Title-X-changed

Author-Mystique (mystique_42@hotmail.com)

Rating- G

Summery-The rules of fanfic don't bend this far. So I will break them. Professors Cassidy and Frost had a dream. That all mutants and all humans could live peaceably together. Generation X- M, Cyclops, Phoenix, Xavier, Jubilee, Angel, and Iceman- is here to make that dream a reality.

Disclaimer- These people don't belong to me. Neither does Bill Gates or Cinderella. I'm sorry if I offended anybody, but this is fanfic. Sacrifices must be made.

Notes- This isn't a What If. This is a What The?!

Warren Worthington III stepped out of the taxi cab and looked up at the school that would soon become his home, whether he wanted it to be or not. He turned and paid the cabby, feeling very uncomfortable with his wings clamped to his back. He picked up his bags and climbed the steps.

At the top was a large Irish man with his back hunched like he carried the weight of the world on his back. He had on a sweat suit. His pants were black and not the kind to catch one's eye. His sweat shirt was black up to about shoulder height, where it turned yellow. Warren couldn't help but think of Charlie Brown. The man had an X inside a circle on the left corner of the shirt as well. Beside him stood a thin, gorgeous woman with a large smile and icy yellow hair. She was dressed all in white, if you could call her dressed at all. Her shirt was strapless, shoulder-less and altogether too tight and too low. Her pants were as skin tight as the shirt and she wore knee-high white boots. Warren decided he liked this school.

"Ye are Warren, I presume," the man said extending a hand. Warren nodded and took it. "I'm Sean Cassidy, then, an' this is Emma Frost. We are the headmasters of this school. Perhaps ye'd like to see the school?" the man continued.

"If it's alright, I'd like to let my wings out?" Warren asked, trying to itch his back. Emma smiled.

"That wouldn't be a problem," she said. "I need the chance to examine them anyway, so if you'll follow me to the Medical Lab, we'll just begin with the examinations and then you'll get your tour. Alright?" He nodded. Sean opened the door and Emma went through, nodding her thanks to Sean as she passed him. Warren passed by Sean and muttered his thanks.

Emma's heels clicked as they walked through the hallways. There was no sound in the whole building. Warren strained to hear some sort of sign of the living.

Without turning around, Emma said, "All the students are in another building. This one has medical facilities. They are at the one with a TV and stereo. Through here," she said, opening a door and holding it as he passed. He muttered another thanks and then stopped to gape.

The room looked like a set from Star Trek. Everything was beeping and flashing little lights. Emma didn't even blink but walked straight over to a device too big to be anything Warren had ever seen before.

"Remove your shirt," Emma ordered as she prepared a tool that looked like one of those shot things they have on Star Trek. Warren did as he was told and was suddenly very thankful to his father for making him go to the gym all those years. He was slim but muscular. His white wings spread out behind him, taking up a lot of space but it felt so good to feel the air on them again.

Emma turned back to him and held the tool up. "This is what I am going to use to take a blood sample. It won't hurt as much as a normal shot, but it does hurt a little. Please put your arm out straight," she said poising the tool as if she had already begun to use it. He didn't even feel the shot. Emma smiled a friendly smile.

"You're the bravest yet," she said, putting a small Band Aid on the place she had taken blood from. He decided she had the loveliest smile he'd ever seen. "Now, I am going to examine your wings. Please lie down on the med-cot over there," she said, pointing to a long, metal board being held off the ground a little. He lay down and waited.

Emma had put on whit plastic gloves when she put her face over his and began to explain the large machinery she was about to take x-rays of him with. He didn't hear her. All he could think of was how her hair fell about her face, giving it a sort of halo look. She stood up and began to work the machine, giving Warren an view he shouldn't have seen but couldn't tear his eyes off of.

"Alright, now you are free to go," she said when she had finished. He stood up and flexed his wings before leaving. When he got outside the building and was about to take flight, he heard Emma's voice say, "They're all in the smaller of the domed buildings." He turned around to say his thanks but there was no one there. He shook his head and took off.

