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X-Men: The (fan fic) Series
Episode #: 1X10
Title: Ghosts

Summary: Kitty heads home for the holiday and dredges up too many memories while her friends back at the mansion are confronted by their own ghosts.
Rated TV-14 for Emotional Trauma

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

—“I’ve been calling it Thanksgivikah.” – Kitty

—““They were probably captive mutants.” – Scott.

—“We could always ask Magneto.” – Bobby
“That might not be a bad idea.” – Scott

—“Dad’s got his new family he’s all tied up in, and mom’s off somewhere with her flavor of the month.” – Kitty

—“What was that about Xavier having a son?” – Bobby

—“ALEX!” – Scott

—“Would you be able to fly me out on Saturday? Or Sunday?” – Kitty

—“You think you Xavier kids are so high and mighty, living in your ivory tower like a bunch of lords and ladies, when you don’t have a clue as to what is going on in the real word.” – Archlight

—“The game board is changing, Charles is putting himself, and his students, right in the crossfire. Whatever happens next, it will be on his head.” – Magneto

1X10 – Ghosts – Teaser

Six Years Ago…

A man and woman walked down the hall of a Jewish synagogue, a young blonde girl trailing behind them. Their footfalls echoed off the warm marble tile as they came to stand in front of a Rabbi.

“Mrs. Pryde,” the Rabbi addressed the mother, taking her hand cordially, “I was sadden to hear of your mother’s passing, but God deemed it her time and while his plan may not be obvious at this moment, I have faith that his will is just.”

“Yes, Rabbi,” she nodded, “of course.”

“The hospital delivered your mother’s body just this morning,” he continued as they walked down the hallway, “the chevra kadisha are ready to begin preparing the body. Burial may be immediate, tomorrow, unless there is cause to wait?”

“All our family is local except for an uncle in Iowa,” she told him, “he’ll be in tonight.”

“Then it is all arranged,” the Rabbi led them through one of the doors into the administrative area.

“Rabbi,” she stopped him, “it all happened so quickly, I didn’t get a chance to see her before she passed, would it be possible to do so now?”

“Of course, my dear,” he nodded and they went through another door farther into the synagogue.

The little girl paused, distracted by a picture hanging on the wall, so the father called to her, “Katherine, come along.”

Katherine Pyrde followed her parents and they found themselves in a preparation room. An older woman was laid out on a table, covered in a linen sheet from the neck down.

“Grandma?” Katherine frowned, there was something wrong with her, like she was sleeping but unnaturally still.

“I’m sorry sweetie,” her mother squatted down to be on her level, “but remember, we talked about this, your grandma has passed on.”

“What,” Katherine looked between her mother and grandmother, not understanding, “what’s wrong with grandma?”

“She’s gone,” her mother tried to sooth her with a brush of her hair, “but don’t be sad, Kitty, you will see her again.”

“No,” the little girl shook, pulling away from her mother, “I want to see her now, wake her up.”

“Sweetie, I can’t,” she lost hold of her daughter, “but you will see her in the afterlife, I promise.”

Tears began to fall from her eyes and Kitty couldn’t look at her grandmother any more. Turning on her heels she ran back through the door and down the hall. Nearly blinded by her weeping, she kept running straight until she was outside.

A car honked as it skidded to a stop mere feet from her.

Kitty looked up, wiping her eyes as the driver got out.

“Where did you come from?” he asked in both his confusion and relief that he hadn’t hit the young girl.

Looking behind her, all she saw was the solid wall of the synagogue, the only entrance on this side of the building at least sixty feet farther down.

Had she really ran that far?

…

Today…

Scott’s personal Cessna aircraft taxied across the run way of the Chicago Executive Airport just northwest of Chicago. It was unrealistic for him to fly into O’Hare being just a small airplane flying from New York to Illinois.

“Mom says she’s in the terminal waiting for me,” Kitty had her phone out now that they were on the ground.

“Alright then,” he flipped a few switches, “I’ll drop you off and then see you back here on Saturday.”

“I really appreciate you flying me out,” she finished texting her mother back, “after what happened yesterday with those other mutants.”

“Yeah, well,” he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, “I already had the flight plan in place and I have to pick up James and Sasha on the way back.”

“Still, thanks,” Kitty said as he turned the plane towards a parking space, “Doug is looking at those drives, if he can’t find anything on it, no one can.”

“I’m sure of that,” Scott smiled and then parked the plane, “alright, let’s get your stuff.”

Fifteen minutes later, Kitty found herself walking through the small terminal with her backpack and roller luggage. That’s when she spotted her mom, sitting in one of the waiting chairs, reading a design magazine.

“Mom!” Kitty nearly shouted and the woman looked up to smile at her.

“Katherine,” Terri Pryde stood, she wasn’t much taller than her daughter but it was obvious the girl got her lithe build from her mother, and the two embraced, “glad to have you home.”

As Kitty held her mother, she couldn’t help the feeling that ‘home’ hadn’t felt much like home for a very long time.

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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