A/N: FINALLY. I've been meaning to start an XMFC fic for a while, and finally got around to writing the first chapter. I love reviews, so lemme know what you guys think of the first chapter and if I should continue the story.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own the XMFC characters you see here, however Marceline McHale and Lisel Grover I do.
Chapter 1:
Marceline McHale's life wasn't exactly what you'd call normal. Sure she had a decent enough up bring, and an alright childhood, but it was always masked over by the fact that she wasn't normal. Besides the regular tendencies to stomp around like a dinosaur, or sing a song really loudly, there was always something else about her. At least that's how Lisel saw it. Being her best friend for years to come meant they knew everything about each other, and when one opened up to the other that she wasn't like everyone else, the other took it and kept it to herself. They had been through so much together, and there was always more to come it seemed.
For as the world kept going, so did the two women's lives, including the death of all they knew and ever loved. As the families were ripped from them, it only made them grow closer. Lisel knew of what was to come, and how they would be perceived by the world, that's why they took to hiding from societies light. A woman wise beyond her years, Lisel knew what they needed to do to survive, and made sure they got it.
"So, when do you think we'll actually earn some money again?" The striking raven colored girl asked, turning to her companion.
"I don't know, Lisel." The red head stretched her legs out, expanding from the bench the two were sitting on. "Maybe if I…"
"No," Lisel said firmly, raising an eyebrow at the woman, "We're not doing that again."
Marceline frowned, letting out a heavy sigh. "Finneeee," She droned on, standing up, "Might as well go do something instead of just sitting here." She turned around, colliding with a body that seemed to not move at all. Marceline blinked a couple of times, picking herself up.
"You stole my wallet," The man simply stated, holding out his hand.
"Geez, aren't you the charmer." She huffed, dusting off the few pieces of grass off her boots.
"My wallet,"
"Alright, alright,"
"Marcie!" Lisel shouted, giving the ginger a rather dark look. "How could you steal something!"
"What? It's not like we're gonna make money in some other way."
"My wallet." He stated once more, a furious look in his face.
"Alright, fine. Here you go, guy." She simply placed the leather wallet into his open hand. A small spark had managed to fly off of Marceline and into the man's hand, causing him to tense up and fall over. "Uh oh." She whimpered, watching as the man blacked out on the sidewalk.
Lisel being the only one who thought, grabbed the stunned girl's hand and dragged her away from the scene. She looked around at their surroundings as a group of people began to form around the man.
Marceline bit her lower lip, staring at her best friend. "Soooo…." She started, as they ducked into a nearby café.
"Shut it, Marcie. We need to figure out what to do. You literally just kil-"
"Well I wouldn't say killed…more like…stunned," She made her hands explode, causing Lisel to give her a stern look and then push her down in the chair. The red head twisted her face as she sat down in front of her, a frantic look on her face. She knew that face all too well, it was the one she used when "Marcie had done something" or "You could have died, Marceline!", usually followed by a rant on how she was always getting into trouble. It's not like she tried to, trouble just seemed to follow her. Marceline thumped her fingers against the table, watching as people began to stare, particularly two men sitting diagonal from the pair. "Hey, Lil."
"Not now Marcie, I'm trying to figure out what we're going to do."
"Okkayyy, but there's two guys staring at us. I think they have the hots for you." She giggled lightly, watching as the dark haired girl gave her a death stare then turned back to the notes on the napkin in front of her.
"Lil! They're coming over here! What should I do?" Marceline nearly shouted, jumping up and down in her seat. Finally looking up, Lisel turned to where the frantic girl, eyes locking with the two men walking to their table.
"Charles Xavier," The shorter one smiled charmingly, a matching British accent flowing with his words.
"Erik Lensherr," Said the other, holding out his hand.
"Hi." Marceline giggled lightly, nearly jumping out of her seat to shake his hand.
"I know I might sound a bit mean, but why are you talking to us?" Lisel asked, raising her eyebrow as the two took seats at their table.
"Excellent question." Charles started, "You see, we've taken notice that you two have exceptional things about you."
"What fancy pants here is trying to say is that we know what you can do, and judging by the way you just caused that man to go into shock, you need help," Erik translated, turning to see a sheepish grin on Marceline's face.
"You saw that, huh? Not my best work."
"I can see that."
"You see, we're here to recruit and help." Charles smiled once more, turning to Lisel only to see a firm face. "We have a facility with the CIA an-"
"You think we're just going to go with two strange men we meet in a café?" Lisel snapped, turning her head.
"We're a lot more than just strange men. We're here to help you." His voice ran through her head, but yet his lips didn't move. Lisel's expression faded as she stood, grabbing Marceline with her.
"Marcie, he just talked to me…in my head." She blinked a couple times.
"Groovy! Do it to me!" The ginger shouted, turning to him with an eager face. Charles laughed lightly, shaking his head.
"In due time, friend, but for now, we need to get going if you're coming."
"Charles, those people are starting to notice." Erik murmured, watching the outside scene intently.
"Right then, if you'll follow me." He led the group out the back of the café swiftly. Marceline's face lit once she noticed the black car. "We'll gather you're things on the way there, for now, let us be on our way." He quickly opened the back door as Marceline slipped in. Lisel shot him a glance that was only returned by a soften smile. "It'll be alright, you can trust us."
"I sure as hell hope so, or you just might be one dead mutant."
"Fair enough." He smirked, stepping into the front seat and driving off.
"No way! That's The Beatles! Turn it up!" Marceline shouted, immediately getting a glare from Erik, who then turned to Charles.
"Exceptional."