Hello folks! So this is my first Xmen FF and I hope you enjoy it!

I only own my OC Annie von Sperling who's powers will be soon specified.

New York City, USA

1957

Sebastian Hiram Shaw had been to funerals.

38 to be exact.

In any normal circumstance many would have grieved and pitied Sebastian for attending another funeral, however, this funeral was of no importance to him. No, ever since his sixth funeral he had lost some part of his humanity, seeing funerals as nothing but pointless celebrations of weeping over the dead.

The service had been the usual boring mourning and grievance, black umbrellas clustering around the grave site to shield from the heavy downpour as the Preacher spoke with empty words as they lowered the black coffin down into the ground.

But that had been an hour ago.

He now stood in front of the grave site, standing a few feet behind the feminine figure who frigidly stood in front of the tombstone without an umbrella to shield her from the harsh weather.

Her usual golden ringlets were the most unattractive shade of golden brown, plastered onto the back of her black dress which hung down on thin frame with the weight of the rain and sadness.

"It was raining on the day he died."

Her voice was hoarse. Cracked. Broken. Whether it be from physical exertion or emotional he didn't need to know nor did he care. It was all for the best.

"I did what had to be done."

"Of course you did," she muttered bitterly. "You just had to do what had to be done."

She tore her eyes off the gravestone, her steely turquoise eyes piercing deeply into his almost non-existent soul.

"But did you ever consider what I wanted? What I needed and deserved? He was my happiness!"

"He was a human."

"He was my last chance," she cried, shattering her cold exterior. "He was my last chance of doing something right for once in my goddamn life. My last chance of loving... Chance of ever feeling anything ever again. Did you ever THINK about that?"

"I loved him," she sobbed helplessly into her hands. "I loved him so, so, so much and now he's gone!"

"Tonia," Sebastian sighed wearily. "Every lover you've had, you've said the same things but you always moved on. You swore to yourself you'd never love after Sergeant Barnes yet you somehow managed to love a mere dancer. You'll forget about this in a few months. I know you will."

"No," she sniffled, weakly wiping away her tears. "No. Y-y-you d-d-don't understand. This is different. Jerry... He just... Made me feel so young. You know? He didn't spoil me, worship me, abuse me, or treat me like a doll... He actually let me be who I wanted to be. Me. Lucy Margaret van Dyne. The kind of person I would've grown up to be if I grew up in this time; if I just pretended hard enough that I died and I wasn't me but a new person. A normal girl who wasn't a monster."

Sebastian could only watch with apathetic eyes as she watched her crumpled down onto the ground.

"What even are you doing here?" she asked in a quiet tired voice.

Sebastian couldn't help but smile at her question.

"I've got a mission for you," he said. "A task which only you can fulfill."

Tonia scoffed. "Why not just give it to your ice bitch? She'll do anything to impress you."

"Ah but that's the thing," he responded with a chuckle. "Unlike Emma every task you complete isn't done out of attention but rather will."

He crouched down on her level, not caring about his expensive Italian leather shoes which were sinking deeper into the sludgy muddy puddles. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and smirked as he felt her relax under his touch. It was good know that after all these years she was still under his control no matter how hard she tried to fight away from him.

"I know you're hurting," he whispered into her ear softly. "But Tonia, Lucy, Ana you need to pull yourself together. You need to march on and live your life not waste it away!"

Tonia leaned back out of exhaustion, Sebastian only catching her in a manner of seconds. As he held her in one arm he looked into her eyes.

Beautiful. Just like they always were. Wide, turquoise eyes, framed with thick lashes. But not as beautiful as they normally were. They were blank, as if her spirit and spark had been extinguished because of that damn human's death.

"What if I gave you a reason to live for?" he offered in a patient tone. He stroked a piece of her hair away from her doll like face and cupped her cheek gently, staring into her turquoise eyes. "Maybe say information on someone special in your life... maybe say your child?"

She froze.

He knew he had won her over.

Her eyes bore deep into his with a slight frown, opening and shutting her mouth a few times until she had her words properly formed.

"My... son?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Tonia, I have a teleporter, a telepath, and all the money in the world of course I'll be able to locate your long lost baby. All you need to do is say yes to the task and I will find your child for you. No what do you say?"

Tonia looked away, chewing her bottom lip in contemplation of his words. It was until a few seconds later she looked back at him in the eyes and gave a small nod.

"I-I-I'll do it. I'll do it for my boy."

"Excellent."

"What do I have to do?"

"Simple. Ever remember of a boy named Erik Lensherr?"

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