AN: This plot bunny attacked me after I finally watched First Class. Depending on how much time and motivation I have it may become part of series. There are plenty of universes that could benefit from a little bit of Alisha and Simon.
This starts the fall before the first movie in the X-men Timeline.
Alisha and Simon have, much like my other story, been plucked from their deaths in 3.08 and 2.04 respectively.
I hope I don't butcher history, comic book lore or characters too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own Misfits or the X-men.
Alisha doesn't know how or why she and Simon wake up, after they are both supposed to be dead, breathing and whole. She definitely know why they are in 1961. It's not someplace she'd ever want to be, but considering the other option is to be dead, she's not going to complain.
She does know there has to be a why. Time Travel, superpowers and being snatched away at the moment of her death she can believe. Someone giving them a furnished apartment with the rent paid up for a year and the money and paper they need to start over sitting on the dining room table without there being some kind of angle or motive she can't. Simon even, was given a scholarship. To Oxford. There wasn't such a consideration for her. She wants to be angry. It's not that she would have necessarily gone to University, but the fact that someone apparently looked at her and her life and decided for her that she wouldn't should piss her off. It does but, again, not dead.
It does anger Simon. He even threatens not to go himself until she talks some sense into him. Yells it really. Simon is smart. He will actually enjoy going to classes and talking to professors and all that. More than that, he can actually get something out of it. And, if they really are stuck here, they will both end up in with a better place life if he sits for a degree. You don't turn down that kind of chance just because a dickhead gave it to you.
So he goes. And she looks for work, even through the dick has left them with plenty of money. She tries to figure out how to live in this time and considers buying stock even though she suspects Simon would be disappointed in her for using their knowledge like that.
Halfway through his first week the reason why they're here become a bit more clear. Simon comes home from a genetics seminar, more excited than she's seen him since they've been here. More animated than she's seen him since her death, even during those few weeks they had together when she first fell in love with him.
He tells her who his T.A. is and when she doesn't understand the importance of it, he explains that it's the bald guy in the wheelchair from those movies with where Hugh Jackman was hairy and almost constantly in a vest. Only before the guy was bald or in a chair and apparently before anyone else in this world realized there were people with superpowers. Simon's already starting to plan ahead, to try to make this world better. To try to decide if he can make this world better, or if, like theirs, he can just preserve the timeline. She meanwhile is trying to keep up and all the while thinking that this explains why she wasn't given a scholarship. It was a means to an ends they don't know about yet and she never would have known who the hell Charles Xavier was if she was put in his class.
OOO
Charles has never met a mind like Simon's. He doesn't mean in brilliance. The boy is smart, yes, and some of his ideas are amazing and innovative and decades ahead of their time, but the actual way he thinks, his actual level of intelligence, from what Charles can surmise, isn't that much different than most of the students in his class. It's that he has to surmise, that he needs to guess, that's unique. Simon mind is invisible to him.
Once or twice, when he was younger and went into the city with his family Charles had felt minds that were closed to him. People who, somehow, created walls and barriers against his telepathy. Dark voids, like shut up boxes that he couldn't open. But he could always see the void there. Simon might as well be an empty seat. In fact, for a while Charles thought he was just that. He hadn't even realized just how much he relied on his power to sense a room. See people. Until he tried to call on the boy behind Simon without looking up, and had what his mind had registered as an empty space answer.
Fascinated, he asked Simon to come to see him during office hours. He tried every trick he knew to exam where Simon's mind should be. But there was nothing. No thoughts. No walls. Nothing even for him to poke, prod or claw at. Nothing that he was bouncing off of. Just nothing. Except there had to be something there because Simon wasn't a vegetable. He was bright, and interesting. Charles finds himself liking him. Simon is the first person he has ever met that he doesn't hear in his head. That offers him perfect silence when he is around him. Who he doesn't know more about than they know about him. And despite this, maybe because of it, he's starting to think of him as a friend by midterm.
OOO
Raven wasn't sure what to expect when Charles told her that one of his students was going to meet them at the pub. Someone arrogant, she supposed. One of those snobbish old money types. She's met enough of Charles' colleague who are like that. Or one of those boys that stare at her in a way that made it quite clear what they were thinking even without being able to read their minds. She wasn't prepared for Simon and Alisha.
Their accents once she speaks to them, are middle class, but even before that she can tell there's a hard edge to them that someone like Charles would never see. When they walk in, wrapped around each other they earn stares from most of the pub's patrons and glares from more than a few as well. Instead of cowing, through, Alisha pulls closer to Simon and he wraps his arm around her tighter, staring back. Daring the room to say something.
She hadn't even spoken one word to them yet, but at that moment she knows she's going to love them.
