Beginnings
A/N Hello! So basically, we start with the daughter of Lena and Charles, roughly twenty two years after the story of Miss Fantastic took place. This is going to be like DOFP, but obviously with my own spin on things and also the timings are slightly different as Miss Fantastic was in 2015, and instead of going back fifty years, Logan is only going to go back twenty years. But we'll get to that later. Anyways, here's chapter one! Enjoy, and please review!
When Gaiathryn wakes, the sun is blinding her, coming through her curtains and shining bright on her bed as if to say 'Hey, look at me! I'm bright and warm, and get up!'. It's nature's way of telling her to get off her bum and do something. She snorts, and rolls over, shoving her face in the pillow. Several strands of brown hair highlighted with green fall over her cheeks.
There's a knock on the door, and Gaia lifts her head, brushing away the stray hair.
"Yes?" She says. She knows who it is of course, her mum Lena. Like her mum, Gaia is a telepath, and can sense her mum's mind. Lena must have sensed Gaia's, which is how she knows she's awake.
The door opens slightly, and Lena pokes her head through the gap.
"Morning." She says, grinning. "Breakfast in five?"
Gaia nods sleepily and smiles.
"Of course." She knows it wasn't really a question. She can hear her godfather clattering about with bowls and spoons downstairs in the kitchen. He's a morning person, and somehow seems to believe that everyone else is as well. Thankfully though, Lena got used to it and Gaia grew up with it, so doesn't have as large an effect as it might have done. Even so, Lena stifles a yawn before going back downstairs.
Gaia sits up, and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She can hear her mother and godfather bickering downstairs, and she laughs. Sometimes she thinks that they never stop bickering.
She pulls on her slippers and then walks out her room, taking the stairs two at a time, at a run. Gaia still runs down the stairs, like a little girl, despite the fact that she's 21. She likes the feeling of her hair rushing out behind her.
Then, of course, she's at the bottom of the stairs, her heart beating slightly faster than normal.
She walks into the kitchen, and smiles at her godfather.
He grins back.
"Sleep well?" He asks. She nods, and pours a bowl of Weetabix. He hands her a cup of tea, and she looks at it dubiously. He's still awful at making tea.
Lena notices the look on her face, and laughs, remembering when she came to Clint all those years ago.
"That's my girl." She says, and Clint gives her a death stare. Then he turns back to Gaia.
"Can you check the flowerbeds? I think the roses are dying a little." He asks. Gaia nods.
"Of course." Gaia loves using her mutation. Lena snorts quietly into her coffee. The idea of a trained assassin like Hawkeye caring so deeply about flowers still amuses her. He probably just does it for Gaia's sake. He knows how hard it is for her, not using her mutation, and probably keeps planting more plants just so she can tend to them.
Once she's finished her breakfast, Gaia heads up to get dressed. She pauses in front of the mirror to brush her hair, and sighs at her hair, just like she does every other morning. Her green highlights in her hair are the only things that mark her out as different. It's got easier as she's got older, as she can just pretend it's a fashion statement, but the dark Ivy green her hair is unusual , and not a commonly found dye colour. Often she's been asked how she got that colour.
When she was little though, the hair was more difficult to pass off. Lots of mothers whose children and tried to play with looked down on her for it, although they looked down on her mother more. She heard them thinking in their heads about how irresponsible it was of Lena to let her young daughter dye her hair. In those moments, Gaia just wanted to scream and let the vines grow from the ground, strangling those people who assumed they were better than her. Especially as her mother is also a telepath, and could also hear them thinking she was irresponsible and stupid.
She goes back downstairs, and opens the door into the garden. She can already feel the plants calling to her, willing her to let them grow to the skies. She can't let them, of course. Somebody would notice.
And after Cuba( which she knows her mother was involved in but she won't tell her anything), people have been wary of strange occurrences.
She lets the roses grow slightly, and she feels a sense of satisfaction. She can use her mutation to create beautiful things, and in small uses, it's not noticed. She knows her mother is slightly jealous of her because of this.
When she comes back inside, Clint smiles at her.
"The garden looks lovely, doesn't it?" He says. Gaia nods. "The roses okay?" Gaia nods again. "Brilliant. Thanks."
"No problem." Gaia smiles, and walks through the kitchen and into the lounge. She picks up her current reading book, Swallowdale, and smiles. She loves reading about the adventures of John, Susan and the rest, even if it does make her feel a bit jealous. They're just ordinary people, and they're having so much fun. Gaia is a mutant, she's different, and she's stuck inside all day, not doing anything useful because her mother and godfather won't let her have a job or anything.
That's when she decides she really needs to leave.
The thought of leaving, however tempting, scares her a bit. Where would she go? She could join the Avengers, she supposes, but would they have her? Anyway, they are all like cousins to her. They'd tell her to go back to her mother.
Maybe she could try find her father.
Gaia doesn't know much about her father, in fact, the only thing she does know is that she gained her blue eyes off him. Her mother won't tell her anything, and Gaia won't ask her, as whenever someone mentions him she looks so miserable she just might crawl into a corner and sob. Her godfather, Clint, never knew her father, and won't even tell her his name. Just that her mother loved him very much and the circumstances of their separation was traumatic, so it was best not to mention him.
Her mother strolls in, humming, and Gaia's heart sinks. Lena didn't hear any of those thoughts, did she? No, probably not, Gaia thinks. She's been practicing her shields over the past couple of years, and she knows it makes it more difficult for her mother to read her mind. Gaia is a telepath after all, she should have reasonable defences against other Telepaths.
"Gaia?" Her mother says.
"Yes?"
"Would you mind finding an address for me?" Gaia rolls her eyes, but nods. "Thank you,honey. My address book is in the study, on the desk."
"Whose address?"
"Luke Xylander." Luke is a childhood friend of Lena's, and it's his birthday next week.
Gaia nods, and walks down the hall to the study. She spots the pink address book immediately, and picks it up, flicking through the well worn pages. When she gets to X, she skips a name, Charles Xavier, and copies down Luke Xylander's address.
She's about to put the book down when she spots the edge of a piece of paper peaking out the back of the pink book. She gingerly pulls out the piece of paper, and sets the book down.
It's a photograph, of two people sitting on a vast green lawn.
The first she recognises as her mother, but twenty odd years younger. She's smiling in a way Gaia has never seen her smile, and she's looking at the man beside her with a look of complete adoration.
The man has brown hair, an easy grin, and most scarily, bright blue eyes. Exactly the shade of Gaia's.
Is this man her father?