Chameleon

by AmazingGraceling

The "Doctors." They want her. Bad. So she runs. She's been running for a long time. 13 years all alone. It only takes one slip up, one mistake to get caught. To be taken back. And anything would be better than the lab horrors. Even seeking out a former Doctor. Shapeshifting can only hide you for so long, and when its tied to your instincts you can never disappear. IN EDIT/ON HIATUS

1. Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is my first fic, so I hope you guys like it! Just to be clear, this will eventually become a Quicksilver x OC story. I'm always glad to get any reviews. Oh, and don't read if you haven't watched AOU yet. So, here it is, thanks for reading!

Prologue

The wind whipped her hair in all directions, getting in her mouth and stinging her eyes as she scaled the building. Sighing, she took a minute to stop climbing and shorten her hair. Eyes screwed shut in concentration, she imagined her hair short, and it happened. Her hair seemed to shrink into her skull, becoming almost a buzz cut, then, opening her eyes, she began climbing. After a few short minutes that felt like hours, the girl reached her destination and stopped climbing. Her arms burning with exertion, she dug into her modified tool belt and pulled out what seemed to be a... pen? With a satisfied look on her face, she clicked it on and the tip glowed red and became a laser.

The girl pressed it to the window and drew a circle. Then she turned off the laser pen, put it in her mouth, drew back a hand, made a fist and punched the center of the circle with all her might, causing the circle of glass to fall into the building and the girl to almost lose her balance and tumble to the busy streets below. Looking a bit shaken, she regained her balance and crawled into the hole in the window. Panting a bit from the effort of scaling about forty stories of a ninety-three story tall building, took the pen out of her mouth and sat down to rest for a minute, then replaced the circle of glass back into the window, flicked the pen on, tongue sticking out a bit from between her teeth in concentration, and repaired the window.

Just as she was about to replace her pen in her tool belt, she heard a noise, a almost cough-like sound. She froze, then after looking around and seeing nothing, she shook her head chiding herself for being so paranoid and put the pen back in her belt, zipping shut the flaps.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on and she found herself upside down, dangling in the air, held up high, by her right ankle staring in shock at five equally shock filled faces. And a pair of blond, hairy legs.

Well shit.

This was not how she planned to spend her night.