***

Jean opened the text book in front of her and slid her hair behind her ear so she could catch a glance across the room towards Scott, who was studying a little bit away. He glanced up and their eyes locked. Feeling swum through her mind as she saw how beautiful his eyes were, even beneath all the dark red. His brown hair fell about his face and thoughts of him danced in her. He stood, still locked with her eyes. He walked over to the bookshelf near her and placed his book on the top shelf, still staring at her. She could feel him thinking about her, like she was thinking about him. She stood before she knew what was happening and walked over to him. As she placed her book on top of his, their fingers touched and she almost thought they sparked.

The door opened and Charles walked in. His dirty blond hair fell like a mop over his head and his eyes took in the scene. Suddenly, Jean looked away from Scott. All those feelings, all those images, had all suddenly turned into Charles as if someone had just changed the channel of her heart. She smiled a brilliant smile and almost floated over to Charles. He smiled a smile just as happy and enfolded her in his arms. They kissed and the kiss seemed to pluck all thoughts of Scott out of her mind. Scott took his hand away from the book he had been resting his hand on and quietly left the room.

***

Scott clenched his hands into fists so tight that his whole hand turned white. His face was bound in that grim face he had had ever since he had fallen for Jean's charms, only to loose her to Charles. He and Charles had once been the closest of friends until Jean had separated them. In that room, he would have placed his life savings on a bet that Jean felt about him as he did for her. Then Charles had come in and her face had light up like a candle had suddenly been turned on and spread warmth all inside of her. Scott was stubborn, but he knew when to admit defeat.

"Mr. Summers?" Emma Frost said, suddenly appearing at his side.

"Yes, Miss Frost?" he answered, not really wanting to have anything to do with anybody at that moment.

"A new student has just arrived. One Warren Worthington III. I would like you to give him a tour of the grounds."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered glumly. She peered at him.

"If there is anything wrong, my door is always open," she told him, placing her hand on his back with a smile. He gave her a half-hearted smile in return and set off in search of the new kid.

***

Warren heard Emma telling him that she had sent a tour guide, but he still couldn't figure out how she was talking, yet not being there. Her voice seemed to be inside his head! He suddenly had the feeling to land near a glum boy with dark red sunglasses.

"Hi, I'm Warren," he said as he landed. The boy stuck his hand out stiffly.

"I'm Scott," he said and Warren had the feeling that he was not in a good mood. And that began the tour.

Scott showed Warren through the maze of buildings, ending at the Danger Sphere. He explained that it was a sort of holographic bio-sphere where they had their training. In the middle of his speech, he noticed Warren was no longer paying attention.

"Hello, Warren?" he asked, trying to figure out what Warren was so interested in. All he saw was Miss Frost walking to the main building and Jubilee chasing Drake. Warren jumped slightly.

"I'm sorry, you were saying about the Medical Building?" Warren said.

"Yeah, about ten minutes ago. What were you looking at?" Scott asked. Warren blushed a deep red that spread to touch the roots of his wings.

"Uhm, that nice big maple tree over there?" he said, obviously covering something. Scott gave him a Look. "Okay, I was just looking at that teacher. . .Miss Frost. She's hot, isn't she?"

"Excuse me?!" Scott asked, making sure he had heard correctly.

"Man, she is so fine! Her chest is the size of the US of A! And check the walk. . ." he said pointing.

"Wait a minute! You have a crush on Miss Frost!?" Scott said, running a hand through his hair. Warren laughed.

"I just said she was fine! You really need to get out more!" he laughed again.

"I've been telling them that, but they just don't listen to me," said a voice. Scott sighed.

"Alright, what do you want Lee?" he said without turning. Warren however, did turn. There was a girl, about their age, with Cargo pants and blades on. She smacked her gum loudly and fixed her Hillfigger shades.

"I'm lookin' fer Drake. He got away with my Lauryn Hill CD and I plan on makin' him pay," she said with a grin.

