Author's note: Hello! This is a new series I'm going to start up in the X-Men category called "Seasons Come and Go (But I Will Never Change)" universe! It's going to be about a young mutant named Maureen Shepherd, and how she comes to be a part of mutants with abilities just like her. This is the first part, called "Written in the Stars", and it takes place in X-Men: First Class. I know this will extend to X-Men: Days of Future Past but if it's going to extend to the original X-Men trilogy, I'm not sure yet. (Though, it would probably be AU, due to Days of Future Past perhaps?)

06/14/16: Yeah I'm editing this again lol.

Maureen Shepherd always knew she was different, and it wasn't just because she had dark brown hair and grey eyes, while the rest of her family were blonde haired, blue eyed beauties. When Maureen was young, her grandfather used to tell her she was special, in more ways then she could imagine and that one day she would have special gifts that she would have to make wise decisions with. Would she control her gifts, or would her gifts control her?

"You have special abilities that nobody else in this family has, Maureen," her grandfather had told her. He was in the hospital and dying. "You have very unique powers and you must learn to accept and control them. You must accept yourself for who you are. Otherwise, they will control you. No matter what happens, I will always love you."

Maureen was six when her grandfather had died. She was heartbroken. She had taken his last words to her by heart everyday.

I am special. Grandpa says so. I must accept myself for who I am.

Maureen didn't understand what he met then, but she promised she would always do the right thing, which could be a very hard thing to do. But when was around eight years old, she wondered if this was what her grandfather had met.

When Maureen was eight, she discovered that she was a mutant. She didn't know that was the term she would refer to herself as years later, but she had discovered one of her many gifts then.

It happened one day when she was walking home. It was after school, and there were boys who were playing basketball at the neighborhood park. Maureen always tried her best to ignore those nasty boys, but they never left her alone.

"Hey, Maureen! Catch!" a boy shouted. He threw the ball at the back of Maureen's head. Before it could hit her, however, she had quickly turned around and threw her arms up and it looked like she was going to attempt to grab the ball. The ball never hit her, however. It ended up just mere centimeters in front of her face, frozen in place.

It was silent for a few good moments. Then the boys started yelling.

"She's a witch!"

I'm a witch! Maureen exclaimed in her mind. The boys kept calling her names. Eventually, she hit the basketball. The ball bounced on the ground and Maureen ran all the way home.

But that wasn't the end of it.

On that very same day, Maureen discovered her second ability. She could blow stuff up.

This incident happened during dinner. Her mother and father were arguing, and her father was about to strike her mother.

Maureen held out her hands in a gesture as if she could stop her father. She cried out, "No, stop!" at the bottle in her father's hand exploded.

No one spoke for a moment. The three of them were in shock and it was silent, saving Maureen's little brother Tommy was banging the table with his spoon. His mouth was full of babbles and he seemed amazed to see what his big sister could do.

Then, it was her father who spoke.

"You freak," he spat as he dangerously crossed over to his daughter.

"Thomas, no!" cried Maureen's mother, who was going to go after him. "Don't hurt her!"

That set Maureen in a panicked alarm. Her father was going to hurt her! Suddenly, everyone in the entire room froze and the cabinets started to blow open. Maureen knew she was doing this, but she couldn't stop it! She wanted to, but she couldn't figure out how. In the end, she hid behind her mother just as everyone in the room started to move again.

Maureen's father turned on his heel, glaring dangerously at the mother and daughter, who held each other very tightly.

"You fucking witch," spat Maureen's father again. "I'm not having a freak living in my home!"

"Then go!" Maureen's mother shouted. "I am never kicking my daughter! She's nine years old, Thomas. She's your daughter!"

"That little bitch is no daughter of mine, not while she's sick!" Maureen's father said. Maureen's eyes burned with tears. Her father thought she was a freak. Her father thought something was wrong with her. Maybe, just maybe, he was right.

As Maureen heard the door slam, her little brother started wailing, and she had silent tears streaming down her face.

Four years after her father left the family, Maureen was thirteen. Her brother was five and was starting school. Her mother was still beautiful.

Just three days after her thirteenth birthday, Maureen discovered another part of her mutation.

One day, Maureen was in school and was taking a test during her fourth period. She was writing down her answer when a hot flash went through her, and she saw something.

It was a vision.

The vision went like this. Maureen was helping her little brother with his homework at home, she could tell because of the hair.

Suddenly, Maureen looked up, and she seemed a little older, perhaps she was fifteen or sixteen years old. She glanced at Tommy and said something, then skidded out to the living room, where her mother was at the door with two men who looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties.

They wanted her.

"Miss. Shepherd!"

Maureen snapped back into reality. She was in a classroom, she was in school. She was taking a test.

"Maureen, are you well?" her teacher asked. Maureen nodded, and she went back to her test.

Little did she know was that two years later, the men came for her.