Tides of Change: Chapter One.

The start of something big

Hello! If your reading this, then I've just submitted my First fiction. Sniff I'd like to thank the academy, and my brother for always laughing at me. But seriously, I would like to thank a few of the awesome writer out there for their efforts.

First, I'd like to thank Red Witch for so many things. Roughly Twenty one of them. Thank you for inspiring me to write this out, and giving lots and lots of people out there idea's and encouragement for spin offs. And many, Many thanks for the open call for Writers to use the Misfits, your brain children, because I never would have gotten the moxy up to ask you for permission.

Second, I'd like to thank RougefanKC for showing me that yes, there is a Santa Claus, and he up dates every Friday. ;)

Third, L1701E. I may not be able to pronounce your name, but I can metaphorically shake your hand and thank you for giving so many authors the chance to use your tested and tried characters.

Thank you all for giving me the well needed kick in the pants to do this.

Mr. Lenall is mine. I do not own Kim Possible, X-men: Evolution, G.I. Joe or the Misfits. They are Disneys, Marvels, Hasbro's and Red Witch's, respectively. If you disagree with me I WILL get out the rabid chipmunks, don't make me do it!

Zita sighed as she drew a small flame in her note book. Her teacher, Mister Lenall, was talking about the Mutant registration act and how much good it would do for the school. For the fifth time that week.

"...Which is why the school is putting a mutant ban into effect next month." He finished with a rap on the black board, half the class woke-up.

"Now, who would like to tell me how mutations occur? Ah, Miss Flores."

Zita's head shot up, "Huh?"

"Would you care to answer the question?"

Zita forehead wrinkled, "What question?"

"I rest my case." Mr. Lenall smiled nastily, "Perhaps in the future you'll pay closer attention. Can anyone else answer me? Yes Mr. Davis?"

Zita glared at the blackboard like it was a mortal enemy. She hadn't used to zone out in class. She used to be the top student. Always ready with an answer. But for the past month she'd been unintentionally zoning out. Her mind kept drifting towards other places outside the class room, where wind howled in her ears...

She shook herself. She had done it again. Well, at least this was the last class for the day. In a few more minutes she could go home and have a nice hot bath and relax. And on Saturday she would go to the Bueno Nacho with Ron and Kim.

The bell rang, jolting her out of her thoughts. She shoved her books in her backpack and headed to the door. Mr. Lenall stopped her.

"Miss Flores, we need to talk."

Zita froze. We need to talk... Those words alone could drive fear into the hart of the most hardened of Jocks. They where the words the teacher said whenever he felt you're work was slipping. Zita, until now, had never had them directed at her.

"About what sir?" she managed to choke out.

Mr. Lenall pursed his lips and folded his fingers. Classic signs of doom. Zita thought worriedly.

"Zita, your work has been slipping lately. You've gone form A+ to barely a C- and I would like to know why."

She glanced at the clock. If she got this over with quickly, there was still time to have a bath before supper.

"I've, just been, um, having difficultly concentrating." she said, flashing him a smile, "I'll shape up, I promise."

Mr. Lenall sighed, "Alright Zita, I'll take your word for it. But I want that report on the aspects of the Mutant Ban on my desk on Monday. And I want A+ material. Is that clear?"

Zita nodded fervently, "I promise sir. I'll make you proud."

Mr. Lenall smiled, "I know you will Zita. Your the best student I've ever taught. I don't want to lose you."

Zita smiled again and ran out the classroom door.

She smiled, so today stank, so what? Tomorrow promised to be one of the best days of her life.

Years later, she still blocks up her ears and hums loudly whenever the memory surfaces.

Kim stared at her hand.

"Okay, that did not just happen." she said.

"That was so cool!" Jim, her younger brother, said.

"Do it again!" Tim, Jim's identical twin, whooped.

Kim looked at the hole in the wall.

"I need to talk to Wade." She squeaked.

"Okay, but can you do that again before you go?" Jim asked.

"Not on your life." Kim's usual manner towards her brothers returned. When the brain is startled and shaken, large portions that usually direct the persona shut down and smaller portions, most often used for food consumption and boggling take over. So your subconscious thoughts go something like this, 'Not banana cheese cake on mine Gottlook at those ears your eew eels! Life.'

She ran towards her room, the past six minutes playing inadvertently them selves over and over in her head.

