Title: Outside Looking In

Warning: Nothing major,in my case at least. Slight violence, cursing, nothing much else.

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters in this story or the tv show. The only thing I'm adding is the character Elizabeth.

A/N: This is pretty much just for fun. So don't go and kill me because I'm adding in my own character. I really don't care. It's not like me at all, I know, but I felt like it when I was rewatching all of these old superhero cartoons I grew up on. So, this I what I'd want a character to be like if I made her. Taking place within the first season, seeing as I've only rewatched up to there, and I can't much remember anything else. XD And I swear this isn't a mary-sue.

Outside Looking In:

Prologue

What is with the bad guys and always hitting you in the head? Well, that was actually a stupid question, really. Why not the head? It does a good job in knocking anyone out. Or giving them a concussion or just making them all discombobulated for a while. Really though, damn it hurts! Of course, I realized that now, but I never thought I'd had to. Maybe that's what comes with having your newest friends being crazy mutant superheroes.

Hopefully they are the superhero type and can come find me. Where ever I am…

It's dark, really dark. So much so I can't see more than a foot in front of me and it sucks. Here I thought having friends would be fun. Well, new friends. I have friends. Just not...here. And not the type that can come SAVE ME!

It was a win-lose situation. Win, because hey, I got new friends. Lose, because I'm the hostage now. A hostage? Man, I didn't wake up today and say "Well, maybe I'll become the hostage for the enemy of my new friends so they can come into a trap and everyone possible dies! Sounds like a good day!"

Lovely. Just, lovely.

Well, while I'm stuck here, might as well go from the beginning…

Chapter One

The Invisible Girl

"Alright, today is the day everyone get's their semester project. Due in one month, I'm handing out the rubrics with your topic and who your partner is."

I could hear the whole class groaning at Mr. Greerman's newest assignment, even in my sleep. If there is one way to make the whole class hate you at once, it was to give them a project that involved working with someone they didn't pick. It disrupted the balance of the high school world, make different people mingle and talk. Horrible, isn't it?

When the paper landed on my head, I just turned the other way. Greerman was cool like that and he knew about my sleeping in class habit. That's why I loved history so much. He gave out another order to find your partner and start planning it. This would be a fun class. And no one will get anything done.

The class all mumbling stood up to go get their project buddy, I wanted to smash my head on the desk because they were so loud, and how could anyone ever sleep in here?! Teenagers don't know how to lower their freaking voices, but maybe that's a good thing, as I heard someone say:

"Who's Elizabeth Finch?"

"I don't know, man. I didn't even know we had an Elizabeth in our class."

This made me want to laugh, stand up and shout, and also slap someone. I wasn't that hard to remember, was I? But, Mr. G being awesome fixed everything by telling the two males (their voices were masculine, and I also had a good idea of who they were by the accents) who I was, and hopefully pointing the way over to me. It was kind of sad how no one knew who I was, when I sat in the very first desk in class.

"Good luck with her." One of the boy's said to his friend, going off with his own partner.

The next thing that came was an "Excuse me—" but I cut him off, raising a hand and slapped away the finger that was coming down to poke my shoulder.

I lifted by head up just enough to see who my newest partner was and let out a groan from the sleep still covering me, not at who it was. I was actually very happy with who it was, because I've been meaning to talk to the kid for a while now, but never got the guts. The accent just gave it all away.

"Don't poke me, I hate that." I said, finally lifting my body from the desk and stretching long and hard.

"But, vern't you asleep? I mean—" His voice was sort of startled, maybe because just now he realized I existed. Pretty pathetic, hu?

"Ya, I was. But now I'm not. I could hear you the whole time. Doesn't everyone know how to pay attention in their sleep?" I rubbed my eyes, getting all the sleep out and grabbed the project paper from the floor. I had a feeling this was going to be a long day.

"Sorry, I didn't—" I interrupted him again with a finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet.

"So, we have to do a project on a point in time that changed history? Simple enough…" I looked up at him, grinning at how very confused he seemed. The dark black/blue hair, dark eyes, and the sort of face that seemed maybe too good. "I'm Elizabeth Finch, as you don't know. Liz or Elly for short. Not Beth though. Don't like it. And you're Kurt, right?"

He seemed almost embarrassed, which was fine. Everyone was either embarrassed or freaked out when they met me. I was used to it, but he still didn't seem okay with it. I know why. It's because I knew him and he didn't know me at all.

"Ah, I never said I didn't—"

"Don't sweat it. I bet you half the class doesn't even know my name. It's nothing. Now, pull up a seat and sit down. We got work to do, my German friend." I muttered, reading through the rubric for the second time.

He moved the desks around, like everyone else, and I could still feel his discomfort. Normally, even if you do get assigned a partner, you know who they are. No one ever knew Liz, but I always knew them. I was just the kind of person.

"How do you know I'm German?" Was the first question he asked. It made me laugh slightly.

