A/N Hey guys, me and my brother stayed up really late last night designing some new characters and we wanted them to be MUTANTS. Woo Yay –cue dramatic laughter—this story will rule…hopefully.

I have no idea. You'll just have to tell me with reviews *hint hint*

Disclaimer- I own nothing of X-men it fully belongs to Marvel… sadly.

I giggled as I chased the young cocker spaniel around my room, my giggling turning into full-blown laughter when the dog fell over itself in an attempt to get away. As I laughed, it sprinted out of the room and across the landing. I pouted as I thought about how to waste my time next.

As my thoughts went to my father I decided he would do as a distraction. So after running up and down the hallways yelling for him, I had narrowed his location down to three rooms; the kitchen, his bedroom or his study. Knowing my father I looked in his study first and sure enough there he was, hunched over a pile of papers.

I smiled as I ran forward "Daddy!" I squealed loudly

My father laughed, "My pumpkin,"

I smiled brightly at him, adoring the nickname as I settled myself on his lap contently.

Suddenly my father looked stern, "Now pumpkin that wasn't you just now running through the halls yelling was it?" He asked, cocking a brow.

I looked at him curiously before simply asking, "Why?"

He laughed loudly, "Well pumpkin, mama is on the phone so no yelling, okay?"

I giggled and nodded, relaxing onto my father's lap before pointing to a pile of paper and asking, "Papa what is that?"

He started to tell me of his latest case and I listened closely. I loved to hear my father talk about work, actually about everything in general. I opened my mouth to ask him another question when I felt a pair of hands picked me up under the armpits and spin me around.

I giggled, happy that I was getting more attention. When I had finally snuggled down into my mother's arm, I heard her talking to Papa.

"That was Charles Xavier dear," She declared happily.

My father looked shocked, "Really, what did he say?"

Mother shrugged, "He just insisted that we visit him sometime soon, he longs to meet Ivy."

My father chucked deeply, "Must have been a very long invitation, for you to be talking for so long."

Mama sighed, "Oh hush William we were simply catching up, that man has such a noble cause." She said as she playfully slapped his shoulder before placing me on the ground.

My father nodded thoughtfully, "Very noble indeed."

After hearing about this man I wanted to know more but when both of my parents seemed deep in thought, I knew I had to bring him up myself.

I tugged on my father's pant leg, "Who is Charles Xavier, papa?"

My father lifted me onto his lap as he said, "Well, my little Ivy, Charles Xavier is a man on a mission. A mission to help people like us."

I nodded to myself, happy with that answer. For now that is.

"Well I'm pretty sure it's someone's bedtime." My mama said gently as she scooped me up.

I shot awake and sat there breathing heavily, feeling a cold sweat drip down my back.

My thoughts quickly went back to the dream of my childhood and I smiled slightly as I remembered Toby, my family's cocker spaniel. I laid my head back on the pillow, my breathing finally relaxing before shooting up again.

Charles Xavier

Looking around the room I tried to find my laptop with tired and frantic eyes. When my eyes fell on my desk where I had placed the laptop hours before, I stood on shaky legs and stumbled over. I opened it as I lowered myself onto my desk chair slowly, wincing as my body protested against the action.

When I realized I was staring at my desktop I quickly clicked on the internet, sneaking a look at the time as it loaded. I groaned loudly, 1:06am, really? I silently prayed I would be able to get back to sleep as I typed 'Charles Xavier' into the search engine.

I rubbed my hands across my eyes and distractingly clicked on the first option. My eyes widened as I stared at the homepage for a school.

"You have got to be kidding me," I mumbled as I read the brief description on the schools homepage.

Charles Xavier's school for the gifted youngsters

My mind went back to the fleeting images of my dream. He helps people like us. My brain whirled and my head shot up. Mutants. He owned a mutant school.

I felt appreciation and respect bloom for the man instantly. No wonder my parents adored him, he had the selfless need to help people like my parents. People like me.

I clicked on the 'latest news' link and my eyes widened. He was looking for teachers. I could be a teacher right? I have PhD's in 3 different sciences and young people need that to go to university don't they?

I quickly grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down the phone number before shutting my laptop and climbing back into bed feeling satisfied.

I slept dreamlessly.

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ear mockingly. I groaned and rolled over intending to throw it across the room before it stopped its insistent song. I looked at it puzzled before sitting up and rubbing my face tiredly.

I got up slowly, wishing I could crawl back under the covers and hide from the world. No, not today I told myself, today you have a mission. I swallowed nervously before proceeding to complete my normal morning ritual; showering, brushing my teeth then attempting to tame my wild dark red hair.

When I emerged from the bathroom half an hour later feeling refreshed and confident, I didn't even hesitate before grabbing the paper with the number on it and picking up my phone. As I stared at the numbers my confidence waned.

Should I do this? Could I do this? Before I even had time to answer my own questions, my fingers were flying across the keypad dialing the numbers of their own accord. I sighed as I put the phone to my ear and nervously listened to the dial tone.

"Hello?" A smooth British voice answered.

I cleared my throat before answering, "Hello, my name is Ivy Ryder and I saw that you had some openings at your school."

I heard a light chuckle before, "Well Ms. Ryder I am very glad to have you interested in the position. I would love to meet you, sort of like a interview, could that be arranged? Maybe met at your home?"

