A/N: Hello everyone. I've been away from my writing for some time now, due to exams and what-not. So, I'm now back and fully focused on my stories. This is something that I've had rattling around my mind for awhile now and I'm extremely excited to share it all with you. I've written for Sherlock but never for X-men. Right, enough chat. Let's get on with the show.

ELLA'S P.O.V.

XAVIER'S SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS: 2015:

Oh, everything has to be mystery, doesn't it? If it wasn't one thing, it was the other. I grew up in Oxford, England. My parents were rich business owners. I had three brothers: Liam, Jenson, Frank. Frank the eldest, me the youngest. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I realised that something wasn't quite right. You see, I'd just begun my third year at High School and things were fantastic. However, in my last lesson of the year; I had the weirdest experience. My best friends thoughts suddenly popped into my mind and soon, I could read everybody's in the room. Honestly, It was magical. Obviously I kept it to myself but one day, everything turned sour. Our house was ransacked one evening. The thief's had taken everything. However, with my new-found powers; I was able to track the culprits. The police amended me on my hard-work, they didn't know the full story but still amended me all the same. My parents were fuming. Accusing me of stealing also and in the heat of the moment; stupid, 16 year old me showed them what I was capable of. They had no words. None of them did. Then, it was then when I was told the awful truth. Both mother and father sat me down, looking me dead in the eye. I wasn't expecting what was to come next. My father, the man I had looked up to for 16 years stated loud and clearly: 'You're adopted'. Of course it all made sense, I mean, wouldn't it? I'm a mutant, they're not. I stayed with them until I was old enough to move out and when my eighteenth birthday rolled around; I kissed my 'parents' goodbye and set off in search of the truth. So, that's how I ended up here. At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. With all the answers giving me many more questions. I bring you back to the present, where this dramatic story begins its newest chapter... Everything may seem confusing, I know. You see, I'm an extremely confusing person. But I assure, everything will make sense soon. I promise...

"You wanted to see me Professor?" I asked calmly. The day had started out alright. Lunch with Jean, followed by a training session with Logan. However, halfway through our session, Hank had arrived with a message. So, I left the gym and headed on over to The Professor's office. It was a grand room. Filled with such a knowledge that was righteous in it's own right. When I entered, he had been sat reading. What? I could not see but whatever it was, it must have been important. The Professor looked me in the eye and gave me a small smile.

"Ah. Ella, I'm sorry to have interrupted your session. However, it was vital that I talked to you today." Perching myself on the edge of the chair opposite the oak desk, I returned the small smile.

"No need to worry. We had almost finished for the day anyway." The Professor nodded and placed the object from before onto the desk. Raising a curious eyebrow, I locked eyes with the older man in wonderment."Ella, how much do you know about your parents?" He asked slowly.

"Nothing. I know that I was adopted, that's about it. Why?" I replied carefully. "Do you know something Professor? If you do, then please, tell me." Asking again, this time a little more franticly. The Professor sighed and reached out his hand, co-operating I grasped onto it.

"I think that the time has come for you to know." Nothing was making sense. I'm a mind-reader, yes. But there was no way that this was making sense. It was almost as if the Professor's mind was locked down, never to be seen. We'd always had a bond, The Professor and I. That's what made our relationship special I guess. I was almost about to reply, when the Professor spoke once more. "Ella, I am about to give you a dangerous task. Something which has only ever been completed once before. Are you capable of completing such a task?" Nodding along, I gave a reassuring smile.

"Of course Professor. But, if I may ask, what does this have to do with my parents?" He only chuckled, leaning back a little in his wheelchair.

"You will learn in time, my dear. Now, you must listen to me and my exact words. Do you understand?"

"Yes Professor. What is it that you want me to do?" I asked cautiously.

"First go to Kitty. She has her instructions already. Second, when you arrive be aware that you can be seen. It isn't like the movies anymore-" Raising my hand, the Professor stopped his speech and nodded for me to go.

"Arrive, sir? Where am I going?" A large smile graced his lips.

