Title: The beginning of Rosie MacTaggert

Author: TheTinyCupCake

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Marvel Comics or the X-men series. I'm merely using their fantastic characters in my fan-made story.

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Rating: M

Pairings: CharlesxOC

Summary: Follow Rosie, sister of Moira MacTaggert, as she discovers she's different then others and eventually runs into none other then Charles Xavier.

Authors' Notes: This isn't the first story I've ever written, but it's the first I'm determined to finish. There's just way too few CharlesxOC fics out there that suit my fancy or make any sense to me. I hope you enjoy! Reviews would be very welcome, they're the source of my encouragement after all. Think of yourself as my personal cheerleader ;D

This story will alternate from 1st POV to 3rd and maybe even 2nd. It's something that I think makes it a little more interesting.

Warnings: Might contain mature content later on in the story. I'll give a fair warning in those chapters for those who don't want to read possible strong, non-explicit adult themes, references to violence, and strong coarse language.

THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SOME ADULT CONTENT AND CUSSING.

It was a normal day, the day I discovered I was different, weird, a freak.

It was the 9th of July, 1960. A sunny, bright and happy Saturday. My sister and I had both planned to meet up at a small, cute cafe. We both ordered a cappuccino, she only adding a little milk and I pouring in sugar after sugar. I remember her making a comment about me still having a sweet tooth. But what can I say? I like my things sugary and sweet. So while drinking our delicious cappuccino's we started talking. We hadn't seen each other for two months, and aside from the occasional phone calls, we were excited to finally tell each other things face to face again.

Me and my sister were always quite close, but her job and my study was keeping us both busy. She was one year older then me, me being 20 at that time. Moira's birthday was coming up soon too. We talked about everything that morning. Her work, our mother, college and of course, men. Moira and I were both in a relationship. I was in fact already engaged. We were very excited about the wedding we were to be having in 3 months. My fiance was a loving man. Handsome, stylish blond hair and the warmest honey brown eyes you'll ever see. He took good care of me and we loved each other very much. Everything changed however, when I was on my way home.

Moira and I had talked for three hours straight and it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The cafe we met up at wasn't far from where my fiance and I lived, so walking went pretty easy. Until I was pulled in a small side alley. A small scream escaped my lips but I couldn't utter another sound because of a filthy hand that had covered my mouth. It was that moment. That moment of feeling utterly frightened, that released something even more terrifying inside of me.

Rosie was dragged into the tiny, shadowed alleyway in brought daylight. There wasn't a soul in sight that could possibly help her and she felt herself panic. Rosie felt terrified and tried to scream again. The hand covering her mouth muffled any sound quite well. While she struggled and tried to pry off the thin, lanky arms around her, her captor had dragged her almost all the way to the back of the alleyway. It smelled absolutely disgusting in here, like they had used the walls as urinals, the floor as ashtrays and picked up any other stank and stowed it away here. The small woman, couldn't do anything but whimper in disgust and fright. Yet she refused to cry, even if she felt like it. Instead, she let anger seep into her.

With a swing the man threw her on the ground, in front of a group of filthy looking men. Rosie let out a small cry as her hands and knee scraped against the filthy pavement. She looked up through her long dark brown hair at the men that were leering down at her. One looked burly, some lanky and some looked like they were ill, bags beneath their eyes and most likely addicted to some sort of drug. The petite woman thought that today might not have been a good time to wear high heels and her flowy red dress. Her captor stood behind her rather proudly.

"Looky what I found lads. Pretty lady ain't she? Bet we could earn some money off of her, pay that debt we have going from dear ol' Rogers and buy some of the good stuff, eh?." The other men laughed and cheered, obviously agreeing with what the guy said.

The burly one stepped forward, his arms crossed and a mean smile on his face. The laughter died down gradually. His eyes roamed across her figure, as if mentally undressing her. Rosie scowled and glared at him with her angry green eyes.

"She looks feisty. Are you sure she won't bite, Tom?" one of the men said. The burly one grinned.

"Only one way to find out." he said and made a move to grab her.