"Oh, please, you couldn't hurt a fly," came a voice from the tree above them. A boy, also their age, dropped. He held out the CD towards Lee and said, "An I thank you most humbly for the use of your CD." He grinned and extended his hand to Warren. "I'm Bobby Drake. Call me Drake, it sounds so much cooler."

"Yeah, well, my name is Warren and you can call me that," Warren said, shaking Drake's hand. Scott rolled his eyes and made a face.

"What's wrong, Mr. Glum?" Drake said as he slipped towards Lee's side.

"Oooh, I bet we have had a close encounter with the people formerly known as Jean and Charles?" Lee said, mockingly throwing a hand to her forehead and making fainting sounds. Drake laughed and made as if to catch her. Scott threw his hands up and stalked off.

***

Scott plopped down beneath the large maple tree. If only he could turn off his feelings for Jean! He leaned his head back and looked up into the leaves.

"Hello, Mr. Summers," said the dark face looking back at him.

"Oh! Sorry, M. I didn't see you. I'll leave," he said already getting up. She dropped from the branches and softly pushed him back down and sat next to him.

"Please don't," she said, staring up at the sky. "Have you ever noticed how blue the sky is?" He looked up through his glasses and turned his head away from her.

"I'm sorry, of course you didn't," she said nervously wringing her hands. He shook his head.

"No need to be sorry." There was a long pause as they gazed up at their differently colored skies. "So. What were you doing here?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.

"I was climbing the tree. I'll bet you didn't realize what a wonderful tree this is for climbing?" she grinned mischievously.

"No, I didn't. Climbing trees. Isn't that second grade?" he asked as she pulled him up.

"As the authority on all things immature, I'll have to take your word on it," she said, grinning still. Then she stopped suddenly.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing. I just have the funniest idea that I've said that before. Never mind," she said grinning and pulling again.

"M, I never climbed a tree before. See, I have this thing with heights. The only thing I hate worse then heights is falling from them," he nervously said as she soared up into the highest branches.

"Don't be silly! Turn that frown upside down!" she said with a giggle. Scott's grumpiness disappeared as he laughed and climbed with Monet. He could finally get Jean out of his thoughts for a little while at least. And he was having fun too.

***

*Students, I have an announcement to make,* came Emma's thought-speech in all of their heads. Warren glanced around but she was not there. This was really strange. The he heard laughing.

"You don't have a clue what's going on, so you?" Jean asked, holding her sides from laughing so hard. Warren shook his head and noticed Lee and Drake trying to hide their laughing behind their hands.

"Ms. Frost is a telepath, like me," Jean explained out loud but then her voice switched so that it was in his head. *We can project our thoughts directly into your brain and read thoughts you think sometimes before you even know you thought them.*

Do you know what I'm thinking now? Warren thought. *Yes.* came the voice in his head again.

"Okay, people, enough with the thought-speak thing. You look so funny, making all those face with no noise. Anywayz, we gotta get to Ms. Frost fer her announcement," Drake said, grabbing Lee and covering himself with ice. Lee rolled her eyes as they sledded away.

"They close?" Warren asked as Jean and he lifted off.

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking slightly confused.

"An item! They seem like, you know, a pair," Warren said.

"We’ve been pretty tight since we started here. It's probably because they're such good friends," Jean said, waving her hand like she was pushing away an annoying idea.

***

Emma waited until everyone had settled down, and Warren had folded those huge wings, before she began to speak.

"I have decided to give you a treat, partly to familiarize yourselves with Mr. Worthington and partly because you have been exemplary students. Tomorrow night we will all be attending a formal party at a club of which I am a member, the Hellfire Club. You will have the rest of the day off so you may shop or whatever it is you do to prepare for a formal event. Just let me make this point clear, I do NOT want to be embarrassed by you. This club once offered me a very high position, which I declined, but they still have a very high opinion of me and mine. I want all of you on your best behavior," she said, pacing in front of them. "I will be taking the van out in about half an hour and going to Boston. Anyone who wishes to accompany me may. You need not bring any money, I will pay for any reasonable purchases."

