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New Alliances: Chapter 5
An X-Men Evolution Fanfic “No, not again,” Roberto groaned as Bobby turned up the volume.
“Hey,” Bobby said, raising his hands innocently, “You got to pick the music on the way to school, I get to pick it now.” Roberto grumbled something in Portuguese that probably wasn’t polite.
Sam stared out the window, trying to tune them out. Their first day back to school had been exhausting, and he was ready to get back to the mansion and go to bed.
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New Alliances: Chapter 4
An X-Men Evolution Fanfic Scott was flipping through news channels, searching for any sign of his friends when the phone rang. Jean dropped the newspaper she was reading and looked up at him.
“Should we answer it?” He asked.
She glanced at it nervously. “I don’t know.”
He wished Mrs. Masters was home, but she had left an hour ago to pick up some things she thought they would need, and with Alex and Mr.
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New Alliances: Chapter 3
An X-Men Evolution Fanfic Rogue thought showers were probably human kind’s greatest invention. Even better was the fact that there were three in the women’s bathroom the Fury guy had shown them, so she and Tabby could take one at the same time.
She was fairly certain the horrible green stuff that had trapped her had been washed off several minutes ago, but the hot water felt so good, she decided to stay in a while longer.
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New Alliances: Chapter 2
An X-Men Evolution Fanfic After several hours of sleep on the plane and a couple packs of peanuts for supper, Scott was feeling significantly better . . . except for one thing.
“What if they say no? What do we do then?”
Jean sighed. “I don’t know.”
Their plane pulled up to the gate and the seatbelt sign went off. Several dozen seatbelts clicked open at once. Scott and Jean stood up and waited in line to exit the plane, then followed the crowd out of the airport.
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New Alliances: Chapter 1
An X-Men Evolution Fanfic Ororo couldn’t turn off the tv. She could no longer see any of her students, but she sat frozen, listening to the reporters go on and on about “dangerous individuals” and “military investigations”.
Children, she wanted to shout. They were children.
The news story had been running for three hours now, and none of them had returned. Her only solace was that the reporters had no idea where they were either, which she hoped meant they had all escaped.