"Give me it back you Tweebs!" Kim screamed as she chased Tim and Jim down the hall.

"Quickly Professor Tim! The savage creature is right behind us!" Jim yelled, tossing a small, purple otter with wings to his twin.

"Indeed Professor Jim! We must make haste to the Zoo!" Tim agreed, catching the toy.

"You two belong in a zoo!" Kim muttered, "When I get my hands on you I'll..."

She skidded around a corner as she continued to chase them. Kitchen, computer room, entry hall, eventually she cornered them in the living room.

She growled menacingly as she advanced on them.

"Alright." she snarled, "Give me it back and maybe I'll consider not nailing your ears to the wall."

The Twins gave each other a sly glance.

"Hicka Bicka boo?" Jim asked.

"Hoo sha." Tim grinned.

They darted out underneath her legs. However, there plans of escape and life in Tijuana where cut short as Kim swung around and managed to grab them before they could go anywhere.

"Aw..." Tim said.

"...Crud." Jim finished.

Kim smirked as she grabbed the toy. She dropped the boys and casually leaned against the wall, palm first.

"Well Tweebs, that's what happens when you-" She say the looks on their faces, "What?"

Jim sputtered and pointed at the wall. Kim turned.

A hairline crack was spreading out from where her hand had hit it. Slowly it traced the shape of her hand, branching out into tinier and tinier fragments. Kim stepped away from the wall in horror. The crack began to spiral out in a circle. And, suddenly, that section just crumbled into dust. Leaving a hole in the wall roughly the size of a plate.

Kim emerged in her room, still shaking from the aftermath, she fumbled with her communicator. Or, as Ron had dubbed it, her 'Kimmunicator'. The turquoise and dark blue design made it hard to loose or over look, plus it went wonderfully with her black shirt she wore on her missions. Kim Possible, due to a series of strange and random events, had become a teen hero. She traveled all over the globe with her best friend and sidekick Ron Stoppable. While she was usually calm and half the time in control, Ron was her polar opposite. She pressed a button, flicking the screen from it's picture of an interlocking K and P to a very confused 10 year old genius.

"Kim? What's-" Wade started.

"Wade, I've got a major sitch on my hands, I just punched a hole in the wall!" She was shaking visibly, her hair was frazzled and her eyes where large and scared.

Wade raised his eyebrows.

"Well, Everyone gets angry Kim, I'd suggest council-"

"I wasn't trying to!" Kim shrieked, "I just leaned against it and POW!"

"Kim, your hysterical! Calm down!" Wade shouted.

Kim took a deep breath, trying to repair her shattered nerves. After a few minutes they where mended enough to allow her to talk.

"Your right." She said, "Thanks Wade."

"Now, what happened?"

Kim told him, neglecting to mention just what had been purloined.

Wade whistled.

"That's quite a story Kim." He said.

Kim nodded, "So can you tell me what's wrong?"

Wade sighed, "Yes, I can, But your not going to believe me."

Kim raised her eyebrows, "Wade, think about who your talking to.

"O-kay. But I don't think your gonna like it. " He said. He took a deep breath, "Alright, remember when you got Hego's powers for a day?"

Kim groaned, "How could I forget?" She said.

Hego was a semi-well known superhero. He, his brothers, and until recently his sister, protected Go city with their combined powers. A little over a week ago Kim had helped them fight off Aviarius, a bird obsessed loon who had stolen their abilities. The nearly bald madman had shown up with a giant Condor and a glowing staff. The staff could apparently take another's powers by force. He had already captured Mego's, (Shrinking) and both of the Wego's (multiplication) when he went after Hego's. Kim and Ron had just happened to be there, Kim trying to satiate Ron's much needed taco fix, and Kim had jumped in the way of the power-draining beam. So instead of Aviarius becoming super-strong, Kim had.

"And you know about Mutants, right?"

She nodded. Mr. Barkin had been giving some unenthusiastic speeches about Mutant bans in homeroom. It was clear that he thought there where more pressing matters at hand then to spread hate and bigotry. Wade started to type at lightning speed. Charts started to flash on the screen. They showed different pictures of DNA. Some had blinking parts, some didn't, some had softly glowing parts.

"Well, mutants are born with an certain gene. This gene, called the x-gene, give Mutants their unique powers."

