Katie Pierce befriended Charles Xavier in the hospital. First Class spoilers.

I sat in the hospital waiting room, looking for my brother. He was supposed to meet me here, since his car had broken down and he required me to drive him home. With a sigh, I sank my head into my hands. What was taking him so long?

"Katie, come with me," my brother's voice came from above me. I looked up to see him standing there, a strange look on his face. "We need to talk."

I stood up and followed him into his office. "What's going on, Darien?" I asked quietly. "What's happened?"

"We've been exposed." For a moment, all I could do was stare at him. "Not us, exactly," he clarified. "Just mutants. The world knows we exist now."

Darien and I aren't sure what causes people to be born mutants, or people with special abilities. But they exist, and my brother and I are proof. Darien can see no matter how dark it is. As for me, I can sense the thoughts and memories of the people around me, but only if I touch them. We knew others that were mutants, and we all preferred to keep our powers a secret. But it looked like someone out there didn't.

"Who exposed us?" I asked him, leaning a bit forward.

"A man named Charles Xavier's been working with the CIA, trying to stop another man named Sebastian Shaw from starting a nuclear war. I can't tell you any details," he added, seeing my questioning look. "That's all I know myself."

"How on Earth do you know that much?" I asked him.

"Charles Xavier was admitted into the hospital three days ago, after an incident at a beach somewhere. I heard it from one of the other doctors. I would go up there and talk to him myself, but I'm a child specialist. It would be strange for me to be seen talking to him." He touched my hand, sending his thoughts to me. But you can. I gave a slight nod, telling him I would. Thank you. He sent me a memory of walking up to the room, and I stood up. Be careful.

As I made my way through the hospital, my thoughts were whirling. What was going to happen now, now that mutants have been exposed to the world? I knew people would be afraid of us, but would they try to kill us? I was young during the second world war, but I remembered vaguely the newscasts from it, and I had seen memories from my parents, and it horrified me. What if they decided to 'exterminate' the mutants, like they tried with the Jews?

When I reached the room, I hesitated for a moment, before knocking. A quiet voice told me to enter, and I did so. The man on the bed, who must have been Charles Xavier, wasn't the only person in the room. Two men sat in chairs facing each other, talking quietly about something. Another stood by the window, looking out. He turned to face me when I came in, and I stared in shock. He was obviously a mutant; blue fur covered his body. He chuckled when he saw my surprise.

"Don't worry," he said in a low voice. "I'm not used to me either." I continued to stare, not being able to help it. "Name's Hank, Hank McCoy. This is Sean Cassidy and Alex Summers. And Charles Xavier."

"She knows that," Charles said. "I'm the one she came to see." I tore my gaze away from Hank to look at Charles for the first time. He was younger than I expected, maybe only a couple of years older than I was. The one named Alex stood up and moved towards me, but Charles held up a hand. "She's not here to hurt me. She just has a few questions, am I right?" I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "You want to know why I told the government about us, correct?" I nodded.

"You're a mutant?" Sean blurted. "You don't look like one!"

"Um, thank you?"

"Hank, Sean, Alex, you can leave," Charles stated. "Stand outside if you wish, but I would like to speak with Miss Pierce in private." The other three left without a word, leaving me alone with Charles Xavier. "I am sorry about invading your mind without permission, Miss Pierce, but I was curious about you," he told me, once the door had shut. "Would you take a seat?"

I did so, watching him, ready to run if he made a move to harm me. "So, you read minds?" I asked, after a silence. He nodded.

"That I do. You aren't the only telepath, Miss Pierce." He was watching me as well. "I'm not going to hurt you, you do not have to worry about that."

"You didn't answer my question," I said. "Why? This doesn't only effect you and your…" I thought of the other three. "Gang, or whatever they are."

"They call themselves my X-Men. Not my idea, I assure you," he told me, laughing softly, a pleasant sound. "As for letting people know about us. Well, it wouldn't have always been a secret. Someone was bound to find out."

"Yes, but not this soon! We'll still have to hide. They're going to hate us. The normal people are, that is."

"How do you know?" I had no reply. "Miss Pierce, people hate other people. It's a fact of life. No matter what happens, that will never change." I bit my lip. "Now, would you have preferred a war?" I shook my head. "I thought so."

"Who's to say there won't be a war?" a new voice asked from the door. I turned. A man with a strange helmet on his head came in. Charles gasped.

"Erik," he whispered, and I became aware for the first time how pale he looked. "What brings you here?"

"Am I not allowed to visit a friend?" the new man, Erik, asked. "Mystique is here as well. She was the one that wished to see how you were, after out little… accident." I kept quiet, but he noticed me anyway. "And who is this?"

"My name is Katie,' I told him.

"She is here to keep me company while I wait for the others to get back," Charles said, not mentioning my questions.

"She can leave now," Erik stated.

"I would rather she didn't. You see, I'm still not sure why you came here. Was it just truly to see how I am, or do you have some other motive?"

"You should know me better than that," Erik said. "I wished to see if you were well or not."

"He is, and you can leave," a doctor said, entering. "You do not have a visitor's pass."

"Neither does she," Erik said, gesturing to me. The doctor, a man I recognized as Jeffery Nelson, smiled at me.

"Katie, it's good to see you. I haven't spoken to Darien in some time. How's he doing?"

I smiled back, Jeff was one of my brother's good friends, someone I'd known since I was eight. "He's good. I was just about to go meet him, actually." Erik growled and left. I stood up, and as I passed by the bed, my hand accidentally brushed Charles' arm.

Charles was lying on a beach. Erik was there, with others, and then he wasn't. A group rushed towards Charles, the three men from earlier. A woman was with them. When they reached him, he started to move, but let out a cry of pain.

"Don't move," I heard Hank instruct him.

"I won't," Charles panted. "Actually… I… I can't feel my legs."

"What?" the woman whispered.

"I can't feel my legs," Charles repeated. "I…. I can't feel my legs."

I gasped, moving away. "Katie?" Jeff asked. He was a nice guy, but he had no clue about mutants. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I lied. "I'm fine. I have to go."

"Wait," Charles called, when I made it to the door. I turned back, trying to keep from crying. "Katie, will you come see me again?"

I stared. "You want me to come back?"

"Yes, I do. I enjoyed talking with you."

"O…Okay," I whispered, and rushed out.

Depending on the responses I get, I might or might not continue this. Not sure if I like the idea. Please review and tell me what you think.