"The accent, or are you from another European country? Please, correct me if I'm wrong." I smirked his way, trying not to be too cocky. It wasn't working.

"No, you are right." He turned his gaze away from mine, his eyes darting down to his own paper. "So, what event did you want to do?"

"I don't know. Oh, I almost forgot," I turned to him, my grey eyes looking into his dark ones. "Are you a procrastinator?"

He looked confused again, and embarrassed. "Sorry, my English isn't that good. What is pro..crastanta?"

I laughed again. He was really cute with the confusion and the accent. My laugh made him pout in something that was supposed to be anger, but didn't make it all the way. Kurt was definitely going to be one of my favorite partners. Plus, maybe I could get close to the rest of his friends too.

Maybe I should explain a little more, who I am that is.

Elizabeth Finch, sixteen years old, 5'4'', curly brown hair, grey eyes, and wise in almost every class except Spanish and math. I'm also the least noticed person in the whole school. Only about fifteen people know my name, three of which I actually talk too, and the rest of the world is clueless. I've always thought it kind of funny how almost no one knows me, but I know them.

Like Kurt here, who was listening as I explained what a procrastinator was, which I could already tell he was, but that was okay. I could be the good student for once and get it all done on time. Kurt Wagner was in four of my classes. And he still didn't know who I was. His friend, Evan, who he was talking to earlier, is in two of them. Both of which are part of the little groups of new students that show up here every once in a while. Which it seems I only notice. Again. It's like I'm invisible or something. The invisible girl. Great. High school is just so much fun like that.

"So, vhen do you vant to get together and get this bad boy done?"

We finally decided on a topic, the dropping of the first atomic bombs on Japan in World War II. I chose it, because I knew no one else would, because this class just isn't the smartest group. They wouldn't even turn in a topic until a week before the project was due. That's why I asked if he was a procrastinator, so I could be on time, because god knows if we both were…which I actually was. Sadly.

"Well, whenever is fine by me. After school in the library, my place, your place."

I noticed him tense up at the mentioning of me going over to his house, which was weird, but then again not. Maybe he had some crazy house with a crazy mom or dad or something. A wild pig in the backyard, maybe?

"Uh, maybe we should just stick with your house. Mine is…" He didn't finish, just rubbed the back of his neck and averted his gaze. I wouldn't push it. I knew his name, classes, and who he hangs out with. It's just the usual school stuff. There really was no reason to push into his home life.

"No problem. My place it is. It's just me there until about six when my mom and brother come home. Tomorrow after school than?" I was collecting all my things, seeing as the minute hand was getting closer to the point in which the bell would ring for lunch. I liked being the first one out, because there was that one second where there was no one in the halls but you.

"Yes, of course. See you then." I saluted him a good-bye, opening the door just when the chiming came in and was gone before it came the second time.

"Man, my new Historly partner is so…"

"Weird?"

"Yes! She's just, man!"

The group was sitting around their usual table. Scott, Jean, Evan, Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue. Talking and eating like friends normally do. Looking normal. Kurt was giving his situation more depth, trying to make it sound worse than it was with his little group. Jean and Scott looked at each other, giving off that look of knowing, like they were going to cut into Evan's and Kurt's little conversation, because they knew it wasn't all that kind of them.

"Guys, it's not exactly the best thing to be calling this girl weird. Do you even know her, Kurt?" Jean pushed in, being the goodie-goodie conscious to everyone like she always did, with Scott there to back her up at anytime.

"No! And that's the ploblem! She even admitted that no one knew her. I hate to agree, but she's right. Evan and I have been in that class for months, and neither of us knew vho she vas!" He groaned out in frustration and covered his head with his hands, trying to hide from everyone. Evan was right there with him, feeling somewhere between embarrassment and being a total ass.

"Well, like, what's her name? One of us has to know her, right? Both Scott and Jean have been here long enough. She's not, like, new or anything, is she?" Kitty piped in, taking a bit of her sandwich.

"No, not new. Her name is Elizabeth Finch. Liz."

There was a silence over the table, everyone thinking hard about who exactly I was. And one after the other, they all gave a sort shrug and gave up. Which only made Kurt feel worse, because this chick was unnoticeable. Me.

"Cheer up, Fuzz-ball. You'd think you'd be all happy to have a girl as a partner." Rogue said, rolling her eyes.

"It's not like she isn't cute. It's just--"

"I can't believe I'm telling you this, but lighten up. It'll be fine. And if no one knows her, maybe you two could be friends." Typical Scott.

"Ya, ya. It's still so akvard."

"Don't worry, Kurt. It'll be fine. And we can help too." Jean decided for the whole group, who all nodded, whether they were with her or not. That's just what a group of friends like that did for each other. How very nice of them.

And that's how all this stuff began.

A/N: There ya go, first part done. Second part should be up rather soon, seeing as this is just for fun and I'm really not trying to make it perfect, which you can probably tell, looking at my writing…teehee. So read and review and give me something to work with!