Ok, this is the story of Mimic and what happens when she enters the Xavier institute. Warnings for bad language and eventual smut. Constructive criticism is welcomed but flames are not! I can't wait to see what you guys think! I'm not sure whether to continue this so reviews/comments are welcome. Disclaimer; I own nothing apart from my own character. :D Hope you like it! xxx


"Everybody, we have a new student joining us today. Please welcome her to the institute." Storm smiled warmly at the girl at the back of the classroom, as every other student turned to stare at the newcomer.

Her name was Mimic.

She shifted uneasily under their scrutiny. They all took in her appearance including the livid purple bruise around her eye and the split in her full lips. She defiantly held her head high and sat down in the nearest seat she came to. She would never show weakness. Ever.

Storm carried on with the lesson trying to smooth over the awkward silence. Mimic just kept her head down, she didn't want attention. She would be leaving soon anyway – it was best not to make friends. As soon as she could she would be running down that long driveway and back into the night, where she belonged. She didn't belong here in this mansion with other mutants. She was dangerous. That's what she told Professor Xavier, but he didn't listen. They thought they were rescuing her.

Idiots.


They found her in a disused station. She had found a room that was still weatherproof and barricaded the door. She boarded up the windows with whatever she could find. She was safe. She waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for, maybe death, who knows? But she waited. She hardly slept; she needed to be awake in case he came back. She was weak when they came to 'save' her - that was her only excuse for how she didn't escape. Adamantium claws ripped through the barricade easily leaving the doorway empty. She watched through half lidded eyes as a man (who she later learned was Wolverine) looked at her, startled to find a young girl. "Storm! Jean!" He shouted to the two women while lifting Mimic off the bed as she slowly passed out.

When she next woke she was in a white room, with only the quiet beeping of medical apparatus to disturb the silence. She opened her eyes slowly to see a man covered in blue fur inspecting a clipboard next to her bed. Before she could utter a word he said "Ah, you're awake. Wonderful. My name is Hank McCoy, I'm a doctor here at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. Could you tell me your name?"

Mimic just looked at him in horror; "What have you done? What HAVE YOU DONE!!? PUT ME BACK! PUT ME BACK WHERE I WAS!"

Hank just looked at her in confusion, "Now, now dear there's no need to panic. You are quite safe. Professor Xavier is on his way to see you. If you just-"

"PUT ME BACK!" As Mimic shouted the last word a wave of power erupted from her, sending Hank and most of the contents of the room smashing into the opposite wall.

"Shit." She started to pull off all the wires that were connected to her as Hank was still in a daze. She swung her legs over the bed and thanked god that she wasn't wearing a stupid hospital gown. She had managed to sneak out of the door and was halfway down the corridor when a man in a wheelchair appeared at the end of the corridor. "I see you are already awake. Welcome to the Xavier Institute. It's a safe place for mutants like you and I. My name is Professor Xavier and this is Jean." He gestured to a tall red-headed woman by his side, she smiled warmly.

"Why did you move me? Do you have any idea what you've done?" Mimic's eyes flashed in anger.

"If we hadn't moved you, you would be dead; that station was about to be demolished. Now, Jean will find you some clothes and then we shall talk, after I have checked on Dr. McCoy of course." Professor Xavier powered past her and into the room she had just exited as Jean turned the other way.

Seeing no other option for the moment, Mimic followed Jean into a room with strange leather uniforms hung up next to sleek closets.

"Here we are. I thought that you would like some clothes to cover up. Wouldn't want to walk around the institute like that now would we?" Jean smiled as she passed a small bundle of folded up clothes to Mimic.

"Lady, I'm not five. No need to patronise me." As Mimic dressed, Jean took in the painfully thin ribs and the blotchy bruises that covered her torso. Jean's smile faltered.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then."

Mimic just snorted in return. It was a skill that she prided herself on; making people uncomfortable. Mimic smiled to herself, well this should 'talk' with the professor should be fun (!)

Once she was dressed, Jean escorted Mimic up to Professor Xavier's office. She felt ridiculous; she was wearing the school's tracksuit. It had the logo on every piece of clothing; she may as well be a walking advert. She sat down heavily in the chair while Jean moved to stand behind Professor Xavier. "We have searched all our computers and there seems to be no record of you at all. So, I would like you to stay here at the school, we can keep you safe and we can teach you how to control your powers. Then you can leave and have a relatively normal life." Mimic just scowled. "Or we can contact child services." They really left her little choice.

