Author's Note: What do you get when you combine X-Men: Evolution with the movie "Clue," a 1980s comedic murder mystery based on the classic board game? My attempt at writing this fic. Hopefully, it won't turn out to be a complete dud.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, nor do I own "Clue," which is most likely where the majority of the dialogue in this fic is going to come from. Everything belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter One: Meeting the Guests

Dark storm clouds covered the evening sky as someone drove towards a large, elegant mansion. After the car reached the driveway, the car door opened and a bespectacled, salt-and-pepper-haired man dressed in a fine suit and carrying a bag stepped out.

As the man walked up to the front door, he caught sight of two reddish brown, barking guard dogs. He reached into the bag, pulled out a couple of beef bones, and tossed them to the dogs. They quieted down and trotted away to gnaw on their bones.

The man cinched the dogs' chains so they wouldn't be able to reach the door. He was about to enter the mansion when he suddenly smelled something funky. The man checked the bottom of his shoes to find that the dogs had left him a "present."

"Well, isn't that nice?" the man muttered sarcastically, shooting a glare at the dogs, who didn't appear to be bothered.

The man opened the front door to the sound of music. He headed down the hall in the direction of the library, where the music was coming from.

In the library, a blonde, curvy young maid was dancing while polishing a glass. When the man walked in, he turned off the stereo, stopping the music.

"Tabitha, is everything ready?" the man asked.

"Yes, Mr. McCoy," the blonde replied in a strong British accent.

"You have your...instructions?"

Tabitha nodded; as McCoy left the library, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air.

The next room McCoy went into was the kitchen, where an Asian woman with long black hair was sharpening a knife.

"Everything in order, Ms. Lee?" McCoy questioned.

Ms. Lee turned around, knife in hand. "Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes," she said.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and McCoy went off to answer it.

A brown-haired man with red sunglasses covering his eyes stood on the front porch. He flinched as the dogs growled at him.

The door opened, revealing McCoy.

"Good evening," he greeted.

"Good evening," the other man answered. "I don't know if—"

"Yes, you are expected, Cyclops," McCoy interrupted, leading him into the hall. "May I take your coat? You are Cyclops, right?"

The brown-haired man frowned as he gave McCoy his coat. "No, that's not my name. My name is Sc—"

McCoy cut him off again. "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to go by an alias tonight."

Cyclops shook his head, then suddenly sniffed the air as McCoy hung his coat.

"So who are you supposed to be?" Cyclops asked McCoy as they started across the hall.

"I'm Hank McCoy, the butler."

When they reached the library, Tabitha was still there, pouring a bottle of champagne into several wineglasses.

"Tabitha, won't you attend to Cyclops and gives him anything he needs?" McCoy paused. "Within reason, of course."

As McCoy left, Cyclops began to speak. "Hey, Mr. McCoy, I was..."

His voice trailed off as he realized that McCoy had left the room; Cyclops distantly heard the doorbell ring.

A pale woman with an unusual white streak in her short, dark red hair and all dressed in black stood at the front door.

"You are expected, ma'am," McCoy said after he opened the door.

"Do you know who I am?" the woman asked as she followed McCoy into the hall.

"Only that you're supposed to be referred to as Rogue," McCoy replied.

"Yeah, it said that in the letter," Rogue said, "but why?"

McCoy did not answer her question as he removed her coat. A few minutes later, they had entered the library, where Cyclops was sipping his drink and sneaking glances at Tabitha.

"Rogue, this is Tabitha, the maid," McCoy said, gesturing towards the blonde.

Tabitha and Rogue looked at each other coolly.

"I see you two know each other," McCoy commented.

Rogue turned to look at Cyclops. "Hello," she greeted.

"Hello," he responded.

"Oh, great," a petite, brunette woman grumbled as she stood in the street by her broken-down car.

She glanced up at the sky as thunder rumbled in the distance. "And it looks like it's going to rain."

A few seconds later, the woman saw headlights a short way away. As the car got nearer, she waved her hand in the air. The car screeched to a halt just past her and backed up a little.

A window rolled down, and the woman went to the car and peered inside. The driver was a man with dark blue hair that reached his chin. He grinned at the woman.

"Need a lift?" he asked.

The woman smiled and got into the passenger's seat.

"Thanks," she said.

"So what's a woman like you doing out on a street like that?" the man asked after a slight pause.

The woman scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, very cute." The man chuckled. "Seriously, where are you headed?"

"To a dinner party," the woman answered, pulling out a sheet of paper from her purse, "at...the X-Mansion."

"Hold on, let me look at that." The man took the paper from the woman and skimmed it quickly. "That's where I'm going. I got a letter like this, too."

The two stared at each other, looking a little freaked out.

Rain started to fall.

"And this is Phoenix." McCoy introduced a redheaded woman to Cyclops and Rogue.

As the two greeted the newcomer, McCoy turned to Tabitha.

"Tabitha, will you go check that dinner will be ready as soon as everyone has arrived?" he asked. The maid nodded and left the library.

The doorbell rang.

By now, it was raining quite hard. A dark-skinned man with light blond hair was standing on the front porch, the dogs growling. McCoy opened the door.

"Is this the right place to meet Professor Xavier?" the man asked.

"You must be Spyke," McCoy said, ignoring the question.

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Sit!" McCoy suddenly commanded the dogs.

Spyke quickly sat down on the bench by the door.

"Not you, sir; the dogs," McCoy told him.

Sheepish, Spyke got up and followed McCoy into the mansion. When they got to the library, lightning flashed and a clap of thunder was heard, causing Spyke to gulp nervously.

The indigo-haired man and the brunette woman exited the man's car after they reached the driveway of the mansion and hurried to the front door. The man attempted to shield the woman from the pouring rain.

"Creepy place," he remarked, putting an arm around her waist. She quickly shook him off of her and rang the doorbell.

A couple of minutes later, McCoy opened the door.

"Nightcrawler, and Shadowcat." McCoy acknowledged the man and the woman with a nod. "I didn't know you were acquainted."

Shadowcat exchanged a glance with Nightcrawler, but neither of them said anything as they entered the mansion.

Soon, the three of them were in the library with everyone else.

"May I introduce Shadowcat and Nightcrawler," McCoy announced.

Cyclops, Rogue, Phoenix, and Spyke all nodded to the two newcomers. Tabitha gave them wineglasses, and Nightcrawler clinked his glass with Shadowcat's.

"Of course," McCoy continued, "seeing as you've all been addressed by a pseudonym, you'll surely realize that no one is being referred to by their real name."

The guests exchanged glances, as if to say, "Thank you, Captain Obvious." But before anyone could say anything, a gong was sounded once, then twice.

Spyke jumped at the sound and accidentally spilled his drink on Phoenix.

"Hey!" she exclaimed as Spyke handed her his glass and started to mop her up.

"Sorry," he said apologetically, "I'm a little accident-prone."

McCoy didn't seem to notice as he said, "Sounds like dinner is ready."