So since I already have these chapters uploaded onto my tumblr, I decided I would finally make one of these, and upload them here. This is going to be an AU, so their mutant abilities will not be apart of the story. I will try and make sure I update it as soon as I can, right now I have 5 chapters (the 5th still in progress). So yeah, enjoy!

1.

Your name is Alex Summers and you're just ready to get out of this fucking place. You've been sitting in this plastic chair for almost 2 hours, and you're tired. This isn't the first time you've had to switch halfway houses, so you're not exactly sure why it's taking so long.

"Alex…Alex?"

You look up to see the face of a kind man, he's smiling at you, and he tells you his name is Charles Xavier.

"I know this is all of a sudden-", you cut him off, it's a speech you've heard to many a time.

"It's nothing I haven't had to go through before," the boredom in your voice is used to mask up the irritation, "So it's really not that big of a deal."

Charles nods but doesn't press any further, and for that you're thankful. You look down at the crisp white document in front of you. Legal documents, documents that will now put you in the care of said 'Charles Xavier.'

Clenching your jaw you drum your fingers on the table. Thinking it over, you're not sure what you did this time. You went out of your way to stay out of the way, you were quiet, and you were polite. So why exactly did they give up on you?

You feel sick to your stomach, and you have the sudden urge to vomit. But before you can even voice your thoughts, everyone around you is moving, grabbing what possessions you have left.

You notice as they help you out of your chair, that your name is quickly and messily written on the paper in front of you. Swalling the bile in the back of your throat, you quickly look away.

You don't even remember signing it.

You get into the back of an old pickup truck. The leather seats are worn and torn some places. Your finger pokes at one of the holes.

This car must have seen better days.

Looking up you see that there is already another man sitting at the steering wheel. He looks at you through the rearview mirror; eyebrow raised and tight lipped, but he doesn't say anything. Charles carefully puts your suitcases into the bed of the trunk, before sliding into the passenger's seat. He leans over, to your own surprise, and gives the man a kiss.

Quickly you look back down at the old worn leather seat as they smile at each other, feeling as though you have imposed on a private moment. Charles turns around to look at you then, and you pray that he can't see the rare blush spreading over your cheekbones.

"Alex, this is my partner Erik. I hope this won't make you uncomfortable in anyway." You catch Erik's gaze in the rearview mirror and stutter out a quick reply.

"Of course not," you tell them, "Not at all."

Thanking you Charles turns back to the front. Erik then breaks eye contact, and starts the car. Leaning back into the seat you let out a sigh of relief. You never had a problem with homosexuality; you think to yourself, you've just never really been around it.

And then you're moving. The scenery around you is changing quickly, from the city and the traffic of downtown, to the quiet rural countryside of Westchester, New York. You've never been out here and you look out the open window with awe. The sun is now starting to set and the smell of grass and maybe even manure is filling your senses, twisting, and teasing you. Your eyes fall closed as you let the warm breeze wash over your face, and glide its fingers through your hair.

This is the most relaxed you've probably felt in a long time, and you find yourself secretly hoping this feeling won't go away anytime soon. You want it to wrap around you like a blanket, and let you bury down into the comfortable warmth.

While you have your eyes closed you miss the fleeting glances of Charles through the rearview mirror. They're filled with a promise of stability and a hope for your future.

You jump awake when Erik opens the car door and looks at you expectantly. Rubbing your eyes, and the drool from the corner of your lip, you try to remember when exactly you fell asleep.

Charles is gathering your things from the bed of the truck as you slide out. You meant to help him carry your things, you really did, but you got distracted by the large home in front of you.

It seems as though it has came out of a movie.

The large colonial style home, it was even white with blue shutters, seemed to go on forever. The wraparound porch was littered with all sorts of toys, the tree in the front yard occupied by a tire swing. You pinch yourself to see if you're actually awake. This seems all too surreal to you. You turn to Charles wide eyed and mouth agape.

"This…this is your home?" Is all you can really manage out. His smile is so large and warming that is makes your stomach clench and you feel kind of sick again. Setting your suitcases down he claps you on the shoulder.

"No," Charles says happily, he gives you a reassuring squeeze, "No, this is our home. "

You turn back to look at the large house.

Our home.

You're going to have to get use to the sound of that.

You open your mouth to say something, but then close it.

You really don't know what to say.

There is a tall skinny boy standing on the porch when you walk up the steps. He's wearing a white button up under a grey sweater vest. His black slacks don't really cover all of his ankles, and your able to see the stark white socks that sit in his equally black boat shoes. You notice that he can't really seem to stand still. He balances from foot to foot, fixes his tie, or runs his fingers through his nicely styled brunette hair. Pushing his square framed glasses up his nose, he looks down at you. And only then you realize how tall this boy actually is. He clears his throat to speak.

"Hank McCoy."

You blink at his out stretched hand in suprise, before sliding your small hand into his large one.

Hank has a gentle grip and a sweet smile.

"Alex, Alex Summers."

When he lets your hand go, it's tingling.

"Now this is where you'll be staying."

You follow Erik into your new room, it's way bigger than anything you've had before. The bed it twice the size of your old one, and the headboard and frame are a dark brown oak. The sheets and pillows look too soft and you can't wait to crawl into them. Across the bed is an antique dresser of the same color, you notice your reflection in the mirror that sits atop it, and you immediately look away.

The closet is big enough to fit your old room.

What attracts you to the room the most though, is the window seat. You walk over to it and take a seat, before opening the large window that it sits in front of. You notice that the bookshelf that's near it is already filled with books. Smiling slighty to yourself you have a feeling you'll be sitting here often.

You look up to the doorway to thank Erik, because this has been way more than you expected, but you find him to have left already. You make a note to thank the both of them.

A flash of red catches your eye as you look out the window again, and it brings you to lean over the window sill.

He was lying in the garden in the backyard. Pale, freckled skin reflecting the sunlight, long lean legs stretching out into the flower bed.

And when he moved his head, it was almost as if his hair had burst into a thousand flames of orange and red.

He notices you leaning out the window and tilts his head back, lowering his circle rimmed glasses down his nose to get a better look.

You can already tell his eyes are blue.

A small smirk form on his face and you all of a sudden feel cold.

"Like what you see?" He calls up to you.

You frown and sneer at him before leaning back into your room, closing the window, and turning your back to the window. You already get a bad feeling from this kid, and that was never good.

Soon, you learn that his name is Sean Cassidy.