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DISCLAIMER: I do not own XMFC. But I do sort of own Bridget, Ruby, and Isabel. Sort of.

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"Bridget! Where are you?" Lucille Wright yelled from the stairs of her large home.

"Give me a minute mother, I'm almost ready!" She lied. Her mother thought nothing of it and walked away. Bridget was as physically ready as ever, wearing a light blue dress with her hair curled. But mentally, she was a wreck. She had to pull herself together, if she didn't it would mean she would disappoint her mother. And that would result in the worst punishment she could think of. She needed to calm herself down before she had another panic attack. So she used the only thing that could calm her:

Water.

She took a deep breath and slowly moved her fingers, watching as the water from the vase on her nightstand slowly rose in to the air. She moved her fingers again as the water danced a just below her ceiling. Her grey eyes lit up at the beauty of the bubble of water soaring through the air.

"Bridget!"

The water splashed around the room as she inadvertently let go.

"Coming mother!" She grabbed her purse and raced down the stairs.

"We're going to be late!" Lucille scolded. "Did you have another'Panic Attack'" She said the last two words in a sarcastic tone.

"Mother, panic attacks are serious things."

"If you say so, sweetheart." She sing-songed.

"Let's go." Bridget muttered through clenched teeth.

"Do you not want to go? Because this is very important to me-"

"I know!"

"Don't use that tone with me, young lady!" Lucille snarled. "Our family has been part of this town's country club for generations and you better make a good impression."

"Yes mother." Bridget reluctantly replied.

"Good." They left the large house and got in their car.

The ride was silent and hostile. Bridget stared out the window the whole way and noticed something very helpful. There was a lake inside the grounds of the club and they were stopped right next to it. She was already extremely nervous and this was her saving grace. She took a deep breath and twirled her fingers. A rush of relief washed over her.

"Oh my god!" her mother exclaimed.

She quickly stiffened her hand. "What?"

"The lake was moving!" Lucille gaped.

"I don't see anything." Bridget nervously chuckled.

"But I swear it was moving!"

"Mother, you must be seeing things. Let's just park and do this."

"You're right, the club is more important than a silly old lake." Lucille parked the car and they both got out. Bridget smoothed her dress and walked toward the door.

"You ready?"

"Yes." Bridget swallowed and reached out to open the door, but hesitated. She started to hyperventilate, scenarios filling her head of disappointing her mother in various ways.

"I can't." She said between gasps of air, and then ran toward the lake.

"Bridget Marianne Wright, you get back here right now!" She heard her mother yell behind her, but she didn't look back. She just kept running, tears forming in her eyes. She ran as far as she could until she got to the lake. She collapsed, hyperventilating and sobbing. She slowly took a deep breath, tears rolling down her cheeks. She moved her fingers and watched as the water moved with them. She smiled feeling serene for a moment, until a hand was put on her shoulder. She jumped and instantly let go of her hold on the water.

"Hello miss, my name is Charles Xavier." She turned around to see a man kneeling down next to her. "And this is my friend, Erik Lehnsherr." He gestured to a man behind him. "Bridget, is it?"

"Uh, yes." She sniffled.

"Is she ok?" Erik whispered to Charles.

"I-I'm f-fine." She stuttered.

"It's okay, you're among friends." Charles squeezed her arm. "Can you show us?" He looked at the water.

"Fine." She gave a weak smile. "But, only because you're cute." A blush spread across her face.

He reached out and tucked piece of her blond hair behind her ear. "You should see my view."

She smiled, and while still looking right at him, she moved her fingers. Trails of the water behind her slowly moved upwards. His eyes widened as he watched the lake.

"Magnificent." He smiled. "Would you like to join our organization of mutants?"

"Mutants?"

"People like you." He paused and put two fingers to his forehead. People like us.

"Wow." She giggled. "How many more of us are there?"

"Well, my friend Erik here is one." Charles looked back at Erik, who in return, moved a large metal pole out of the ground without moving his hands. "And there are thousands more."

"Thousands?"

Charles nodded. "Would you like to join us?"

"Yes." She said without hesitation.

"Would you like to say goodbye to anyone?" Erik asked.

"No."

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