I do not own anything, I'm making no profit off of this. The only thing I own is Nate Quilkens, and even that's only partial-ownership. Here lie male/male, m/m, yaoi, boy-on-boy, slash, so if uncomfortable with that or pairing a movie character with an OC, hit the back button, ya'll know where it is. This is set in movieverse, with Hugh Jackman and Halle Berry, after the last movie, and its AU, as in John (Pyro) is alive, he never joined Magneto, Jean and Scott are alive and happily in love, Professor X is alive, Wolverine is still all grouchy and hopelessy in lust (or love, whatev) with Jean, BUT Rogue HAS taken the cure.

Criticism, both good and negative is appreciated, but please don't be mean. If you wanna be negative, tell me what I'm doing wrong, tell me how to fix it, and I'll reply with a 'Thanks, I'll do that,' and I actually WILL do it. But if you say, 'Yo, thiz sTory SUKZ BALLZ,' or any other idiotic thing like that, the I will put your username up here in big, bold, all-cap's letters and I will put what you wrote, and then I will proceed to hurt your feelings, both up here and in my reply.

And I can do that, 'cause I'm the writer, and I'm just that mean enough.

Warnings: Language, slash

Disclaimer to flamers: Fuck. Off.

Enjoy!

Nathan Quilkens stared out of his living room window, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. He winced as he felt his teeth scrape sensitive skin, and for the umpteenth time cursed this nervous tick of his. He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair and got up, beginning to pace. He ambled his way to the kitchen and nervously poured himself a glass of water.

Where were they?

Yes, Nate knew that Ms. Ororo Munroe said that the people picking him up in his two-story house located in Bellaire, Texas, a small suburban area just south from Houston. He was going to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, mainly because he needed to be among other mutants. He had long ago been singled out by the teachers and students at his high school, and it was time for him to switch schools. He figured, Why not go to a school specifically designed for mutants? He'd fit in there, and wouldn't have to worry about some seven-foot jock sucker-punching him in the jaw on the way to lunch. He rubbed the green-black bruise on his lower jaw and grimaced. Wally Thorton punching him had been the last step. He had dropped out, called this mutant school, inforned his parents, and packed. His mother, who was a human, had cried and been disappointed, but not angry. His father, who was a mutant whom could sense when people were lying, had nodded and understood. He grabbed a drink from the fridge and made his way back to the living room, taking a swig of blue Gatorade. He heard the always familiar song 'Welcome to the Jungle' by the forever amazing Guns N' Roses play. Sighing, he lunged forward and grabbed his phone, not bothering to glance at the screen. It was either his mother, his father, or his annoyingly-preppy little sister, Annaleigh.

"Hello?"

"Hey, hon," his mother said.

"Hey mom," he smiled. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to call and tell you I loved you one more time before these people come to pick you up. Nate, are you absolutely positive you want to go to this school? I mean, for God's sake, its in New York! Can't you..."

"No, mom. I wanna go to this school. I need to. I need to learn how to control my power, and this school seems legit."

He heard his mother's short, abrasive sigh over the phone. "Fine, Nate. I just wish... Oh well. Whatever makes you happy, and this school does have a good educational system, I s'pose... But please be careful. I love you, Nate. Now I gotta go. I have to run rooms for Dr. Jaylin. Call your father and sister and tell them good-bye and that you love them, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, mom, I will. Promise. I-I love you, too," he said, his voice choking up.

"Bye, Natie. Lock the door before you leave and put the key under the mat."

He gave a gargled half-laugh. "Yeah, mom, will do. Bye," he whispered, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over as he heard the beep, indicating his mother had hung up. He hurriedly called his father and sister, who was shopping, and told them basically the same thing. By the time he was off and had his phone in his pocket, he looked at the time. Four, the time they said they would be there. Just as the minute hand almost turned to the one, a loud knock resounded through his house.

"Prompt, aren't they," he muttered under his breath. He opened the door, revealing two people and a black, simple car. The first man he noticed struck an imposing figure. He wore jeans and a simple, black button-up, but his visors and unsmiling face was intimidating. The other man, however, was much more relaxed. He sat in a wheelchair, and he smiled easily.

"Hello," the bald one said. He extended a arm. "I am Professor Charles Xavier. And you're Nathan Quilkens, am I correct?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, chewing in his lip again. "Uh, ya'll can call me Nate," he said, and mentally-grimaced at the Texan drawl that slipped through.

"Hello, Nate. This is a colleague of mine. This is Scott Summers." The aforementioned man gave a small smile, immediately relaxing Nate. He quickly grabbed the Professor's hand and shook it, then Summers'. He stood back and let them enter, and when they were comfortable asked, "So, can I get ya'll anythin'? Uh, water, tea..." He trailed off, shifting his weight.

The Professor smiled again and shook his head.

