A/N: Well, here's my stab at an X-Men: First Class fanfiction, this starts a little before the events of First Class and continues through the movie and after the movie a bit if everything goes as planned :) enjoy, promise I won't wait too long to get Charles, Erik, and co. into this fic

A Chance to Change the World

Chapter One: Different

This was it, the final stretch, somehow I knew this is what people felt like before they died. I lay in the small bed in my dark room thinking death would be preferable to the pain I was having to endure. Every sound seemed to be amplified ten-fold to where every voice, every creak of the floorboards was a shrill cry. My head itself felt as if it were about to explode from all the throbbing, which had only intensified every day for the last week. The fact that my six-month-old, baby sister was roomed next to me wailing like a banshee only made things that much worse. My parents had tried everything, every aspirin, every painkiller, that was legally allowed to be used on me, eventually some that weren't, but my headache just would not subside. It had started a month ago as only small headaches every once in a while, but in the just in the last week had escalated into one massive, persistent migraine. My parents had taken me to every doctor in the state of Ohio, sparing no expense on trying to figure out what was wrong, though none of them had a clue to the identity of my ailment. I had gone through countless doctor's appointments, numerous MRI and CT scans, and many painful blood-drawings, all yielding no definitive results.

Another week went by before I started to even notice the pain receding ever so slightly. At first I only noticed something was different when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and saw the black centers of my gray-blue irises becoming less like pin-points and starting to become larger. The next thing that changed was the breaking of the fever that had accompanied my headache for the past week, the doctors had said the only thing saving me was the fever not being too high. Finally, after almost a month in agony did my headache start to slowly fade in the middle of the week. The day after my headache stopped I was able to get up from my bed, which I had been strictly confined to for the past couple weeks, and move through the house. I sat at the dining room table with my parents eating a light lunch, light because my parents feared my week body might not be able to hold down much, my baby sister sitting in a highchair next to my mother. Golden-brown waves rippled through my mother's hair as sunlight hit her when she moved into the kitchen. That same hair color was about the only physical characteristic I inherited from my mother, most of my appearance resembling my father's traits. Although I had picked up an independent, bordering rebellious, personality from my mother, I also retained the kindness and caring nature of my father. In fact, I had inherited something none of us would have ever dreamed of.

At this point I was grateful for my homeschooling in elementary school, knowing that missing almost an entire month would have been not only hard academically, but socially as well. Being the one girl with the weird accent would only add to the ridicule I would get from my peers by already being far different from any other kid my age, if the evidence from when I tried to play with neighborhood kids was enough. I preferred nature to the indoors, reading to playing games, and most of all mature company to the company of immature children. Intellectually I was superior to most other nine-year-olds I had ever met, most likely due to my homeschooling. My parents had decided, however, that I would not be homeschooled in a few years when I reached middle school, they too wanted me to be able to be around other children even if it was still a private school I was to attend. I sat at the table sipping the cool glass of apple juice given to me by my father, watching my baby sister rock restlessly back and forth in her highchair.

"Gen," my father said softly. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

"Better, much better, daddy," I replied with a smile.

"Maybe we can go to the park tomorrow, if you feel up to it," my mom said, walking back in.

"Oh, can we!?" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Only if you feel well enough," my father emphasized.

"We'll have lunch and then we'll go, Lucy can come too," my mother said looking over at my sister.

I smiled even wider, feeling as if I had never been sick, but it wasn't just the idea of going to the park that made me feel better, I genuinely felt as if I had never been sick. I wasn't about to tell my parents that for fear that I might not get to go to the park tomorrow, nor did I tell them that I got sick in the middle of the night.

In the darkness of my room my pain was hidden from my parents if they were to come in at any minute. The image of me clasping my hands to my temples in hope to relieve the pain, however, was not as obscure in the darkness as I would hope. I woke in the middle of the night because my headache had come back, only to see one of my books fall off the bookshelf seemingly on its own accord, but I was in so much pain I didn't know what I was seeing. I fell back asleep shortly after, forgetting the entire incident even happened. Whatever was happening to me scared me, but I did not want to worry my parents even more than I already had. Ever since I had first started to get ill, I hadn't felt the same, I felt weird, different, but I didn't know why, no one knew why. I got up the next morning with no trace that I ever had a headache that night so I decided I definitely didn't need to tell my parents about it. We ate a breakfast of pancakes and bacon with orange juice and then I went to play with Lucy in the living room. My little sister was the light of my world, I loved her with all my heart and knew we would always be close, I would always look after her. I played with her while my parents talked about whatever grown ups liked to talk about when kids weren't within ear-shot. I was really the only one playing, seeing as Lucy was only six-months-old, but it kept her entertained. I feared my headaches would start up again if she started wailing like she usually did. It didn't seem like a long time until my parents finally decided it was time to go to the park, so we all packed up in the car along with a picnic lunch and left. I sat next to Lucy's car seat, watching her sleep peacefully only making me think of how restless my night had been. I wondered if Lucy would get sick like I had, if it ran in our family because I overheard my dad a few days ago telling my mom he had been sick around my age too. We got to the park ten minutes later only to find there weren't many people there today. I immediately ran off to go play on the jungle gym, leaving my parents to unpack the car.

After the car had been unloaded my father came over to push me in the swing I had migrated to. I was at a loss as to why almost no other children were here, it was a beautiful day and my dad said it wasn't supposed to rain later. I was swinging happily with my father pushing me for a long while before we decided to take a break for lunch. I gulped down my food a lot faster than my parents would have liked so I could get back to playing. My parents only laughed as I went back to running around the park not fifteen minutes later. Eventually, probably to my father's dismay, I was back at the swings, letting him push me again.

"I guess someone is feeling a lot better," he laughed as he pushed me, green eyes shining.

"I hated being stuck in my room all the time, I'm glad I got better," I said enjoying the brush of the air on my face.

"I am too, but you do know we are going to have to go back to the doctor's some time."

Even though I knew this before, somehow when my father said it aloud it shattered my hopes that I wouldn't have to go back.

"I know," I said, trying not to sound too disappointed.

"It's only so they can find out what's wrong, just because we don't want it to happen again."

The way my father said things to me always made them seem a lot less horrible than they appeared at first.

"Okay, I guess, as long as I'm not stuck in my room like that again," I said softly.

My father laughed, "You won't be."

I hopped off the swing for a second to give my dad a break, he went back over to check on something in the car. My mom had put Lucy in one of the baby swings to swing around, my mostly restless sister rocking the swing back and forth. My mom had turned away for one second, distracted by some kids yelling in the distance. At that same second the chain to the swing holding my sister snapped, throwing the swing seat sideways.

"Lucy!" I screamed, throwing my hands out in front of me, ready to run to catch her.

My sister didn't fall on the ground, instead, the second I threw out my hands she was stopped in midair by an invisible force. I noticed I was still holding my arms out in front of me and by some instinct in me I knew what I had to do. I lowered my arms and was shocked to see my sister slowly coming closer to the ground as I moved my arms down; I was controlling whatever force held her. I lowered Lucy to the ground safely, instinctively knowing how to release the force, my hands shaking when I was done. I fell to my knees in the park grass, my whole body now shaking like my hands. I looked up and saw my mother looking at me, eyes wide, before she ran over to see if my sister was alright. Seconds later my father was at my side, having seen the whole thing where he was standing further behind me.

"Genevieve, what just happened?" my mother said in the most frightened tone I had ever heard her use.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that first chapter, there is more to come soon :) I will try to update as much as I can but no promises that it will be quick once school starts up again