"Now that's the interesting part. You've always wanted to meet your parents, yes? I'm giving you that chance. It will do no good explaining verbally what happened. Everything would be better if I showed you." He paused, then continued. "Whilst there, don't get involved with history. Changing the past can be dangerous. For you and for those you love. As much as it pains me to say this, do not change what has happened." The Professor's expression had changed. The excited child had escaped and the soulful teenager had set up camp. However, he soon broke from the trance and turned his head back to me. Reaching inside his pocket, the Professor pulled out a picture. He handed it over to me. The woman on the picture was beautiful. Long blond hair and blue eyes, she looked around 25 or 26.

"Sir? Who's this? And don't change the past. Got it. So, shall I go to Kitty now?" I asked. He nodded.

"That is your mother, Ella. Her name is Alice Marie Carter." Quickly he paused for a second. "Oh and yes, go now. She's down by Hank's labs. Good luck my dear. I hope you find the answers that you're looking for." We exchanged a smile and I quickly exited from the room. Nothing was making sense. There wasn't as many students out and about around the corridors. Lessons must have finished by now. Maybe this was it? Maybe I was finally going to find the answers I was searching for? Finally reaching Hank's lab, I gave the door a slight knock before entering. Entering the room, I was greeted by Kitty. She was sat by a cold looking metal table. Huh-Inviting.

"Hi El." She greeted chirpily. I gave her a nervous smile and moved closer to the table.

"Hi. So, has the Professor told you?" Kitty nodded and patted the table. Politely, I followed her orders and started to relax.

"Sure has. Look, when you arrive I'm not sure what the date will be. I've just been given a certain event, unfortunately I cannot give you the exact date. Now, rules. You can be seen but try not to speak, ok? Also, you're going to have to bring yourself back when you've seen. Is that clear?" She asked firmly. I nodded and gave her a fake salute.

"Yes ma'am." This caused a giggle to escape the both of us. Kitty placed to palms at either side of my head. This was it.

"Ok Ella? I want you to clear your mind. There has to be nothing, you hear me?" I did as instructed and closed me eyes. " Alright. Here goes nothing. I'm sorry, this may hurt." I laughed incredulously.

"Oh please. It can't be that ba-" A sudden jolt raced through my body, causing me to scream out-loud. The pain was intense, too intense. Everything was clouding up. Darkness was soon drawing closer. Soon enough, I lost all the sense that I currently owned.

WINCHESTER: 1975: ELLA'S P.O.V:

As I awoke, the sound of tree's bustling could be heard. Birds chirped merrily in the bushes beside me. Rubbing my eyes, I stared at my surroundings. Kitty had one it. She'd bloody done it. I wasn't in 2015 anymore. Somehow, I felt like Dorothy for the Wizard of Oz. Being lifted by a tornado and shipped off to another distant land. My surrounds certainly looked familiar though. In front of me stood the school, looking grander than it ever did. What was I supposed to do now? Why had Kitty sent me here? My school of all places? Is this where my mother was to be found? There where so many questions that I wanted answered. Yet there was such little time. Kitty would be hurt, physically and mentally if I did not hurry with my task. Obviously lost in my thoughts, it never occurred to me that someone was stood just a few centimetres behind me. Turning, I quickly stood to face the figure. My mouth almost hit the floor in pure shock. Holding up the picture the Professor had kindly given me, I almost felt tears form in my eyes. She was even more beautiful in reality.

"Are you alright? I saw you lying here on the way in. I-I didn't know whether or not to call for help. I'm Alice, Alice Marie Carter." Not quite believing what I was seeing I gave her a small, yet confused smile.

"Yes. I-I'm fine. Everything's just a little blurred." Alice came even closer and placed a hand on my arm.

"I'm just on my way up to the school. It's my first day you see. I'm the school's new English teacher. C'mon, we Brits must stick together. I'll see if the headmaster can help you out, alright?" Not saying a word, I allowed the woman to pull me gently up to the school. What was going on? Was this my mother? And if so, what happens now? Suddenly, a sharp pain sprung through my body and I violently fell back onto the grass. Screaming out, I was soon engulfed by the darkness. What was happening to me? A voice in my mind told me to calm but I couldn't hear. No, I couldn't hear a sound. The last thing I remember was a mans voice. British also. But, I could've sworn that I'd heard it before. God. Why did everything have to be so familiar? Stupid family.

A/N: So? What did you all think? Love to know what you thought about this and what might happen next? Who's voice is that? Why did Charles have the picture? Until next time...