A/N: Hi guys, so, this is a story that I wrote ages ago, and have been thinking of posting for a long time. I haven't uploaded anything in a while, so this is what's going up until my 'Godly Initiative' sequel is posted. I apolgise in advance for Google Translate's German, and I welcome any and all corrections ;P. I'm thinking of a DoFP sequel, but I'll see how you guys like this one first. In this story, the ages are slightly different to what they are really. I lay it out for you to get rid of confusion.
Erik is 33, Giselle is 27/28, Charles is 32, Raven is 25, and the others are all the same ages as they are in the film. Anyway, I'll let you read. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to F,F&R if you wouldn't mind!
Ta-ta!
She popped into existence with a thump, crumpled on the cold linoleum floor. She groaned, and struggled to sit upright, her weak arms only holding her up for a second before she fell yet again.
"Hello? Who's there?" a young boy called, tip-toeing into the kitchen. Seeing the ragged and dirty girl collapsed there, he rushed forwards, and gripped her shoulders. The little girl thrashed, and groaned in a foreign tongue,
"Lass mich gehen! Ich habe nichts getan! Nein! (Let me go! I have done nothing! No!)"
"Nein, ah..." he replied hurriedly, crouching down next to the girl as he tried to call forth the 'pointless' German lessons his mother had forced him into a year previously. "Mein nom ist Charles Xavier... ah... Ich kan Ihnen helfen. Sprechen, um... Sprechen Sie Englisch? (My name is Charles Xavier. I can help you. Do you speak English?)"
The girl stopped her wriggling, and looked up at Charles, his gaze immediately trapped by the mismatched orbs: one a shining silver, one a deep chocolatey brown.
"Yes, I speak the English," she said in halting, heavily accented English. "You help me? You be good to me? You not call the, ah... polizei? The police?"
"No, I will not call the police." Charles assured her, helping the girl to her feet. He ran his eyes over her, and frowned. "You need a bath, and some new clothes. Here, come with me..."
He held out a hand to her, and the girl waited before taking it. She looked around her, before glaring at the hall beyond Charles. With a twitch of her eye, the light exploded with a little pop, and the pressure in her head eased.
"What did you do?" Charles asked softly, looking behind him at the recently regained darkness.
"The light was bright. It might alert people. I stopped it." she said simply, smiling lightly at Charles. He grinned, and cocked his head, eyes wide.
"You're like me!" he realised. "I knew I wasn't the only one. Oh, how silly of me... May I know your name?"
"Yes," she nodded, smiling more fully. "My name Giselle Amsel. Gut dich zu treffen. (Pleasure to meet you.)"
18 YEARS LATER
"Heterochromia."
"A gentleman would at least offer to buy me a drink first."
I scoffed internally at Charles' attempt to woo this woman. The flurry of constant activity was more than I had been exposed too in a long time, and was giving me a terrible headache. I slammed my head onto the bar-top, and ordered more Scotch.
"Ficken befugnisse..! (Fucking powers..!)" I muttered under my breath, bringing my head up to down the alcohol, and then just as swiftly ordering another refill.
"Norman? A pint of bitter for me and a brandy for the lady, please." Charles called, and I sent him a covert glare.
"How did you know that?"
"A lucky guess. Name's Xavier. Charles Xavier. How do you do?" he lied smoothly, and I threw back my umpteenth glass of the night, trying to block out the almost constant headache to no avail. I knew this was a bad idea...
"Amy."
"Heterochromia is in reference to your eyes, which I have to say are stunning. One green, one blue. It's a mutation. It's a very groovy mutation. I've got news for you, Amy. You are a mutant."
"First you proposition a girl and then you call her deformed. How is that seduction technique working for you?" Good for you, girl...
"I'll tell you in the morning."
The girl, Amy, smiled at Charles, and he chuckled. Or not.
"No, seriously. You mustn't knock it. Mutation took us from single cells organisms to being the dominant form of reproductive life on this planet. Infinite forms of variation with each generation: all through mutation."
"Yady-fucking-ya..." I muttered to Raven, and she nodded knowingly at me.
"Charles here was telling me that I'm like one of the first sea creatures that grew legs." Amy had now turned to talk to Raven, who had left one empty seat between the couple.
"Bet he did..." I muttered into my glass.
"Tiny bit sexier." They both laughed, and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sorry these are my sisters, Raven and Giselle,"
"Hi."
I didn't even rise to meet Raven's etiquette. I nodded in the girl's direction, and slid a bowl of peanuts my way across the bar.
"Amy. And what are you studying?"
"Waitressing." Raven replied, and I sniggered mentally.
"Physics," I replied, and actually turned to look at her.
"Ah!" Amy seemed quite surprised, and looked closely at both of our faces. "Oh, look! You both have heterochromia too."
"Sorry, what?" Charles spluttered, looking at us quickly in shock.
"Well, look at their eyes," Amy said, gesturing from me to Raven.
"Right," Charles huffed, glaring at my sister figure. "Raven get your coat, please! And you Giselle."
We gathered our things in a flurry of fabric, and Charles was quickly ushering us out of the bar after that.
"Don't talk to me. You did that on purpose!" he hissed, walking hurriedly along the street.
"I did not!" cried Raven indignantly, and I just wrapped my coat tighter around me, walking lethargically behind the two.
"Yes you did!"
"Why would I do it on purpose? You know I can't control it sometimes. If I'm stressed or I'm... tired."
"You seem to be doing a perfectly good job of it right now..."
"Mutant and proud! Or is that only the pretty mutations or invisible ones, like yours? But if you're a freak, better hide!"
"You're being ridiculous. Look...look, I don't mean to sound like an old fart-"
"Which you are," I said, as they drew to a stop. Charles shot me a look, and I just raised an eyebrow at him.
"Sometimes. But we talked about this, Raven. A small slip up is one thing; a big one does not bear thinking about."
-0-
"Would you date me?"
"Of course I would. Any young man would be lucky to have you. You are stunning." Charles replied without missing a beat. I stayed curled up in the leather armchair, gently flipping through one of my assigned books from Physics, not taking my eyes from the text.
"Looking like this?"
"I...you...what?"
Charles and I both looked up, and Raven stood there in her natural form.
"Blue?" Charles realised he needed to tread carefully when Raven looked down sadly. "You're my oldest friend."
"We're your only friends," I called, setting down my book, and drawing my knees up to my chest.
"Thank you for that..." Charles huffed, looking over at me as a grin played around his mouth.
"You're welcome."
"Well?" Raven pressed, cocking her head.
"I'm incapable of thinking of you that way. I feel responsible for you. Anything else would just feel wrong."
"But what if you didn't know me?"
"Unfortunately I do know you. God! I don't know what's gotten into you lately: you're awfully concerned with your looks..."Charles had left his desk by this point, and had walked further into the room to the sofa, where he lounged on the sofa, stretching out in front of the fire.
Raven sat down next to Charles, and flopped into his side.
"I'm sleepy, will you read to me?"
"I can't, I've got my thesis coming up. I have to study..!"
"Good luck, by the way," I called out, and Charles sent me a small smile in thanks.
"Well, fine, read me some of your thesis, it'll send me right off," Raven replied somewhat scathingly, and I shot her a look she didn't see.
"To homo neanderthalantis his mutant cousin, homo sapien, was an aberration..."
While Charles continued reading to Raven, I got up, and slipped quietly out of the room. Raven was with Charles before I turned up, and he always seemed to connect better with her. I knew by now when I wasn't needed. Or wanted. I walked up to my room, and curled up on my bed, pulling the soft blankets over my head, and blocking out the world.