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X-Men: The (fan fic) Series
Episode #: 1X02
Title: Pop Rocks & Pixie Stix

Summary: A new student arrives at Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning giving a look into the lives of the younger students. Scott, Jean, and Bobby follow a lead to Philadelphia.

Previously… on X-Men: The (fan fic) Series

—“Magneto will continue to escalate until he’s given the government no choice but to declare war on the Brotherhood.” – Storm

—“Somehow I doubt Magneto would hire me to deliver to a fifteen-year-old.” – Courier

—“We’re not thieves.” – Scott
“Then why did we steal it in the first place?” – Jean
“Borrowed…”

—“Whatever makes you sleep at night, oh wait, you don’t.” – Sabretooth

—“And what do you believe, Agent Cooper?” – Lowell

—“I keep telling you, lighting it on fire’ is not a legitimate strategy.” – Avalanche

—“Wolverine will be back. He’s an old man trying to break old habits.” – Jean-Paul

—“Sabretooth, Sabretooth, SABRETOOTH!!!” – Bobby

—Taking a deep breath, Scott opened his visor to fire a pinpoint beam, directly at Nimrod.

—“I believe… that regardless of biology and semantics, Magneto is a terrorist who supports mass genocide and Xavier is an unknown quantity with a virtual army at his disposable at that school. Both are threats to the security and safety of this country… and I’ll do anything in my power to stop them.” – Cooper

—“X-Men, they call themselves the X-Men.” – Rogue

1X02 – Pop Rocks & Pixie Stix – Teaser

“Welcome to Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning,” a tall woman with beautiful dark skin, high cheekbones, and stark white hair, greeted them in the entrance hall of the mansion, a real, freaking mansion!

“My name is Ororo Munroe,” the woman continued, offering her hand to the girl’s parents, “I’m the Headmistress of the School. We spoke on the phone, Mr Silver.”

“Yes,” Sharon’s father shook hands with Miss Munroe, “and this is my wife, Clara.”

“A pleasure,” Miss Munroe said nicely, shaking her mother’s hand before turning to her, “and you must be Sharon, it’s so good to finally meet you.”

“Hi,” she said a bit shyly, which wasn’t usually like her, normally she was a bundle of energy, but after the long plane ride and drive, the whole situation had become surreal. She adjusted the sunglasses on her nose and tried not to slink off.

“Sharon,” the headmistress had a strong, accented voice, but it was very soft at the same time, “I’d like you to meet one of our students, Jubilation Lee,” she gestured to the side where a girl stepped forward. She was about Sharon’s age and had Asian features, short black hair, and a punk rocker vibe.

“Call me Jubilee, or Jubes,” she was quite friendly, “and I’m gonna drag you away from the boring adults and show you all the fun stuff.”

“If it’s okay with yourselves,” Miss Munroe gestured to Sharon’s parents.

Her dad eyed the young woman warily but nodded his ascension and with that the girl, Jubilee, grabbed Sharon by the arm and lead her down the hall. “We’re going to start with the cafeteria first, cause I’m starving. I’ll show you where Bobby thinks he hides the ice cream.”

The halls were pretty much empty but then if this was a school everyone was probably in class, she would be school right now too if her parents hadn’t decided to pull her out… it was for the best.

“So,” Jubilee opened a door and they ended up in a large room that looked like it had been repurposed to be a cafeteria, several folding tables lining down the middle, a restaurant style kitchen built into the side, “what can you do?”

“What can I do?” she frowned at the question.

“This is what I can do,” the girl grinned and held her hand up, suddenly sparks like firecrackers shot up from her fingertips and exploded like the Fourth of July.

“Wow,” Sharon laughed, never having seen such a thing before, well, outside actual fireworks.

“I create plasmoids, or something like that,” she shrugged, then grinned, “all I know is I was obviously born to party.”

“Looks like it,” she smiled, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Ever since she discovered she was different, she felt like there was something very wrong with her, but here was another girl, not exactly like her, but also not exactly normal.

“Anyway,” Jubilee walked into the kitchen and Sharon followed, “you don’t have to tell me what your mutation is,” she opened one of the deep freezers and started digging, “I understand how you might be sensitive about it, whatever it is, and that’s cool, we’re all in the same boat here so no pressure.”

Sharon had no doubt that Jubilee meant it and that brought out the bold streak in the girl. When the firework mutant turned back with two half-pints of Rocky Road in her hand, Sharon reached up and somewhat shyly lowered her sunglasses so Jubilee could get a good look at her eyes…

“Catseye,” she said upon seeing the misshapen eyes which bore a striking resemblance to those of the feline species, “that’s so cool!”