Rosie scrambled backwards only to bump into her kidnapper's legs. He roughly picked her up by her arms, leaving angry, red handprints. He tossed her towards the huge fellow with a small, ridiculing snort. She screamed angrily when his big arms encased around her, trapping her arms close to her body. Kicking him proved to be difficult, it only resulted in the arms around her tightening which left her breathless. The muscular man leaned in close to her face till they were only an inch apart. Rosie tried to back away as far as she could, but he laughed and tilted his head towards her neck. She could feel his stubbly cheek scratching against her smooth one, his nose buried in her hair. He took a big whiff and sighed in delight, while Rosie suffered the horribly stinking breath of this thug.

It was then that she could finally find her voice, slightly trembling from both fear and anger, "Please just let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone of this!". Her eyes darted back and forth as the men laughed at her pathetic plea. "Aw! How cute, and she asked so nicely too!" the burly man guffawed, throwing his bald head back. The unfortunate brunette grimaced when he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face close to his. "I love it when they start beggin'." Rosie barely got a squeak out when he smashed his lips against hers. She heard wolf whistles, boisterous laughs and felt more and more despair. Wasn't this the part where a handsome man would storm up and rescue her from these evil men? Wasn't this the part where she'd get the strength to free herself and beat the hell out of them all?

Oh but who was she kidding. The moment she felt that disgusting thug's tongue on her lips a few tears managed to escape. Rosie continued struggling even more, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She felt something hard bump against her hip, and she doubted it was the man's gun. He rubbed his hips against hers lewdly, making disgusting grunting noises. Rosie felt dirty, grimacing with every move the man made and keeping her lips tightly sealed. But the man began to slow down, his hold on her loosening and his movements gradually coming to a halt. The noises around her had stopped, the men eerily quiet. The petite woman took her chance and shoved herself away. But what she saw frightened her only more.

The men around her had all turned to stone, some still having a dirty smirk on their faces, some leaning against the wall. One looked like he was about to put a cigarette to his lips. Her assaulter looked at her with wide eyes. He seemed to be the only one not frozen. But when she looked closer she noticed his legs had turned gray and stony also, up to his knees. He looked at himself with an utterly terrified look on his face.

"What the- What the fuck?" He looked from himself, to his former comrades and then to her. He pointed at her angrily "You! You fucking witch, what did you do?"

He continued screaming obscenities at her while moving his arms wildly. At one point he moved so wildly that he fell over. Rosie couldn't move a muscle either, as if she had just turned to stone. This was insane. 'Did I really do this? I couldn't have.. Maybe it's God's punishment to these criminals.' She thought. Rosie was dragged out of her reverie however when she felt a strong hand around her ankle. The brunette screamed when she saw that the brute had dragged himself over to her and was currently looking at her rather menacingly.

"Turn my legs back to normal you freak, or I'm gonna break yours!"

Rosie, in a small act of self defense, kicked him in his face and stumbled further backwards. She bumped against something hard and had totally forgotten about her first captor until she heard a large crashing noise. Rosie whirled around, only to see thousands of stone pieces flying around on the pavement. There was a large silence, even the brute had stopped his whining, while holding his bloody nose. Rosie's breaths came out in sharp, short gasps, her hands beside her clenched into tight little fists. And then the yelling started again, "You filthy bitch! You freak! Witch! I'll Kill you!" Rosie looked behind her for a second, noticing the thug crawling towards her again with vengeance written allover his face. She didn't even think and just started running. Running out of that dark place, away from what had just transpired. Her heels made loud click-clack noises, till she was finally met by the light. It was still bright and sunny, a total contradiction of what just happened. The yelling of the brute had completely faded away.

She stood still for a moment. Her hair looked disheveled, her dress ripped in some places, but the scrapes and bruises she had were gone. Completely vanished. Rosie looked at her hands in wonder, then up at the sky. Was this really all God's doing? Or was this, as the brute suggested, her's? The whole event still left her shaken and confused, in total shock. She stumbled a little when she slowly started running again, towards home. Home, safe, comfort. Yes, home. Home to her fiance, who will comfort and protect her. She alternated her run to a walk, 'Oh but I can't tell Ben of this, he'd think me insane. Or worse, he'd believe it and be afraid! He won't love me anymore, scared of God's wrath. Or mine!' The petite brunette started running again, her arms wrapped around herself and her mind in crumbles. She glanced up at the heavens and sighed in despair, 'Oh Lord, what do I do?'