodin Museum – Philadelphia

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