"I'd like a glass of water, if you don't mind," Scott said, speaking up for the first time. Nate nodded and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and then leaned against the fridge, breathing deeply.

Calm down. They're not gonna hurt you, you don't have to go with them, and they're mutants. They're not going to judge and freakin' condemn you, he mentally chastised himself. He took another deep breath and shoved his nerves away. He figured most of this nervousness came from not smoking at all today. He didn't want to smell like smoke in front of the teachers. He confidently strode back into the living room and handed Scott his water.

"Thank-you," he said easily before taking a swig of it. Nate nodded.

"So, Mr. Quilkens," the Professor began. "Why do you want to go to my school?"

"Well," Nate began, his nerves instantly reappearing. He fidgeted before answering straight. "I got bullied and picked on a lot in my old school. Once people realized I was a mutant, well, ya'll know. I finally decided the last straw was when I got sucker-punched. I mostly just wanna be with mutants my own age, so I'm not having to constantly worry about people like Wally Thorton, the kid who punched me." He said it evenly and smoothly, and was suprised when his voice didn't wobble as expected.

"I'm sorry to hear about what happened, Mr. Quilkens, and I commend you for removing yourself and deciding to persue your education. Now, what exactly is your mutant power?"

"I can freeze time, and teleport wherever I want. I've, um, been to Egypt and Greece before, by teleportation."

"How very interesting. I think you'd make a wonderful addition to our school, Mr. Quilkens."

He grinned. "Thanks."

"And what do your parents have to say about this?"

"Mom's in Houston, workin' at the hospital there, and dad's in Austin at his lawyer firm. If need be, I can always call one of 'em and confirm for you," he said. "Plus, they said that since I turned eighteen they didn't hafta sign for me or anything..." He trailed off, uncertain again.

"Oh, you're eighteen. That changes things, Mr. Quilkens. If you'd like, then you can come with us now," the Professor said.

Nate took a deep breath and looked around once more. Damn, but he was going to miss home.

He should say no, he'd like at least one more day to say good-bye. He actually didn't have to go to this school. He could always apologize for wasting their time, and say he wasn't going to be going with them, that he was staying here.

"Yeah, I'd like to go now, please."

Warren Worthington lounged in his bed, admiring the soft, pink-ish light filtering in to his bedroom from the fading sun outside. He had just gotten back from flying, and it had felt great, being able to spread his wings like that and just stretch. He kept the window open, enjoying the soft breeze that came through it.

A knock sounded, and Warren looked at the door curiously. He got up and, after tucking his wings behind his back walked to the door and opened it. Scott Summers stood there, his face inscrutable as always. Behind him stood a boy, about five inches taller than him with shaggy black hair and tanned skin. Scott asked politely, "May we come in, Warren?"

"Sure," Warren murmured, stepping back and allowing them access.

"Warren, this is Nathan Quilkens. Nathan, this is Warren Worthington. He's going to be your new roommate, all right?"

"Oh, yeah sure," Warren said immediately. Scott just nodded and left. The door closed swiftly behind them. Nathan ran a hand through his hair and held out a hand, a smile gracing his features.

"Hi," he drawled. "'M Nathan. Call me Nate."

"Hi, Nate. I'm Warren," he replied smoothly, grasping his hand and shaking it. He ignored the little tingle that shot though his hand and arm from touching him, and Warren sighed. Figures he'd have to have a roommate who was not only cute, but Southern. Warren had no idea if the stereotype was true, but Southerner's were renowned for hating mutants, and well... Gays.

And as a gay mutant, he was at the top of the list for hatred.

He wondered if he should tell Nathan he was gay, then decided against it. Not worth the hassle, and he didn't want to creep the guy out when he realized he was still shaking his hand. He pulled it away from Nate's warm grasp and blushed slightly, muttering, "Sorry." Wonderful way to not creep him out.

"S'okay," Nate replied, and couldn't help but think about how cute his new roomie was. Of course, that little voice in the back of his mind cautioned him against thinking his new roommate was utterly hot (which he was), and besides, this guy practically oozed straight. His hair was a perfectly styled blonde, and his skin was smooth and tanned, and while he was thin and slightly small in stature, in no way did his frame hide his muscles. He glanced at his wings, and was once again in awe of how perfect they looked. He had the urge to touch him, but that would be a big no-no. He wore only a pair of stonewash, artistically ripped jeans and no shirt. Fuckin' figured, didn't it. He belatedly realized his hands were shaking, and he looked at Warren.

"D'you mind if I smoke? I'll go over by the window, or I can go outside, if ya prefer."

Warren shook his head. He smoked? Who knew that'd be a turn-on? "No, I don't mind at all. I don't, but you can go by the window," he said quietly. Nate stared at him, icy, bottle-cap green eyes resting on his face.