"Well. Both choices are just so enticing you know I really can't choose, but I suppose if I must then I'll stay." Mimic's sarcasm was scathing but the Professor seemed unfazed.

"Wonderful. I'll get Storm to show you to your new room, it's quite late and your body needs to recuperate. You will find your things already in your room."

As he finished speaking, a woman with white hair walked into the room. "If you'd like to follow me?"

Mimic got up from her chair and followed the older woman up the stairs.

Storm walked along the corridor and stopped in front of a wooden door. "Well, this is it. You're very lucky you have a room all to yourself. Goodnight Mimic, I'll see you in the morning for class. It starts at 9 am sharp in the classroom we passed on the way here." With that Storm turned and walked away.


Mimic opened the door to reveal a modest room with a single bed and en suite bathroom. She walked across the room to the large window that looked over the grounds. Are they stupid? She didn't want to be here and yet they put her in a room with a window that actually opens. Yeah that's really smart. Mimic thought to herself as she grabbed her rucksack that someone had placed in 'her' room and opened the window. She quietly climbed out of the window and carefully shut it behind her. She had a little bit of difficulty getting down to the ground from two floors up but she managed. She landed on the grass with a soft thump. She got to her feet and ran down the lawn to the looming gates, trying to be as quiet as possible.

She swore violently as she noticed a silhouette leaning nonchalantly against the gates. "Where do you think you're going Kid?" A low voice asked her. It was the man with the adamantium claws. Wolverine. He smirked "And a kid your age shouldn't know words like that."

She sighed. Another person patronising her - Great! "Well you know I was just thinking of taking a midnight stroll, round my new home." She lied easily.

"Kid, I've run away enough times to recognise when someone else is doing it. C'mon, Chuck said that you got to stay." He gestured for her to turn back the way she had come. She stubbornly didn't move a muscle. "Or do you want me to carry you back?" He reached out, but she shrank from his touch and stomped back up the hill, towards the school. Wolverine followed chuckling quietly thinking to himself; She's feisty.

And after a restless night, that's how she found herself in the classroom being introduced to the other students.

While the lesson dragged on Mimic thought about her plans. Would it be inconceivable to stay? At least until she could control her powers better and maybe she would see Wolverine again. She couldn't help but be drawn to him. After all, she was only human.

Weeks passed and still Mimic didn't make any friends. It wasn't that she was unfriendly it was just that she wasn't used to having to be sociable. It was exhausting. She often escaped to the garage to see Wolverine. Or Logan, as she had heard others call him. She slipped into the large garage and searched until she found a pair of jeans clad legs sticking out from under a motorbike. "Hand me that wrench would ya?" Logan asked her. Of course he had known she was in the garage the moment she stepped through the door. He had taken to liking her visits, she never spoke much and that's how he liked it. At first he had been puzzled by her constant visits but over time he had come to enjoy them. "You know kid, if you like motors so much I have a book that might interest ya." Mimic stared at Logan's legs. She didn't even know Logan could read, let alone own any books. "Cool." He smirked at her short reply and got up from under the bike. "It's in my room, follow me."

Professor Xavier was worried. He had kept a close eye on Mimic since she joined the school and he was concerned because she hadn't made many friends. So to help remedy this situation he asked Storm to talk to Rogue for him.

Storm bumped into Rogue in the corridor between classes; "Rogue! I've been looking for you. I was wondering if you could help me out with something?"

Rogue frowned slightly; "Sure. What is it?"

"Well, you know the new student that joined a couple of weeks ago? Mimic?"

"The girl who's by herself a lot? She's the tall one with black hair right?" Rogue queried.

"Yeah. That's her. Well, she doesn't seem to be making many friends at the moment and as her powers are similar to yours I was wondering if you could maybe, you know, befriend her?" Storm looked at Rogue, waiting for her answer.

"Her powers are similar? How?" Rogue was intrigued; she had never really met another mutant like her before.