Pictures of Men and Woman started to flash on screen instead. Some where causing earthquakes, or throwing cars, some where bouncing fireballs in their hands, and still others where walking right though walls!

"Most of the time the X-gene gets, err, switched-on, at puberty. Although sometimes it happens due to stress. So you can have eight-year-old kids running around with super powers."

A picture of a young boy with slightly green skin. His huge eyes stared blankly at the camera, fear apparent. He couldn't be any older than eight.

"Now, sometimes an individual is born with a X-gene that doesn't switch on. They can go through there whole life not knowing their a Mutant."

The picture of the glowing DNA strand showed up again.

Kim rolled her eyes, "Look, Wade, the lecture is very interesting, but what has it got to do with me?"

"I'm getting there." Wade said impatiently.

The screen cut back to him, Wade looked worried.

"Apparently, when you got Hego's powers, it activated and influenced your dormant X-gene."

Kim stared at the screen, uncomprehending.

Wade sighed, "Your a Mutant Kim."

That's when she fainted.

"So I'm a mutant. Big deal!"

Bonnie looked at her reflection in the mirror. Tuning this way and that she tried to reassure a screaming part of her mind that she looked perfectly normal. Yep. Same old her. No extra limbs, no wings, no horns or fur, same Bonnie Rockwhiler.

She turned around to make sure she hadn't sprouted at tail. Well, you never know.

She tossed her some of her spiky brown hair over her shoulder. She wasn't worried about telling her mother. Mrs. Rockwhiler had made it clear from day one that she didn't care if her children grew fangs and started spitting poison, she would still love them. Of course this was coming form a woman who sometimes ran up and down the sidewalk of her neighbor hood wearing nothing but her bathrobe and yelling 'Toto! Toto!', so it was very little comfort. It was still comfort though, and that was the main thing.

"It's not like anyone knows." She tried to talk herself out of running around in little circles. It wasn't working. "I can still go to school."

Until I lose control...

She shook her head. Wasn't gonna happen. She wouldn't let it. Bonnie was very good at keeping things in control. When she was left in charge of her three younger siblings and the pipes had burst, she'd taken it in stride and manged to keep everyone on the couch until the repair man and rescue workers arrived. When her little brother had been chased up a tree by a rabid wombat (a very long and complicated story) she'd run out there with a cast-iron frying pan and beaten it off. The SPCA hadn't liked it much. This was going to be no different. She cast a worried look at the lamp she had just burned to a cracked and blackened mess before she left her room to talk to her Mom.

Jamie Maddox stood and pouted as he watched the older X-men pile into a large jet.

"I still don't see why I can't come." He muttered, crossing his arms. Wild brown hair fell into his eyes as he glared at the others.

Scott Summers, or Cyclops as he was called on the field, rolled his eyes behind his ruby-visored battle glasses. Scott was roughly eighteen, and gifted, (or cursed.) with the ability to fire deadly scarlet beams from his eyes. However, due to a unique childhood injury, he was unable to control them. On the up shot, they didn't burst through his eyelids every time he blinked.

Scott was a field leader for Xavier's Mutant team, the afore mentioned X-men.

"For the last time, your still to young to be competent on the field. Now I'll grant you, you are getting much better at controlling your powers, but you still have slip ups. We're going to a fairly remote town that doesn't know it has mutants yet, and we'd like to keep that way."

"Maybe next time kiddo." Remy Lebeau chuckled and ruffled Jamie's hair in passing. The Fourteen year old mutant glared at his back.

Remy, codenamed Gambit, was one of the more human looking residents of the Mansion. Everyone he met would just consider him to be a regular guy, until they saw his eyes. Often framed by locks of brown hair, Remys eyes were Red on Black, a scary combination that some had even compared to devilish. Originally for Louisiana, he spoke with an Cajun accent, but had more than once proved he could talk without one, causing some of the more recent additions to the mansion pause and scratch their heads. He had the ability to kinetically charge any item in reach, with a preference for playing cards. Once, when Rouge had asked him about it, he said, it was like having fifty two little explosives tucked away in one pocket.

