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  • D' Nelle
    HI all, here is my first fic to the list. Feedback is VERY welcome, Let me know what you all think... TITLE: Memory’s Truth AUTHOR: DNelle (
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 1, 2000
      HI all, here is my first fic to the list. Feedback
      is VERY welcome, Let me know what you all think...

      TITLE: Memory�s Truth

      AUTHOR: DNelle ( Mystery_Jedi@...)

      RATING: R

      STYLE: Crossover

      SERIES: X-Men/ Star Wars (Reference only)/ Star Trek

      WARNING: Some scenes are violent and graphic

      SUMMARY: When Professor Charles Xavier hears a
      telepathic call using cerebro, he is surprised to find
      the source from space itself. After continuing
      communication from the being - a young girl named
      DNelle, he agrees to let her visit with them. She
      becomes friends with them, but when she meets
      Wolverine she feels a strange feeling of familiarity,
      with no direct memory of ever meeting him. The
      feeling deepens the more she gets to know him, and she
      becomes more and more convinced she once knew him,
      but can�t remember how. But someone has been watching
      her, secretly following her and waiting with an evil
      plan, someone who knows her dark secret she has been
      hiding from them all. A dark secret that could lead
      to an ultimate disaster. And the only way to stop
      the dark stranger lies in the mysterious link with
      Wolverine and a past he himself had never even

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      PROLOGUE - Many years ago

      The woman woke with a jerk at the sound of the door.
      The disorientation quickly passed as her surroundings
      quickly came into focus. With a groan, her head
      dropped back down onto the couch arm with a thud. She
      turned her head as her youngest daughter padded across
      the room and darted under the coffee table, a toy in
      her hand.

      �Honey, get the door for mommy.� She called, sleep
      trying to take ahold of her once more.

      The girl giggled, not responding.

      �Will you get the...� She started, but the bell rang
      again more insistently, then several more times. She
      moaned, blinking for a sec, then scowled at the
      continued consistency. �Coming.� She grumbled.

      The woman�s breath suddenly caught in her chest upon
      opening the door, and for a moment her eyes seemed to
      soften, filling with familiar memories of the past.
      Then he started towards her and the feeling faded
      immediately. She stumbled backwards, missing a step,
      until she found herself backed against the wall. Her
      body started to go numb and her muscles suddenly felt
      as soft as butter until her knees buckled and she lie
      on the floor, unable to move.

      The girl peered through the black lace cloth that
      covered the small table. Unable to see who was at the
      door, she frowned as she watched her mommy fall
      backwards onto the carpet.

      �What are you doing here?� She managed to ask aloud.
      He was silent for a moment then moved closer towards
      her. Then she saw them. She saw them in his hand and
      tried to shake her head in denial. The forbidden
      crystals, he had the forbidden crystals. All but one
      was missing. �Please,� she whispered, �don�t, you�ll
      kill too many people.�

      �You have seen too much.� Was his only cryptic
      response. Then she saw him move towards her, faster
      than she had seen anything ever move.

      The woman would have screamed if she could, but her
      voice had suddenly betrayed her, in fact she couldn�t
      even whisper as he pulled out a long thin razor from
      his pocket; watching her carefully. She preyed her
      daughter would stay hidden.

      The woman shut her eyes so tight she could almost
      feel them explode inside her head. Then her jaw set
      and her chest felt as if it would burst into flames as
      the realization and injustice of the situation
      suddenly hit her, filling her entire being. She hated
      him more than she had ever hated anyone in her life.

      The girl wanted to run to her mommy, but something
      inside her wouldn�t let her.
      Her emotions betrayed her, and she hugged her knees to
      her chest. For a moment there was silence. The next
      sound shot through the room, piercing the girls ears
      as well as her heart. Hot tears rolled down her
      cheeks, her small hands unable to block out the
      bloodcurdling screaming, even though they covered both
      ears until small fingernail marks dug into her ears.
      She rocked back and forth, unable to move, unable to
      help. Then the man stood up, dropping something on the
      floor. Something that belonged to her mommy. She
      squinted, unable to make out what it was at first.
      Then she recognized it, and it was enough to send the
      girl into shock. She stopped rocking, stopped crying,
      her eyes blank. The man had dropped her mommy�s eyes.
      She never noticed the man walk out. Never noticed
      him leave with her limp body.


      Part 1- Present Day

      Professor Xavier glanced up from his desk at the
      small knock on his office door. Scott smiled upon
      entering, shutting the door softly so not to wake any
      of the students.

      �Yes Scott, sorry to bother you so late. I have an
      important matter I wanted to discuss with you.
      It�s...� Suddenly the Professor�s smile faded, as his
      brows furrowed together in concentration. He tilted
      his head slightly, as if listening.

      �Professor?� Scott Summers asked, �what is it?�

      *Hello?* The call came faintly at first, slowly
      getting louder.

      �I�m picking up a telepathic call, I�m not sure from
      who or where.� The Professor explained, his own voice
      surprising him.

      �Someone here?� Scott suggested.

      *Hello, is anyone there?* The voice came again.

      *I�m here* The Professor answered back. *Who...*

      But his question was quickly cut off, interrupted by
      whoever it was sending to him.

      *Uh.. hi, I need... I mean I�d like to come visit you
      if that is OK with you.*

      He slowed his breathing slightly, calming himself to
      pick up on any information possible. It was obviously
      a young female, the location....

      Scott frowned suddenly noticing the professor�s eyes
      suddenly go wide. "Professor? Where is the call
      coming from?�


      Both silently looked at one another for a moment
      until the call once more became
      louder, more insistent.

      *I would really, really, REALLY like an answer from
      you. NOW is good* The girl thought forcefully.

      �Whoever or whatever it is, is quite desperate for
      permission to come here right away.�

      �Any idea if it could be hostile or not?� Scott
      asked, the thought of the safety of the students
      quickly coming to mind.

      �Not hostile, but extremely anxious.� Professor X

      �Why do you think this being is so desperate to come
      here right away?�

      Suddenly the entire mansion rocked with an explosion,
      wheeling the professor back against a wall. Scott
      lost his balance, catching himself against the desk.

      �Because the girl just crashed in our backyard.� He
      told Scott.

      Scott was up and out the door as soon as he caught
      his footing. The Professor sent to Jean, instructing
      her to meet Scott in the back yard of the Mansion.

      The shock awoke everyone in the Mansion, each of the
      students assembling in the hall, whispering to each
      other. Was it a bomb? What had happened? What made
      the entire mansion rock like that?

      �It�s all right everyone, go back to your rooms.�
      Scott shouted, running past them and out the door.

      The Professor concentrated, sensing the girl�s fear
      and hesitation. *Do you have a name?* The Professor
      asked, trying to ease her fear.

      *DNelle* A soft reply came.

      *Come out, don�t be shy* He coaxed.

      Scott was the first to arrive, followed by Jean Grey
      and Storm. A small, silver, round sphere; big enough
      to hold one person lay slightly crumpled in the yard.
      Storm turned on all the lights, illuminating the craft
      easily. Surprisingly, it was still in one piece.

      Scott looked to Jean, but she only shook her head.
      He stepped forward, slowly and cautiously. Then, the
      top of the sphere was blown off, as someone began to

      TO BE CONTINUED.....

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