The sun shone through the clouds, almost the brightest it's ever been this whole afternoon, it was either that or Rebecca had gotten used to how dark the garden looked from it being blocked for five minutes. Even though it was mostly sunny, there was still the chill of the winter breeze blowing around, fighting to get the last word before it dies away and summer emerges. Rebecca hummed out to a song as she went back to her trashcan and threw away a couple of weeds. She turned back around and went back to her spot, wiping sweat from her brow and giving her legs a stretch from crouching down for so long. She closed her eyes and rolled her neck around and around to ease the tension off of her body.

"You should get a job" came the annoying voice to her left, "You've been home for too long and will run out of space to plant stuff"

Rebecca opened her eyes into a glare as she turned to the source of the voice; her cat. When the family cat figured out that Rebecca could understand what he was saying, she thought that he would be ecstatic to have someone in the family to talk to. Instead, every second of every day Chase finds a way to make himself useful by insulting whatever she does. Like in this case, telling her to get a job or plant catnip for him to destroy when it's not even coming up off of the ground.

"I only just graduated two weeks ago" Rebecca replied back.

She crouched down to her plants and carefully examined the ground. She brushed her fingertips over the newly soiled ground before her hands brushed over a little bub just barely peeking out. Rebecca smiled to herself before out of the corner of her eye came Chase as he rubbed himself onto his back dangerously near her plants.

"Didn't you tell your parents that some of your friends had already gotten jobs?" Chase asked.

Rebecca didn't reply, only dipped her fingers into the water pail and splashed it onto her cat. Chase instinctively jumped out of the way with a meow before he hissed at her from a couple of feet down the trail.

"You deserved it!" Rebecca called back.

Rebecca let out a laugh before she turned around and gasped when she realized that someone was watching her.

She shot up from the ground and dusted off her pants, hoping that whoever these two people were that they didn't see her talking to her cat. The tall, lanky one seemed almost as uncomfortable as she was at this moment as he cast his eyes away and glanced down the street with his big glasses. The other was a man in a wheelchair with blue eyes and short hair that you could tell had a wave in it. The second man seemed almost amused, like as if he was watching a show which made Rebecca's heart crumble in her chest. She should've been more careful with using her abilities in the front yard of all places.

The man in the wheelchair was the first to speak, "I love your garden. So many beautiful plants in all different stages of growth"

He took this time to look around as Rebecca glanced back over to her cat. Chase didn't seem to be listening into the conversation as he continued to lick himself clean. She nervously bit her lip as she turned back to the pair. Rebecca just had to act like this was all just another normal visit of some two strangers approaching her house.

"Are you here to see my parents?" Rebecca pointed back toward her home, "They just left to pick up my brother"

The pair glanced to each other as they seemed to have a different muted conversation amongst themselves. Rebecca placed her hand behind her leg and gently moved her fingers in an intricate fashion. A rock on the right of the garden slowly levitated as she regretted thinking this but knew she would have to defend herself when it comes down to it.

"Oh, please, there is no need for that, Rebecca, we're not here to hurt you" The man in the wheelchair turned to her, making Rebecca blink in surprise.

Something about the way he stared into her eyes suddenly made her believe in what he was saying. Still, it could've been a coincidence that he told her that the second she picked up a stone.

That was before the man nodded over to the boulder she was lifting up which was clearly out of both of these men's peripheral visions.

Rebecca's mouth dropped open but she didn't let her guard down. She glanced back to Chase who this time, seemed intrigued with what was happening. He only glanced at her for a brief moment as his tail twitched. She turned back to the men and took a step back even though something inside of her told her that these two meant her no harm. Still, she wasn't going to take any chances.

"Who are you?" Rebecca asked wearily.

Something told her that she already knew the answer before they even gave her one as the tall man suddenly started to change into a different shade. Rebecca gasped as she lost concentration and let the boulder fall with a hard thud to the ground. The man didn't seem to notice before he glanced down and quickly went back to the car. Rebecca watched him go before she turned to the man in the wheelchair whose eyes seemed to bore into her own.

The man spoke, "My name is Charles Xavier and that was Hank McCoy, we're mutants just like you"

"How did you know I was one?" Rebecca asked.

"I was able to locate you through my own gift" Charles said as he tapped his temple.

Rebecca pieced together, "You can read minds?"

Charles only nodded as Hank came back from the car, putting his jacket back on. She couldn't help but notice that he was back to looking human. Rebecca turned around back to Chase as he stared with an unpleasant look before he got up and started to walk back to the house.

Rebecca decided to do the same as she went over to the front gate and opened it for them. Charles nodded a thank you as she led the two men into her house, knowing her parents probably would not like her decision of letting strange people into their home.

Rebecca kicked off her workboots by the door, took off her garden glove that was still on one hand and shoved it into her oversized jacket as she placed it on the coathanger.

She walked past the living room and into the kitchen before she glanced at the hallway mirror. She silently let out a small groan as she had noticed that the wind had made her hair frizzy with fly-aways everywhere. Sweat was still gleaming on her cheekbones with her cheeks already sunburned. Rebecca tried her best to ignore how she looked as she picked up a few things from the kitchen, along with some coke-a-cola. She walked back into her living room where both Hank and Charles were waiting for her.

