Hey! Since my exams have finished, I've decided to start a new story! For those who have read my other story, don't worry, I'll be updating soon! Okay, so for my second fanfiction, I have decided to write a Havoc/OC story, cos he hasn't got nearly enough. Depending on how well received it is will depend on how often I update. I've got about seven chapters written so far? Special thanks to Maddie Rose, who gave excellent feedback on this! So please, read and tell me what you think! P.S. there's a few X-men trilogy references in here, see if you can spot them!
Disclaimer - I own nothing but my OC's!
In the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel.
Living in the garden of evil,
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed.
Shining like a fiery beacon
- Gods and Monsters, Lana Del Rey, Paradise Edition
Chapter One
Two men entered the small and shabby all night diner. It was mostly empty, save from the bored looking waitress behind the counter, and a few customers doted round the diner. The taller of the two men wrinkled his nose in disgust while the smaller man looked round.
"Well then, Charles," Erik Lehnsherr said. "Where is she?"
"She's here, Erik," Charles Xavier replied, his eyes studying the room. "Just have patience."
Erik sighed and he too looked round the room. From the bored look on his face, it was clear that he was unimpressed by the other customers, one of which was supposedly a mutant.
"What are we looking for this time?" He asked, not looking at Charles.
"I'm not entirely too sure," Charles confessed.
Erik scoffed.
"So the kid's machine didn't work this time? How are you even sure that this mutant's even here?"
"She's here, Erik. Have a little faith in me," Charles mused, smirking slightly.
"Whatever. I'm going to get a drink," Erik said before stalking off towards the counter.
Charles rolled his eyes slightly and sat down in an empty booth, near to the door. He sighed, and rubbed his temples, trying to find the girl. She was definitely close, Charles could tell from her surroundings. Sighing again, he focused on the thoughts of the other customers, trying to channel them to find who he was looking for. With his eyes closed, he didn't see the person slide into the seat opposite him until they spoke.
"It's you, isn't it?"
Charles opened his eyes to see a young woman sitting across from him. Well, he said woman but really she was only a teenager, eighteen at the most. Her light brown hair hung in soft curls, stopping just below her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled in the light.
"I'm sorry, can I help you?" Charles asked, trying to read her mind. The girl just smiled sweetly.
"You are looking for me, aren't you? Just like how right now, you're trying to read my mind," She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"How do you know that?" Charles asked, curious at the fact that he couldn't read her mind.
Instead of answering, the girl just smiled widely.
"You're clever, work it out. When you think about it, it's really quite obvious."
Charles' eyes narrowed in confusion. Again, he tried to find her thoughts and again he found nothing.
"I can't read your mind…You're mutation is mind based, almost like a shield," Charles said, trailing off.
Yet again, the girl just smiled.
"That's one of them," She said.
"You mean there's more to your mutation?" Charles asked and she nodded. "What is it?"
She simply smiled mischievously and looked over to where Erik was stood at the bar.
"In two minutes, the waitress will leave the room, taking three empty cups with her. The man over by the window will get up without paying his bill and knock over his chair. Your friend, Erik, will come over with-" She closed her eyes for a second, her face crinkling in thought. "-a beer. German beer. Strange choice but hey."
Charles looked at her, eyebrows raised in wonder.
"Oh, come on," The girl said, sensing his disbelief. "You can read minds. Trust me on this."
She turned to face the counter, so her back was to Charles. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, Charles leaned over so that he could see the bar. Sure enough, the young waitress with the bored expression picked up three empty mugs and headed through the door that led to the kitchen. As soon as she left, the shifty looking man who was sitting by the window stood up, and quickly tried to leave the diner but he tripped over a chair leg. After quickly recovering, he quickly left, his face flushed. Charles watched in awe as everything the girl predicted came true. Finally, Erik walked back over, glass in hand, sour look on his face.
"Four dollars for a pint, disgraceful…" He muttered, sitting down next to Charles. He didn't look up so did not see the girl sitting across the booth from him, or the amazed and curious look on Charles' face.
"Erik," Charles said. "I found her."
This caused Erik to look up. His eyes looked over the girl, making a mental note of how young she looked.
"So, what can you do?" Erik asked, a little abruptly. Instead of being taken back, the girl just smiled again.
"I'll show you," She said, holding up her hand and nodding at it, indicating for him to touch it. Erik warily held up is hand and slowly touched the palm of the girl's hand. As soon as he did, the girl inhaled sharply and her eyes closed. Erik looked towards Charles, who simply offered a smile. After about ten seconds, the girl's eyes fluttered up, and her hand shot back.
"Your name is Erik Lehnsherr. You were sent to Auschwitz concentration camp in 1944 where you were separated from your parents. You have the ability to manipulate metal and you met Charles here when you jumped in to the sea to try and crush-" She paused for a second, pressing two fingers to her temple. "Sebastian Shaw's submarine. After that you joined him in going to the CIA and are now trying to recruit other mutants." She finished with a small smile.
Erik was stunned. He look at Charles with a slightly bewildered look, then at the girl, then back to Charles. Charles simply sat there, smug grin on his face while the girl sat and grinned mischievously.