"Well, if she touches another mutant she can mimic their powers, but she doesn't endanger their lives." Rogue felt a stab of jealousy; Mimic could touch people without fear while she could not. Storm continued "And you know I thought of another thing you have in common. She is often at the garage as well. She visits Logan, just like you used to." Storm was oblivious to the raging anger that had engulfed Rogue. She felt obsolete, who was this girl? Was she trying to replace her? She had powers like hers and she was trying to monopolise Logan. Rogue quickly smiled; "Of course I'll talk to her."

By this time, Mimic was on her way out of Logan's room smiling to herself. She had just left Logan; she liked visiting him because he gave her space. He didn't try to make her talk or put pressure on her to be sociable. Rogue saw her exit Logan's room, her anger heightened. She decided to wait outside Mimic's room so that Logan wouldn't hear what she was about to do.

As Mimic rounded the corner of the corridor she noticed a girl waiting outside her door. She was a pretty girl, clothes covered her entire body and she had two white streaks in her hair. Mimic smiled slightly; "Hi."

Rogue glared at Mimic; "What the hell do you think you're doing? Leave Logan alone, he's mine!" Rogue grabbed her by the throat with her bare hand and pinned her to the wall. Mimic felt a draining sensation, almost as if the life were being sucked out of her. She realised it must be the girls power. She struggled to raise her hand and clamp it onto the girl's wrist. Mimic was using her own power against her. They stared at each other, both in immense pain but neither willing to give in.

Mimic didn't hear the footsteps rounding the corner, but her opponent obviously did. She let go of Mimic's throat hastily. Logan's voice floated round the corner; "Mimic you forgot the book..." Before Mimic even had time to drop her hand, she was slammed away from the girl. Someone was shouting "Rogue! Rogue! Are you alright?"

Mimic blinked wearily, Logan was on the floor next to a collapsed Rogue. He looked at Mimic accusingly. "What have you done?" His anger radiated off him as he growled low in his throat.

Mimic realised how cunning Rogue was in that moment. When she had heard Logan coming, she had dropped her hand and made it seem like Mimic was attacking Rogue instead of defending herself.

"What?! It's not how it looked!" Mimic tried to explain, but Rogue was murmuring to Logan so he ignored her. "Screw this." Mimic stalked off, not wanting to be there. As she looked back she caught Rogue smiling triumphantly while Logan glared after her. Bitch, Mimic hated her. What had she ever done to her?

Mimic stormed out of the building into the grounds and the cool night air. She breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself. She wouldn't go back in there tonight, what was the point? No-one would believe her anyway. She found her favourite bench, the night wasn't too cold and it didn't look like it would rain. So she lay down on the bench, hoping to get some semblance of sleep. She had slept in worse places.


The morning came and with it a sense of dread. Mimic, can you please come to my office? The Professors voice spoke into her head. She briefly closed her eyes; then reluctantly got up off the bench. Her neck felt sore, she carefully felt the tender bruises in a ring around her neck. She quickly covered them with her collar. She didn't want anyone's sympathy. She didn't need it. As she walked through the halls, the students she passed gave her looks full of disgust. Whispers followed her every move, obviously everybody had heard about her fight with Rogue. Occasionally a shoulder would bump into hers or a foot would swipe at her shoes. She stumbled but thankfully did not fall.

She reached the Professors door; she tentatively reached for the door handle. She entered the room and glanced up at the other occupants before meeting the Professor's eyes, defiantly. Logan, Storm, Jean and Rogue all had their eyes trained on her.

The Professor took in her tired eyes and defensive behaviour; "I wanted to hear all sides of the story, before we take any action. I have heard from Logan what he saw, Rogue feels too distressed to tell me what happened so we can only ask you."

"Well why don't you just read my mind?" Mimic retorted angrily.

"Because that is an invasion of privacy and I would prefer to hear it from you." The Professor looked directly at Mimic knowingly.

"Well, you can tell if I'm lying can't you?" At this Rogue paled slightly. "She's a head case. I was just walking along minding my own business and –"

The Professor interrupted her for a moment, by holding up his hand. Mimic immediately fell silent. "I'm sorry, but we are going to have to continue this later. I wouldn't have called you if I knew we were going to be interrupted so soon, but it seems that there is some kind of emergency with the Senate. They want to pass an anti-mutant law. Jean, Storm come with me. We must stop this. Logan stay here please."

Logan muttered; "Babysitting again. Great."

After a long, tense silence Logan said "Look, we might be here for a long time so can we just work out what the hell happened?"