Rebecca set down the trays as she wished her father was also here. It seemed that out of everyone in the family, it was only her father and Rebecca who inherited mutant abilities. At first, her mother was surprised that even her own husband was a mutant but found a new love for their kind when she watched her father teaching Rebecca how to control her powers in the backyard. In a selfish way, Rebecca was glad her younger brother didn't inherit their gifts otherwise her mother would have no one to relate to.

"This is very lovely" Charles had taken a bite out of her homemade brownies, "You must put something different into these ones, I know you do. Otherwise, this is the best brownie I have ever eaten in my entire life"

Chase spoke from his perch, "I wouldn't know! I am apparently allergic to chocolate"

"Thank you very much" Hank nodded as he took a bite as well.

Rebecca blushed as she said, "Thank you"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you but we aren't really here because we heard about your brownies and abilities" Charles straightened up as he glanced over to his friend, "The truth is, we're from a school for people just like us. We've been teaching students to control their powers and such but haven't really taught anything else. We're on a mission to recruit teachers to educate them in other matters. Something that a school would actually do"

"And you believe that I can teach?" Rebecca asked.

Charles smiled, "Well, did you not just complete a teaching program? I know that when I was trying to locate you, you were terrified of being out in the real world because of who you are. You heard about what had happened in Cuba and I apologize but that was due to us. I feel that in giving you this opportunity to work with some children just like you then you won't feel afraid to hide anymore"

"Yes, sure" Chase said from the corner, "Just go off to wherever the hell they tell you to and you'll be dead by the morning. Great plan!"

"I have some pictures of the facility if you want to see them" Hank suggested, "Just so that you know that this place actually exists"

"I would love to see the pictures" Rebecca told him.

Hank took out a manilla folder and handed it to her as Rebecca leaned forward and flipped through the pictures. It showed the sign, a building that looked more like a mansion if anything, and then the students. Rebecca's mouth dropped yet again as she noticed mutants with physical attributes walking around freely. Some pictures had teachers teaching a classroom and even the mess hall and some dormitories. The last one was of a group photo about 50 students with Charles in the middle looking proud as ever.

"It's lovely and earth shattering" Rebecca responded, "I never knew so much of us existed. To walk freely like this seems almost remarkable. Did you find every single one of them?"

Charles nodded, "Most of them, I found. Some even found out about our school and came to visit. My point was to show that we're not alone"

"You definitely proved that to everyone" Rebecca handed the pictures back, "It's great to know someone is helping us instead of…"

"Fearing us?" Charles asked.

Hank stepped in, "If you accept, obviously you would get a private room instead of a dorm. The top floor is where we have the dorms and we choose to mingle with the students so that they will see more of us. The ground floor is where all the classrooms, mess hall, and library is at, plenty of space for the classrooms. If you want to store some stuff from home, there is plenty of space in the basement. Also-"

"What a minute" Rebecca waved, "I didn't accept. I just said it was nice, I didn't say anything about going. Where is this place even located?"

"North Salem" Hank answered before Charles could respond, "New York, of course. That's where the mansion is located"

"New York!?" Rebecca let out, "You came from New York to try and recruit me?"

"Oh, dear" Chase commented from the side.

Charles waved at Hank for him to stop, "Yes, it is a very big move. It just shows how far we were willing to travel to find someone like you. Someone who is loyal, persistent, and patient. You don't get that many people here, let alone mutants with that kind of behavior. Students need that in a teacher"

"But what about my family? I can't just leave" Rebecca glanced around the living room, "I've grown up in Seattle my whole life. I can't just leave this all behind me"

Before Charles could say anything, the front door opened as running feet pounded down the hall before Rebecca's little brother, Otto, came into view. He suddenly stopped and stared at the two men in his home as both her mother and father came in after him. Just as she expected, her father glanced from Rebecca back over to Hank and Charles contemplating exactly what she had before in the yard.

"Dad, this is Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy. They're mutants"

"And you let them into our home? Rebecca, what were you thinking?"

"It's alright, we were just leaving" Charles said as Hank got up from the couch.

Her father approached as he waved both Rebecca's mother and brother into the kitchen, "I'm sorry, she didn't mean it like that. She honestly didn't know I was a mutant until Rebecca barely turned 11. She's a bit protective over her family after that. Please, stay, if you must. But I'm sure you don't mind that if you're talking to my daughter then I also want to be in the room as well"

"There is really no need for that, thank you, Mr. Luesby. We merely just came here to talk to your daughter about a teaching opportunity at our facility" Charles took out a card but hesitated to give to Rebecca before he gave it to her father, "We believe your daughter would be an extraordinary fit to our staff and hope she feels the same. Please, feel free to call the number on the back, it's our hotel number, we'll be staying until Thursday"

Her dad gave a nodd as he shook Charles' hand, "Of course! She will definitely let you know before you leave. Make sure to catch some sun rays while you can here, it's supposed to rain after tomorrow"

"Oh, indeed, we will, we have never been in Seattle before so we are planning on seeing tourist attractions before we go" Charles turned back to Rebecca still sitting on the couch, "Good bye, Rebecca, hope to hear from you soon"

Rebecca got up and shook both of their hands before she followed them to the front of the house.

"Thank you for coming by" Rebecca said politely as she glanced down to the card twirling in her father's hand.