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A/N: Stargate/X-Men crossover, mainly because I have been watching far too many Stargate repeats. Please let me know what you think? Reviews are gold dust and duly appreciated.

01

The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester, New York

Samantha Hawley, a.k.a. Shockwave, strolled nonchalantly into Professor Xavier's sunlit office. She sat down on a vacant chair and bestowed a remarkably pleasant smile on the room's other occupants. Professor Xavier risked a sideways glance at Shockwave's personal tutor, Scott Summers. Cyclops was pensive, his lips pursed and his arms folded defensively across his chest. Shockwave had asked for this meeting with the two teachers. She wanted something, but not even the world's most powerful telepath could guess what it was.

Seemingly oblivious to the Professor's intrigue and Cyclops' insecurities, Sam crossed her legs, tugging absently on a strand of hair from her fringe. It was a habit she'd developed since she had chopped off her long, bleached locks in favour of a hair cut that was her natural brunette, short, choppy and probably eminently stylish. Her eyes were witch-hazel, her nosy dainty and paid for, her forehead proud and her chin entirely stubborn.

Shockwave had been a student at the Xavier School for several years now, since her mutant powers had appeared. Samantha had finger bones that could vibrate at almost supersonic speeds, causing anything she touched to shatter. Enigmatic and popular, the US senator's daughter was due to graduate the school anytime. Xavier knew Scott was worried that she'd ask to stay on and join the X-Men. The Professor was more concerned that she would not.

"I want to join the Air Force," announced Sam with aplomb. The Professor closed his eyes and said nothing, gravely concerned. Scott was not so tongue-tied, "What?" Cyclops gasped, unfolding his arms and leaning forward in his chair, "Why?"

"My dad was Air Force, once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away. If I want to follow him into politics, a stint in the forces is practically essential."

"Sammy, you're a known mutant, you can't…" Shockwave glared at Cyclops, cutting him off. "Why can't I?" she argued doggedly. "Someone has got to go first. Someone was the first black recruit, and someone was the first woman. If I become the first known mutant in the Air Force, so what? It might encourage others to come forward and join up."

"It's a noble thought, Samantha," placated the Professor as he calmly cut in before the argument could escalate. "It's also not that straightforward. You have to be aware that as a mutant you would be entering a potential minefield. Once enlisted, you will have skills and connections that could be unscrupulously used to harm mutants, whatever your intentions. The next William Stryker or General Kincaid is no doubt even now waiting in the wings for such an opportunity."

"No offence Professor," replied Shockwave flatly, "but you're starting to sound as suspicious as Magneto. You've taught us to be the first to reach out for peace and trust, to hope for a better tomorrow for mutants and humans alike. If the next generation of Air Force officers attend the academy alongside a mutant, then maybe they won't follow creeps like Kincaid or Stryker so blindly."

Xavier smiled at that, so keen was the young woman in front of him. "It appears I have been flummoxed by my own arguments," he conceded. Scott shook his head slightly, not entirely approving of the way this conversation was going.

"Please Professor;" entreated Sam, "I just need a reference. I swear I can handle the rest."

"Very well," the Professor reluctantly agreed. "If your father is in agreement, and you are sure that this is what you want to do with your life, we will support you." Sam was nodding frantically in an action that made her short fringe bob up and down excitedly. Xavier held up a hand placating and met Sam's witch-hazel eyes with his own sincere blue ones. "Samantha I want you to promise me that if you have any concerns at all once you arrive at the Air Force Academy, you will contact the X-Men immediately."

"I know, I know," Samantha waved her hand in the air dismissively, quoting, "once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia." Cyclops' stern mouth curled into a small smile at that, whilst Xavier positively chuckled. The angst seemed to immediately dissipate in the room. At a nod from the Professor, the meeting was adjourned and Scott and Sam stood to leave. "Hey Cyke?"

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry Cyclops. Now that's all decided, can I have a go at piloting the X-Jet? Y'know, get some practice in?"

"Not if you were the last eager potential Air Force cadet on the planet," Cyclops replied with a grimace that was almost a smile.

"Aww," moaned Shockwave as Cyclops left the room before she could argue her case. Sam glanced back over her shoulder to see that the Professor's eyes were sparkling with silent laughter. In her mind so that Cyclops couldn't hear him, the Professor told her, #Ask my daughter if she will take you up in the jet. I'm sure Ilehana will be more forthcoming than Cyclops. You do make him quite nervous you know Samantha.#

#What can I say, its too easy.# Sam replied. #Thanks Professor, for everything.#

#You're welcome Samatha, you are welcome.#