"I told you she was here," Charles said.
Mouth slightly ajar, Erik looked towards Charles.
"Ok then, you win."
"So then," Charles said, turning to the girl. "What is your mutation?"
"In a nutshell? Precognition and post cognition. I can see people's pasts and futures. I can see the future just through my mind but I have to touch a person to see their past," The girl explained.
"How can I not read your mind?" Charles asked.
"Mental shield," The girl said simply. "It means that while you could speak to me telepathically, you wouldn't be able to read my mind unless I lowered the shield."
"Can you?"
The girl shrugged.
"Probably. I don't know, I've never really needed to."
Charles nodded and looked at Erik.
"I suppose you know why we're here?" Erick asked. The girl nodded.
"Yes. You want me to come with you, so that you can stop Sebastian Shaw from starting a war between America and Russia," She said, with a frosty tone to her voice.
"That's not all," Charles said, causing the girl to look at him in question. "We can provide you with a home, security, a family. You won't have to be alone."
"Who says I'm alone?" She said sharply.
"Then who…." Erik asked. The girl's expression softened.
"Aiden…My kid brother…" She muttered.
"Is he?"
"Like us? Yeah."
"What is his mutation?" Charles asked.
"Hydrokinesis," The girl said.
"Ah, the ability to manipulate water," Charles commented.
"Yeah, that's what it is. He sometimes has trouble controlling it, but I think that's mostly due to his age."
"How old is he?"
"Aiden? He's fourteen," The girl answered, fiddling with her sleeve.
"And how old are you?"
"Seventeen. But, Aiden, he's just a kid. I don't want him involved in anything that could be dangerous."
"Understood," Erik nodded. "Where is he?"
"Washington. He's staying with a….friend of mine."
"Right then," Charles said. "Shall we?"
The girl smiled, a genuine smile. They all stood up and began to walk towards the door, the girl in the front.
"Wait," Charles said, causing the girl to turn back to look at him. "We don't even know your name."
The girl smiled.
"It's Lyndsey. My name is Lyndsey Pryde."
"You didn't mention the whole 'government facility' situation," Lyndsey said, looking wearily at the military base. She stood in between Charles and Erik, looking at the base with mistrust. Charles and Erik shared a questioning glance at each other, before Charles place a hand on Lyndsey's shoulder.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Just….bad experience, that's all," She replied quickly. "Are we going in?"
She hurried forward, leaving the two men in her wake. Erik turned to Charles.
"Are you sure you can't read her mind? It would come in handy around about now," Erik said, his eyes flickering to the back of Lyndsey's head.
Charles sighed.
"I've tried but she definitely has some form of mental shield on her thoughts," He replied. He was still in awe of the young girl's power to see the future, and how she could completely block Charles' attempts to read her mind without even trying. She was powerful, there was no denying that.
"There's something…off about her," Erik said. "Like she's not telling us everything."
"Well, you are hardly the most open person, now are you Erik?" Charles said, smiling slightly at Erik's pursed expression. "Give her time, she'll open up."
Erik a noise that sounded halfway between a grunt and a sigh but followed Charles as he walked towards the girl.
Is everything alright?
Lyndsey turned round to look at Charles, who stood there with a concerned look on his face. It felt strange for Lyndsey, she'd never really had someone look at her like that. Well, with the exception of Aiden, but she thought that didn't really count. She was always the one taking care of him. But the way Charles looked at her, was almost…fatherly. She quickly nodded her head, ridding it of her previous thoughts.
Everything's fine. It's just, you could say, I've simply had bad experiences with the Government, that's all.
Would you like to talk about it?
Maybe. But not now. I think Erik's getting a bit annoyed at being left out of the mental loop. And someone's coming anyway.
Charles looked away from Lyndsey's blue eyes to Erik, who stood there, with a questioning look on his face. Lyndsey looked between the two, wondering if they were having a mental conversation between them two selves. From the nods from Charles and the eye darting from Erik, Lyndsey assumed they were.
"Sorry to interrupt," She said, stepping in between them. "But I think your friend Moria's on her way. And I think it's quite urgent."
Just as Lyndsey said that, Agent Moria McTaggert walked round the corner, nearly bumping into Charles. The auburn haired woman was dressed formally and smiled politely ay Lyndsey.
"Charles, Erik, you're back," She said. "And who's this?"
"Moria, this is Lyndsey Pryde. Lyndsey, this is Agent Moria McTaggert. She was the one who made this all possible," Charles explained, a hint of pride in his voice. Lyndsey smiled and politely shook Moria's outstretched hand.
"Nice to meet you," Lyndsey smiled. Moria returned the smile before turning to Charles.
"Charles, Erik, we're needed for a briefing," She said.
"Okay then. Lyndsey, I'll introduce you to everyone," Charles said, looking over towards Lyndsey. Lyndsey suddenly tensed, pulling her sleeves over her knuckles.
What if they don't like me? She thought. I haven't had a lot of experience with people my age.
They'll love you, Charles assured her. They're like you, they'll understand.
Although she still looked a bit uncertain, Lyndsey nodded. Charles smiled reassuringly.
"Come on then," He said. "Time for you to meet everyone."
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