Whether she was going to say more or not will forever be unknown since as soon as she said, "I will pay. . ." a mad stampede, started by Lee, had begun. When the smoke had cleared, there was not a female left in the room save Miss Frost herself.

***

Monet pulled a dress off the rack and held it up to herself in front of the mirror. She shook her head and put it back. Jean came out of the dressing room wearing a dress the exact shade of her hair. It was long with a flowing look.

"I like it," Jean proclaimed, looking n the mirror. Monet looked up momentarily.

"It's the first dress you've looked at!" Lee exclaimed, coming out of another dressing room with a short, dark blue dress on. She looked at herself before going back into the dressing room with another dress.

"I decide very quickly," Jean told her through the door. Monet had picked up a black dress and was heading for the dressing rooms.

"If you like it, keep it. It does look good on you," Monet told her with a smile. Jean beamed back at her and Lee snorted through the door.

"Really, it does," Monet said through her door. Lee snorted again. Jean began to fix her hair in the mirror. Lee emerged with a tight, long dark green dress with no sleeves and a slit on either side.

"Worrying about what Drake will think?" Jean asked with a devilish grin, still looking in the mirror. Lee turned red and shook her head fiercely.

"Please, we're just friends," she said, trying to sound sure.

Monet emerged wearing a black, long, tight (as in very) with a large open area in both front and back, around that area guys keep looking at. (1) Jean let out a low whistle and Lee let her jaw fall.

"I like this one," Monet said with a grin.

After much consideration, Lee chose a navy blue dress, long with long sleeves that loosened to almost medieval looking. It also had an open back.

*** Right Before Party-

"So, which one?" Drake said, holding up a blue and a red tie. Scott glanced over and shrugged, as did Charles. Warren came over and pointed to the blue one. Drake then proceeded to start tying it over his light blue suit. Almost immediately, he botched it up. Warren began to help him.

"So, are you and Jean going anywhere afterwards?" Scott asked Charles, trying to look casual and non-caring.

"Yeah, we were thinking of going to the park for a while to look at the stars," Charles replied glancing over at his former bast friend. He could remember when it would have been the two of them, going for a drive after a party. Those were great times, all gone.

"I think it goes around here, no wait. . ." Warren was saying and Drake was contradicting almost everything he said. Scott wandered over to try and help. Before long, all three were still trying to tie it into a simple bow tie. Charles casually wandered over and snatched the offending material from their midst.

"I am well aware of how you feel about her, Scott. You don't have to hide anything from me," Charles said, his fingers flying.

"No, I can't hide anything from you!" Scott said furiously.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Charles said indignantly, throwing the tied bow back at Drake.

"You've been taken over by your power, you have to know everything! I can't even feel without you knowing about it!" Scott said, "It wasn't Jean who tore our friendship apart, it was YOU!" He stomped out and slammed the door behind him. Once outside, he stopped to catch his breath.

"Are you alright, Scott?" came the sound of Monet's voice. He turned to see her, hovering in yoga position a few inches above the ground.

"Yeah, I am," he said. She 'stood' and floated to the ground. Only then did Scott get a glimpse of her dress and he caught his breath. She seemed pleased by his reaction.

"You like it?" she asked spinning around for him to get a full look.

"I love it," he said smiling.

"I thought you would," she replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the stairs behind her. *She's so wild* Scott thought fondly. *Like Jean almost*

***

There was a lot of tension in Emma's limo. Lee and Drake were laughing about something in one corner. Jean and Charles were snuggling, with Scott smoldering and Monet trying to cheer him up. Emma and Sean were casting Significant Glances back and forth and Warren was staring at places on Emma that he should not have been staring at. It seemed to everyone, except Lee and Drake, that the trip was taking far too long. The limo was much larger than most and Emma and Sean were sitting together talking, well away from the Triangle, as Drake had dubbed Scott, Jean, and Scott.

"Sean, there has to be something we can do," Emma whispered to Sean. He looked up, like he was just being awakened from a dream.

"Aboot whut?" he asked.