Rogue tried to look as fragile as possible; "Well, I introduced myself to her and tried to be her friend. Storm had asked me to be nice to her because, you know, she had no friends." At this she smirked pointedly. "Then she just went nuts and attacked me! –"

"That's Bullshit! You –" Mimic was about to unleash a torrent of insults on Rogue when Logan interrupted;

"Shut up! It's her turn first and then you can have your say. Alright!?"

Rogue continued "I couldn't use my powers on her because I didn't want to kill her! I'm not a murderer! Thank god you came along, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't!"

Logan looked at Rogue sympathetically, he turned to Mimic sharply; "Ok, Your turn."

"What's the point? You're never going to believe me! You've already taken her side over mine!" Mimic went to leave.

Logan grabbed her arm and growled "Just tell me!"

"FINE!" Mimic snatched her arm out of his grasp. "Like I said, I was just walking along, going back to my room after I had seen you. She was waiting at my door and then she strangles me round the neck! She started using her power on me, so I used it back on her. What was I supposed to do, just let her do it?!"

Logan could sense truth but he still looked doubtful.

Rogue chose this moment to speak up "YOU provoked me! And I didn't strangle you, you're such a liar!"

"I'm done with this." Mimic turned abruptly and had her hand on the door before Logan grabbed her again. This time he dislodged her jacket and exposed her bruised neck. He withdrew his hand quickly looking at her in astonishment. She stared at him without saying anything. Before he could utter a word she ran out of the room, desperate for him not to see her tears.

As she ran back to her room, she could hear Logan shouting at Rogue. They were having a screaming match.


She slammed the door of her room after her and collapsed on to the bed. She would not cry. She wouldn't. She didn't know how long she lay there trying not to cry. Thoughts whirled around her head; how could they turn on her so quickly? Why did no one ever believe her? Something like this always happened. She shouldn't have been surprised. She shouldn't have even bothered to unpack. After a while she heard a soft knock on the door. Storm's muffled voice came through the door "Mimic? The Professor would like to see you, please."

Mimic sighed, when did she get so vulnerable? She squared her shoulders and steeled herself. She opened the door and saw the concerned look on Storm's face. She didn't speak. Mimic followed Storm down to Professor Xavier's office and found a familiar scene. All the same people were there from earlier. The Professor disturbed the silence; "We have decided that both of you shall be put into the Isolation Room. Rogue you have lied to us and have attacked Mimic without provocation. It is completely unacceptable. Mimic you have intentionally used your powers against a fellow student. This is not how we do things here at the Xavier Institute. Neither of you will be able to use your powers in the room."

Both girls looked at each other with eyes full of hatred. "How long do we have to stay there?" Rogue asked. "A week will be plenty I think." The professor replied.

Mimic exploded; "WHAT THE F-"

"MIMIC!" The Professors voice rang out, full of reproach.

"It's so unfair! I was only defending myself! What do you think she would have done if I hadn't? She attacked me and yet I get punished!" Mimic raged, only slightly quieter than she was before.

"Rogue, Mimic, please follow me." Jean said quietly, before Rogue could shout back.

Rogue and Mimic followed Jean out of the Office to the Isolation room. Logan came up beside Mimic; "Look kid, I just said what I saw. It really looked like you were attacking Rogue...." He trailed off.

Mimic knew this was supposed to be an apology and in Logan's mind it was, but she was too angry to care; "1. I don't need your lame apology. 2. Maybe you should try thinking with that tiny thing you call a brain rather than relying on your sight. And 3; I'm not a Kid so stop calling me one! The name is MIMIC, M-I-M-I-C!" She stepped into the white room with Rogue and glared at Logan as the door closed. She knew why Logan taking Rogue's side hurt so much, it was because she liked him. She had gotten too attached. She liked him too much.

It had only been a couple of days and yet Logan found himself missing the quiet presence of Mimic. He berated himself; why am I so caught up with a kid? Although... like she said she's not really a Kid. He remembered asking her how old she was, her reply was; "I dunno, 20 something?" She was so small she could pass for a high school student and she had no education so she was put into the sophomore class with extra classes. He wondered why he missed her presence; he had never craved company before, so why did he keep thinking about her? Suddenly Logan heard a loud crash that shook the walls of the garage. He immediately got out from under the bike and ran out his claws.