"Thanks," he finally said. He ambled over to the window, pulled out his pack of Menthol Lights, and slid one between his mouth and lit it with his green Bic.

He took an appreciative drag, then stared at Warren again. Warren began to fidget, and just when he was about to summon up the courage to ask Nate what the hell he was staring at, Nate said, "You're a shy guy, huh?"

"I-what?"

"I said," he repeated, leaning forward, his eyes twinkling, "you're a shy guy. So, I'm guessing you don't really like talkin', huh? Well, I like to talk. I ain't shy in no way. So I hope ya don't mind, but I can talk the ear off an elephant. And I don't get my feeling's hurt easily, so don't think you'll 'fend me when ya tell me to shut up 'cause I'm talkin' too much and you just want some quiet, 'kay? 'Cause ya won't, and I don't wanna bother ya, what with me bein' the 'newbie' and all." He didn't use aire quotes when he said "newbie" but you could hear them in his voice.

"N-no," Warren said immediately. "I don't mind you talking at all- quite the opposite, actually. It'll keep me company," he said with a smile. Nate grinned again and took another long pull on his cigarette, releasing his smoke in the direction of the window. "Great, 'cause at my old school, nobody wanted to hear me talk. Bein' a mutant n' all. One jock who was like a foot taller n' me and at least a hundred pounds heavier tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around, WHAM! Sucker-punched me, all 'cause I was talkin'. So, I froze time, got off the floor, tied his shoelaces together, un-froze time, and pushed him into the principal... After I kicked him in the dick." He grinned, and Warren burst out laughing, his wings fluttering. He collapsed on the bed and asked, "And then what happened?"

"Well, I kicked the huge bastard- you don't mind if I cuss, d'you?" When Warren shook his head, he continued. "Well, anyway, after I kicked the bastard in the dick and shoved him, his cronies gathered 'round me like a friggin' gang, and all I could think was, 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit, I'mma get it now,' when the principal stormed over and grabbed me by the collar. Needless to say, both me n' Wally Thorton got 'tention, and I made fun of him all through it, 'cause the teacher was deaf from an accident. I called him a pansy, asked how he could let a mutant boy like me shove him, told him I did the world a favor by makin' him infertile, asked how it felt to get kicked in the cock by a mutant fa-, freak," he finished quickly. He looked to see if Warren had noticed his almost-slip, but he appeared none the wiser. Nate breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway," he continued, "he got real PO'd, and the lunged across the desk and screamed, 'I'll teach you to fuckin' talk to a human like that, you stupid monster!' And then, of course, the teacher screamed at him and he got three more detentions, so it was totally worth it."

Warren smiled, his light brown eyes shining. "Wow," he said quietly. "I'm sorry to say this, but I wouldn't have done that. I'm too..." He trailed off, unsure what to say.

"You're too shy's, what it is," Nate drawled languorously. "But that's okay, 'cause I'm gonna get your pretty self outta that shell," he drawled, flashing white teeth in the fading light. Warren blushed and said nothing, wondering if he really meant that.

In hindsight, Nate realized that maybe he shouldn't have said that, but decided it was too late to back out now. He took one more pull on his inch-long ciggarette and then tossed it out the window, blowing out smoke from his nostrils.

Time for a subject change.

"So Warren," he began, smiling when the blonde-haired boy looked up at him. "Wanna show me 'round?"

"N-now?"

"Of course now, ya crazy! What other time, midnight?" He grinned and hopped up, stretching. "Put a shirt on, unless, of course, it's easier for ya not to, and c'mon," he exclaimed, grinning excitedly.

Warren stared at him for a moment, then softly smiled. He gracefully pushed himself off the bed and strode for the door, looking over his shoulder and tucking his wings behind his back. Nate grinned again and glanced at his luggage. Warren followed his gaze and said, "If you'd like, we can stay and I'll help you with your suitcase."

Nate scratched his head, then shook it. "Nah, I'll just do it tomorrow. Today's Friday, after all, and we ain't got no school tomorrow." He suddenly looked slightly worried, and bit his bottom lip and chewed. "We ain't got school tomorrow, right? I dunno, this is the first mutant school I've ever been to."

"No, Saturday is like every other Saturday, along with Sunday," Warren reassured. Nate looked relieved.

"Alright! So, I'll just do it tomorrow then. Sad to say, but my powers make me procrastinate."

Warren grinned. "That's just an excuse."

"Damn right! Now, let's go meet some people, yeah?"

A/N: So, tell me what ya'll thought! Lol, the only reason I'm even making this story is 'cause my BFF is gay and he's in love with Angel from the X-Men movies. I'm basing Nate Quilkens offa him- the name (just the first), the looks, the place of birth, the way he speaks, everything. So, Natie, this is for you babydoll! :D Lol. Read and review!