Rouge was a punk girl who could put someone in a coma if she touched them long enough. Her unique powers, while preventing her from physical contact, allowed her to absorb and use the memories or powers of anyone she touched. Recently, though, allies of theirs, the G.I. Joes, had created a suit that would eventually allow her to gain control. Also, because of an experiment inflicted on her by her so called 'father' she was also gifted with flight, super strength, and was well-nigh invulnerable. She and Remy had a tense, and at times non-existent, relationship, she did seem to duplicate the feelings he showed for her. Although she was not going on this mission, (being, as the Professor said, to well known due to a public speech she gave awhile ago,) she had told Remy to come back with his shield or on it. The fact that she had talked to him at all after the infamous underwear incident was enough to put him in a good mood.

Gambit was heading towards the locker rooms to pick up their uniforms. Since the were going to a remote town, the entire team was dressed in street clothes. However, in case things got heated, the Professor had insisted on them bringing their battle suits anyway.

"That's what you said last time." He muttered.

BAMF!

A blue demon appeared out of a puff of blue smoke and the smell of brimstone. He was clutching something to his chest and laughing quietly.

"KURT! GIVE IT BACK MAN!"

The demons pointed ears twitched slightly as he dispersed in another puff of smoke. A young African-American man ran into the room, he looked around wildly for Kurt. Jesse Aaronson was a young mutant who could disrupt any electrical device in the area. This, along with several complicated pranks, hand earned him the name Bedlam. Recently Him and Kurt had started a small prank war, each trying to out do the other, although lately it had just turned into a challenge to see who could steal the most of the others stuff.

Jesse's eyes crackled dimly. "When I find that degenerate fuzz-ball." He snarled.

The fuzz-ball in question was hunched over in his seat on the jet, trying to stifle his laughter. He looked at his prize, a stuffed Llama that had seen better days. Kurt, or Nightcrawler, was one of the mansions less normal looking. Light, indigo colored fur covered him from head to foot. (which incidentally, looked nothing like a humans foot,) This, along with three-fingered hands, bright gold-colored eyes, and a spaded tail gave him a slightly demon-esque look. Although most people would have complained, Kurt took it basically in stride. He was gifted with the rare ability to teleport up to three mile in any given direction, as long as he knew what it looked like. He could also stick to and climb up walls with relative ease. Kurt was Rouges half-brother, a fact that he never let her forget.

Jean Grey looked back at Kurt.

"What did you take this time?" She asked.

Kurt stuck his tonge out at her, "That's for me to know und you to find out." He said, dropping his usual manners in the heat of the prank.

Jean shrugged. "Okay, have it your way." Her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration.

Kurt struggled to keep a hold of his prize, but the stuffed animal jerked and bucked almost like it had a mind of it's own. Finally, with a vicious little twist the Llama floated out of Kurt's grasp and into Jeans. She carefully examined it. Jeans own x-gene had given her the ability to move things with her mind alone, a power that had been dubbed 'Telekineses', and also some rather rusty telepathic skills. Jean preferred to use the former more that the latter. Some of her flame red hair fell into her eyes as she put the toy on her lap. Both Kurt and Jesse had been picked to come on the mission, the Professor had said something about them needing some responsibility and him needing some aspirin. Jean had a feeling it was going to be a long, long ride if they were already fighting.

Bam bam bam!

"C'mon Jean, open up! I know that rat's in the- HEY!" Jesse's angry tirade was suddenly replace by a unhappy squeak.

The jet's door slid open of it's own accord, and a struggling Jesse was levitated through it. Without looking back, Jean dropped the teen into a seat and buckled him in. The Llama flew across to him and plopped down unceremoniously into the seat. Jesse took it off his head.

"Now look." Jean turned around to look both of them in the eyes. "It is going to be a long flight, and if I, Warren, or Scott have to break up anymore fights you are going to find your self outside the jet with nothing but a parachute, do I make my self clear?"

"Your going to drop us out the jet with only two parachutes?" Kurt asked, wide eyed.

"I said Parachute, singular, one, got that?" Jean asked.

"Yes'm." Both of the boys cowered in the back.

"Did you boys see Warren on the way out here?" Scott popped his head in through the doorway, he was making some last minute checks on the engines and weapon systems before the took off.

"Yeah." Jesse said, "Mr. Warren's getting Dead Girl."

"Apparently the Femme has a t'ing fer heights." Gambit said. He had returned from the lockers with two duffel bags, a red one and a blue one, and set them down next to his seat. "She 'ate's 'em." Remy caught sight of the Llama. He blinked. "Why is Jesse 'holding a Llama?" He asked.