"About the Triangle," she said impatiently.

"I dinnae know, lass. I dinnae know," he said solemnly.

***

Warren glanced around the crowded room, all the wealthy people flaunting their money with trivial pursuits. Like him. Two people caught his eye. A couple, looking almost like twins, both with brownish red hair with white skunk tails down the middle. Their eyes seemed very fake as well, like they weren't really their eyes, just some illusion. The woman was a bit shorter than the man, who had a "I'm hot" sort of air about him. The woman was wearing a red sleeveless dress with long gloves. The man was wearing a dark red suit, matching the woman's. They moved in unison and never needed to look over at each other to know that they were there. They were both about the teachers' ages. Warren took another sip of wine and moved his attention onward.

***

Lee propped her head up on her hand and yawned. Drake, sitting next to her, did the same thing a minute later.

"I didn't know a party could be so booooorring!" Lee whined.

"They could possibly play some good song, you know?" Drake said, switching hands.

"I never liked formal gatherin's mahself, petite," came a female voice with a strange mix of southern and French accents. The voice belonged to the woman Warren had noticed earlier. Her hair, only as long as the bottom of her ears, was tucked behind her ear and the man was nowhere in sight.

"Me neither," Lee said, not missing a beat. Drake couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around the woman. She raised the hairs of the back of his neck without even trying.

The woman smiled an icy smile and outstretched her hand. "My name's Rouge." Lee laughed.

"A lipstick shade? Your parents had a sense of humor. I'm Lee and this is Drake. Pleased ta' make yer acquaintance," Lee said, shaking the hand merrily, not noticing the figurative dark cloud forming over Rouge's head.

"So whut are nice kids like ya'll doing in a dull place like dis?" Rouge asked, almost friendly.

"We're here with our school. How'z about you?" Drake said.

"I got a wealthy boyfriend. Oh, here he is now," Rouge said as the man that was with her earlier appeared. She wrapped her arms around his waist and they smiled simultaneously.

"I'm Remy," the man said, and he also had the strange mix of accent's in his voice.

"Well, it was nice talking to you kids. Ah'll see ya'll around, peut-etre," Rouge said as she stood. Remy moved at the exact same time, like they were in synch. Lee and Drake waved their good-byes and didn't seem to notice the couple's strange behaviors. They turned to each other as they left, and their eyes met. A strange coloring passed ever so briefly, like their eyes turned black with red pupils. A unanimous smile passed over their faces and they silently laughed at a private joke.

Across the crowded room, Jean and Charles were wrapped in each other, swaying to a gentle beat. Charles' face, full and overflowing with joy, seemed to make a paler reflection in Jean's face. Her eyes showed none of the mirth that his did, though she laughed and giggled and wrapped him tighter to her. She didn't notice Scott across the room, staring at her as Monet tried to coax his ill mood away. Suddenly, Jean made a little gasp and held her head like something was trying to pry its way into her brain. She glanced up and saw Charles, briefly, before her world turned topsy turvy.

She was running. Branches bit at her face and rocks stung her bare feet. She was dressed as a Puritan, but her clothes were ragged and torn. She could hear the shouts of an angry crowd behind her. She wanted to stop, to see who they were angry at, but something in her mind told her that would be a bad idea. She was confused and didn’t see the branch that protruded from the ground. Her foot caught and she was down in a huddle of cloth and limbs. A large gash formed over her left eye as she hit the ground, and it stung very badly. She tried to stand but her head ached and her feet cried out against anymore forward movement. She knew death waited for her if she ley there, but she found she could not move. Her head dropped and she closed her eyes, feeling the approaching crowd. In moments, she could feel their rough hands grasping her, tearing at her, ripping her. Then she heard a voice.

"I won’t let you hurt this girl. Leave if you value your lives."

They voice was muffled, yet still sounded foreboding and harsh. She opened her eyes and saw a girl, covered in a black cloth, with her long hair flowing out. The strange thing about the girl was that her hair had a white stripe in it and her eyes were black with red pupils.