Changes
Changes
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I claim no responsibility for any natural disasters, civil strife or
acts of God that result from this work of fiction.
Author notes: Not my first fic by far, but one of my more
involved ones, plot wise. Means it’s
going to be long. If you can’t hack it,
sorry. Leave a review anyway, you
bastards.
Synopsis: In an alternate universe, the students of Xavier
High must band together with an unlikely ally to liberate mutantkind.
AU notes: The AU this story is set in has a lot of small
changes and one big one—Wolverine is now female.
and a hint of movieverse. Characters are
between 15 and 18 unless they’re indicated as adults.
high school student for the time being.
Everything else will become clear as the story progresses…if it’s not,
drop me an email or IM. Oh, and in case
you were wondering…yes, in this universe, Charles Xavier is completely and
utterly insane. It’s more fun that way.
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Changes
By Space Cowgirl
---
that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations.
They're quite aware
of what they're going through..."
-David Bowie, Changes
“You just don’t get it, do you, Jean?
little head never imagined.”
“Betsy…I thought you were my friend!”
“I am, Jean. I
am. But unfortunately, Scott made his
choice. I can’t help it if that choice
was to dump you.” Jean tried not to cry
this time, but she always did. The hot
tears spilled down her face in front of everyone.
“Check out Jean—she’s cryin’, dude.”
“Dude.” Jean tried to
block out the whispers of the other students, but with her telepathy it was
impossible. She could feel their stares
burning into her, but they didn’t hurt as much as Betsy’s thin smile.
“I hope this won’t change our friendship, Jean, really.
hated Betsy at that moment. The other girl
raised an eyebrow. “I guess I’m
not. Well, if you want honesty…Scott was
worth it.” She laughed in Jean’s face.
voice not to tremble.
“Whatever. He wasn’t
even man enough to break up with me himself!”
Betsy laughed again.
“You can’t blame him, Jean.
You do come off as a frigid ice-princess most of the time.
“But not good enough for Scott.”
“It’s the way of the world, Jean.
gathered, all staring at a sobbing Jean.
She wasn’t even crying because Scott had dumped her.
to stand up to Betsy. She’d been
humiliated.
“ElisabetJeanJean shouted after her so-called friend.
eyebrow.
“Yes, Jean?” Jean
willed it to be different this time, willed the words to come.
Betsy walked away.
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Jean woke up, her sheets twisted around her legs in a sweaty
ball. She sighed, dropping her face into
her hands. The nightmare was
persistent—even her telepathy hadn’t been able to dampen it.
since that moment, three months ago.
“Go too hell, Betsy.”
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The
Erik Lensherr sat in deep thought, staring out at the
tangled jungle that grew thick outside the double-layer bulletproof glass
windows of his installation. He felt the
shifting forces of the magnetic shield that blanketed his base and frowned.
built into his desk. “Psylocke, come to
me, please.” He waited a moment for the
sound of the pressurized, bomb-proof ope opening behind him and then turned in
his chair.
“Hello, Elisabeth.”
The purple-haired girl frowned at him.
“Don’t call me that.”
Erik inclined his head.
“Pardon me, Psylocke.”
He gestured to another chair opposite him.
back ramrod straight.
“What do you wish of me, Magneto?”
buttons on the top, bringing up a holographic projection of the installation.
“These are the power fluctuation in the eletrotelepathic
shield for the last twenty-four hours.”
The installation’s shield was a benign green at the moment, but it began
to flicker rapidly from red to yellow and back, like a spastic Christmas tree
light. Erik turned the projection off
once it had cycled and face Psylocke again.
“Do you know what this means?”
“Xavier. He’s using
Cerebro to track us,” said Psylocke. “I’ve
felt the probes for the last few days.
He’s close to piercing the shield and finding our exact location.”
“Too close for comfort,” said Magneto.
Elisa—Psylocke, but I also know that you cannot stop Xavier from this remote
location.” Psylocke narrowed her eyes
slightly.
“Are you suggesting a more direct course of action,
sir?” Magneto touched his chin with two
fingers, as if the question had never occurred to him.
“I suppose I am,” he said finally.
“Then it would be my honor to…”
“No. You can’t return
to the Institute. He’d suspect something
immediately. What thituattuation calls
for is an operative who’s never had contact with Xavier, but can infiltrate the
Institute quickly. Because if I know my
old friend, he’ll have the Sentinels down on us the moment he discerns where we
are.” He handed a comm. to Psylocke and
gestured for her to leave. “Call Sabretooth.
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