"What Llama?" Jesse skirted the thing out of sight.

Gambit sighed. "Never mind. Remy not sure he want ta know." He took a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and but them on.

"How'd I look?" He asked.

"Like Sawer form Lost."

Warren Worthington the third came in dragging a Grey skinned girl. Warren's alter ego as Angel, due to his twin set of white, feather wings attached to his back. Wavy blond hair fell into his eyes as he pryed the girls fingers loose from the door frame.

"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME!" Dead girl sobbed openly as she attempted to entangle her self around the wheels of the jet. "I HATE HEIGHTS! I HATE THEM!"

Gambit reached down and helped Angel to load the sobbing zombie into the blackbird. Dead girl was a mutant who could regenerate her body's molecular structure, a term it took a live demonstration to show the x-men she was dead. She could also communicate with the deceased, something which she seemed to prefer over communicating with Bobby. This would be both her and Jesse's first mission, because Jean had flat out refused to leave unless another female was going to suffer through three hours of testosterone induced gibberish with her. Xavier had almost sent another member, a clone named X23, or as she preferred to be called, Xena, but due to a slight problem with her bedside manner, (she had none.) Dead Girl was volunteered in stead.

Once the reluctant passenger was subdued, (thanks to a hammer, some rubber bands and a shoelace,) Warren and Scott flipped a coin over who got to pilot the Black Bird. Scott won, and Warren had to sit in the back with a bunch of hyper active heroes in training.

"Let's get going." He grunted. "I want to get this over with as soon as possible."

"Don't we all." Scott muttered as the jet took off, leaving a disgruntled Jamie-

Clone behind.

"Heh heh. This is next time." The real Jamie cackled from under the luggage.

Ron grinned as he looked at the concoction before him. A lesser man would have fainted.

"And now for a feat of such mind boggling grossness that we must ask anyone with a weak heart to leave."

Rufus, his pet Naked Mole Rat and best buddy, pretended to faint.

"The Great Ron Stoppable will now eat the two foot Naco."

"Mm nacho." Rufus licked his lips and rubbed his paws together.

"Using only this straw!"

Ron held up the straw. Rufus squealed happily.

"Rufus old buddy, if I don't make it though this, tell my parents I loved them." Ron said seriously.

Rufus nodded somberly as he played along.

Ron grasped the straw, and with a flourish, started to devour the Naco. Rufus squeaked and dove out of the way as chunks of food sailed past.

A few seconds later he had made him self a bunker out of catchup packets and had a tiny cup on his head like a helmet.

Ron continued to hack at the Naco with his bendy straw. Grease covered chunks flew everywhere, splattering the walls of the restaurant. Several customers ducked, or complained, or both. Some went to the manager and asked him to throw Ron out. The Manager just shook his head.

"He's my best customer!" He explained, "I can't!"

Rufus dove aside to dodge another piece of gooey shrapnel.

"Ha! Nya-nya!" He turned to gloat at the piece, only to get hit with another one on the back of the head.

"Hasp!" He said, one paw over is heart, "Goindown!"

He slowly slunk down in his bunker, pretending to die.

"Eew! Ron!"

Ron looked up.

"Oh, hi Monique." he managed to garble though his full mouth.

Monique carefully sat down in the booth opposite to him. She grabbed a napkin and started to wipe herself off.

"Where's Kim?" She asked, "I thought she'd be here with you?"

Ron shrugged, "Dunno." he said, swallowing the food, "She never showed up."

"I wanted to tell her about a discount at Club Banana ." She said, "She was looking at this one shirt and It's been marked down nearly 20."

Ron rolled his eyes. He could never understand just why Kim insisted on clothes shopping at Club Banana when Smarty Mart was so much cheaper. He said so on every occasion.

Rufus poked his head out of the shelter. When food failed to hit him, he jumped out and did a little victory dance.

"Ha ha! Boo-ya!" he said.

Monique rolled her eyes.

"You gonna finish that?" She asked, pointing at the Naco.

Ron looked insulted.

"I'm I going to finish it?" He said, "Of course I'm going to finish it! For I am," He paused dramatically, "The Great Ron Stoppable!"

With that he dug back into it.

Monique ducked and peaked up from the table edge.

"Hey Rufus, you got anymore room in there?"

To Be continued...

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