I thought for a second before giving him my address and a time to meet.

As I listened to the tone telling me he had hung up, I laughed. Well, well, well looks like I have a job interview at 3pm sharp. I looked quickly around my apartment and decided it could use a quick tidy up.

As I jumped out of my car—a midnight blue 2010 Ford Mustang GT—I looked around at the supermarket parking lot. Only a few cars. I think I'm up too early, I laughed to myself.

I quickly needed to grab some flowers and air freshener's. Maybe some fresh fruit. Just to liven up my house for when someone from Xavier's school came. I didn't want to look like a slob or anything; I mean, I'm a generally tidy person.

Generally.

As I walked through the aisles I saw a bald man in a wheelchair looking up a carton of milk. Chocolate milk I noted quietly. Looking around and seeing no one interested in helping I stepped forward.

"Sir, are you alright?" I asked timidly.

He looked up at me shocked. Probably because everybody now a day's thinks only of themselves I thought to myself bitterly, they would never think to help someone who needs it.

He replied in a smooth voice, "I would really appreciate that, thank you."

I smiled brightly at him; I don't know why I did, "Chocolate milk?"

He nodded quickly, "Yes, my companion and I travelled quite far and we seemed to have worked up quite a thirst." He commented.

I calculated in my head, "Two chocolate milks then?" I asked.

He shook his head this time, "I drink far too much of that stuff," He informed me with a soft laugh.

I looked around and picked up my favorite brand of yogurt drinks, "Perhaps you could try this? I find them quite delicious and they taste nothing like chocolate milk" I assured him.

He laughed with me—well more of a deep chuckle "Sounds like a plan, thank you." He nodded.

As I reached up and got him his two drinks I thought that his voice sounded oddly familiar…

"Do you need anything else, Sir?" I asked him, my tone warm as I smiled down to him, passing the drinks along.

"No thank you, you have been a great help," He said as he gave me a return smile.

I saw him push a lever on his chair and he moved forward smoothly, his chair gliding across the floor. I smiled to myself and looked down at my list. Only a few more things to pick up I thought as I looked down at my watch and only 15 minutes to get them and be back! It's almost three! I panicked.

I sprinted to the checkout and brought my items before continuing to hurry towards my car. I threw my bags in the backseat impatiently as I jumped in the driver's side. I raced out of the parking lot, speeding home.

I'm pretty sure I broke more than a few traffic laws. After driving through a red light I smirked, I do what I want I thought smugly even as car's honked at my outrageous driving.

Once I reached my apartment and—after a lot of fumbling and cursing—unlocked my door, I turned into a headless chicken. Running this way and that way making sure my apartment looked and smelled fresh and clean.

I had just collapsed on the couch panting when I heard a polite knock on the front door. Standing up, I straightened my clothes before walking to the door, finger-combing my hair as I went. When I reached my door, I took one deep breath before swinging it open.

In front of me was a tanned woman with beautiful black and white short hair standing behind…. I smiled brightly. In front of the beautiful woman was the man from the supermarket. I laughed loudly before gesturing for them to enter.

"It's nice to see you again Sir," I said still laughing slightly.

He raised an eyebrow before answering, "The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Ryder."

The woman looked between us, clearly confused. She opened her mouth—no doubt to ask what we were talking about—but the man bet her to it.

"This young lady selflessly helped me in the supermarket; I was having a hard time reaching your chocolate milk Ororo. She also recommended my new favorite drink," He said as he held up the bottle of drinkable yogurt.

I blushed deeply, "It's a good drink, isn't it?" I offered as the warmth spread down my neck.

He chuckled softly, "Ms. Ryder, this is Ororo Munroe, she also teaches at my school." He introduced, nodding to the woman behind him.

I froze, "Wait, your school? You're Charles Xavier?" I asked, looking between the two people.

"Yes." He said simply, nodding his head once.

So this was the man that cared more for others than he did for himself. And he called me, selfless. At least I made a good first impression I thought distractingly, waving at them to sit down.

He carried on, "So you are interested in teaching at my school?"

I nodded, "Yes Sir, I love children and I have 3 PhD's in different sciences including Chemistry and Physics'," I said quickly, shifting in my seat.

He nodded, more to himself then to me, "If I was to give you this job, you would be moving into my school, did you know this?" He questioned.

I didn't, but I felt excited to be changing more than just my job, "No, I did not but I assure you that it's no problem."

Again he nodded, "I also must be sure of one more thing, Ms. Ryder."

I furrowed my brow, "Yes?"

I must be sure that you are gifted.

I looked around quickly as the voice echoed in my head, trying to find the source. When my eyes met his I realized. He had talked to me, through my mind.

I mean you no harm Ms. Ryder; I simply want someone like the students to be teaching them.

I nodded to myself, "That makes sense Sir," I allowed.

He quirked his eyebrow and I realized he was waiting for an answer. I took a deep breath. "Yes sir, I am gifted. I would love to come and teach at your school and I would honored if you would allow me too."

He looked me in the eye before calmly turning to Ororo who smiled brightly. He looked back to me.

"So, Ms. Ryder, when can you start?"

I hoped you like it, if anyone follows or favorites or even reviews (which would be lovely) I'll try to post the next chapter today, can't bear to leave you on such a cliffhanger hmm? You must want to know what Ivy's powers are.

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-Taila