This is my first ever x men fanfic,

and is set directly after X men first class, which is probably the best prequel ever.

Set firstly in Alex/Havok's POV. who know's who will be next? :)


I pushed the professor down the garden path. The day was rimy; clouds gathering and a dampness seeping from every corner. I missed America.

"Are you ok, Professor?" I asked, shoving my hands deep inside my pockets.

"I'm fine, thank you Alex. This wheelchair will indeed take some getting used to though…" He trailed off as Moira's frame disappeared into the fog.

"She'll be back." I tried to comfort him, but just ended up sounding like a pervy robot.

"That's very optimistic of you. Well, I can always hope I suppose." He lapsed into silence.

"What was it you'd like to talk to me about Charles?" We came to a fountain, and I sat on a surrounding bench, facing him.

"I won't be around for the next few days, and I need you to just not fight with everyone, or bicker, or provoke." He stared at me very seriously.

I rolled my eyes. This is what he wanted to talk about?

Yes, it is Alex. His voice spoke in my head. That always gave me the creeps. Please be kind to each other. There will be other mutants arriving, and I would prefer it if they came to a peaceful environment.

"Don't think peace is my thing." I muttered.

"Would you rather go back to solitary confinement?" He didn't speak harshly, but there was an edge of sharpness in his voice. I was flooded with memories of quietness, of nothingness and empty space. Hours and hours of silence, hours of nothingness folding in on each other as it became an innumerable amount of time. All to be heard was my breath; in, out. In, out…

I clamped my mouth into a grimace. "I'll behave."

"Thank you." His shoulders sagged as he looked at the countryside below. "Now, I must be off. I can see you're wondering what I'll be doing, and it's nothing serious. Just research. But when I come back, we're going mutant hunting." His face spread out into a grin, and he turned around. I smiled and watched him roll back down the path.

"Oh and Alex," He called, halfway towards the house.

I looked up at his cleanly shaven face. "Keep practising. Don't let it control you." And he wheeled away, without a backwards glance.

I scratched my head and continued to look at the water spurting from the weathered marble.


"Give me the remote or I will set you on fire." I glared at Hank. He chortled and sniggered as I tried to snatch it off him. It was no use, he was far too big. "Now." I growled.

"Alright you prissy son of-" He didn't get any further before I grabbed the remote and glowered at the television screen. Hank, Sean and I were having dinner and watching a nonsensical program. We sat around a glowing fire, eating toast and milk. Not much of a dinner, but none of us knew how to cook.

"The tv is really terrible over here." I grumbled.

"You get used to it. Sometimes, it's even funny." Sean said. He was lying upside down on the couch, staring blank faced at the screen.

"That's unlikely." Hank muttered. We both ignored him. He was in a foul mood because his girlfriend left him to join some crazy cult. You wanted to feel bad for him, but he made it impossible by being such a douche all the time. "I'm going for a walk." He stalked out of the room.

We watched him leave with indifference. I sat next to Sean, who was tracing patterns in his trousers.

"You're not leaving, are you?" He asked, glancing up, his ginger hair flopping.

"No," I sighed. "This is the only home I have. What about you?" I poked him in the back.

"Nope. My shite pick up lines and shocking sense of navigation means I'll be staying here for the time being." He let his head fall back to the ground.

"How are you not dizzy?" I asked.

"I never said I wasn't." He replied. Now that I look at him, his face had turned an unnatural shade of red…

"We have a problem." Hank burst through the door.

I was on my feet like lightning. "What? What is it?"

"We're out of bread and milk. And all food for that matter."

"That's the problem?" Sean exclaimed, barely controlling his irritation.

"Well, then someone should obviously go get some, unless you would like to starve." I said rolling my eyes at Hank.

"I vote you." Hank sneered. I ignored him.

"Actually, sorry Alex, but I agree with him." Sean looked away sheepishly.

"What? Why me?" I frowned.

"Because I'm big, and blue, and hairy."

"And my social skills are crap." Sean shrugged.

I groaned. "For the love of… Fine. Where does Charles keep the money?"

"In the top left hand cupboard, in the kitchen." Hank said.

I jogged to the kitchen and grabbed some random notes, hoping I could get food to last for a few days.

"See you in a while." I popped my head around the door. Sean was standing by the door and Hank was lying down on the sofa.

It was drizzling. I ran to the car and started the engine. It was quite a modern model, and I sped down the lane. There was a village a few miles out, but I liked to drive fast, so I was at the local grocer's in only fifteen minutes.

I don't think I'd ever shopped for food before, but it didn't look too hard. Washing powder, milk, bread, carrots, beans, food I liked. After I'd taken at least six massive bars of chocolate and coca cola, I paid the woman at the counter. Her hair was slick with hairspray, and her face discoloured from high blood pressure.

Outside, there was a very skinny boy with long, raggedy blonde hair. He was sopping wet, and his face was tucked into his neck. His little cap sat next to him. I dropped a few coins into it without anybody noticing, and kept on my way. I didn't see him stir, or his glass eyes follow my departing figure.

I didn't even hear him follow me.


Slow first chapter...