…

“I’d like to introduce you to the school founder, as well as one of our teachers,” Ororo said as she let the Silver’s into the Professor’s office.

“Good afternoon,” Charles said as he wheeled himself around his desk to greet the couple. “Professor Charles Xavier. I hope you’ve found our school to be everything we promised.”

“Miss Munroe here should have been a used car salesman,” Mr Silver said and Ororo resisted the urge to comment on that, she simply raised an eyebrow.

“Terry,” Mrs Silver admonished him lightly before turning back to the mutants. “It certainly seems like a very nice place.”

“Much too nice,” Mr Silver did not hide his hostility, “something we could never afford, but you’re going to just let her come here and stay? For free?”

Xavier wasn’t fazed by the man, he had dealt with much worse, “We have several benefactors, some of which are former students, and they have been rather generous. Their donations plus various school grants, charters, and investments cover our operating costs, including room and board for the students as well as the work program.”

“Work program,” Mr Silver didn’t seem to like those two words together, “sounds like child labor to me.”

“Nothing of the sort,” Ororo assured him. “As you have already discovered, until your daughter can control her abilities, she is unable to get work experience or earn personal spending money. These are valuable lessons in responsibility any teenager and young adult must learn along with their schooling.”

“The work details are more like glorified chores,” the Professor continued, the two having tag teamed this conversation before, “helping in the kitchen, cleaning, gardening, that sort of thing. We are here to give these children as normal of an environment as we possibly can.”

“Out of the goodness of your heart?” he still wasn’t buying it.

“We’ve all been there Mr Silver,” Ororo let a bit of her weariness show through, “we’ve all needed help, and now it’s our turn to provide that help to others,” he seemed to warm a bit to that concept, so she continued, “please, feel free to voice any concerns you still might have,” she said as non-combatively as she could, “and we’ll address them to the best of our ability.”

The Silver’s glanced at each other, sharing that telepathy unique to long-time couples. When they were done, Mr Silver said, “When Sharon’s mutation manifested a few years ago, our biggest fear was that she’d be turned into some kind of government experiment.”

“We did what we could to hide the changes,” Mrs Silver said, “but it’s gotten more pronounced, she changes, fully, and without warning. She was… wasn’t herself for three days, we thought we lost her.”

“This is exactly why we’re here,” Xavier calmed the woman’s nerves, “to help others learn how to control their mutation and to give them a sense of community.”

“We won’t lie,” Ororo added, honesty always the better choice, “there will always be risks as Sharon carries unique DNA, and the exploitation of mutants has not been unheard of in the past, but here, at Xavier’s, our number one priority is the safety of our students.”

…

Jubilee showed Sharon the rec room, which was fully decked out, and then they snuck in on a class being taught by a woman with naturally purple hair. She also showed Sharon her room, which looked like a rock concert and a Shakespearean production threw up on each other. Apparently that later part was due to Jubliee’s roommate who apparently had… wings?

“So,” they headed through the library out onto the patio, the weather was nice and they were almost at the bottom of their little tubs of ice cream, “that’s pretty much it. The teachers are pretty cool, they won’t let you slack off or anything, but most of them used to be students here themselves so they’re pretty understanding.”

“The students became the teachers?” Sharon frowned, taking a seat on the balustrade, she liked to climb and be above everything, that was probably her ‘feline dna’ as she liked to call it.

“Yeah,” Jubliee leaned against the barrier as she fiddled with her ice cream, “when the school started there was only a handful of students, like Scott and Jean. The student body has actually tripled since I came here three years ago.”

“Three years?” for someone who was fifteen that seemed like an awful long time. “Do you like it here?”

“Oh yeah, it’s a great school,” as soon as the words slipped from her mouth, a loud ‘woosh’ could be heard from the South wing, “but it’s not without its quirks,” the next thing Sharon knew, something, maybe someone, went crashing out of a window, sailing across the lawn with a loud screech.

Mouth agape, Sharon turned to Jubilee to ask just what the heck was that and what should they do, but the girl was digging out the last of her ice cream before saying, “You get used to it.”

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

Adapted for Television by JayCee

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*Note: I have changed Sharon Smith aka Catseye to Sharon Silver as another Smith will be showing up in this series and I thought Silver was a more fitting name for Sharon.