Welcome to Life After Life. This fic will cover pre DOFP to post APOC. I don't own X-men in any of its many forms. I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

Lexi-Victoria Justice
Matthew- Zachary Gordan
Charity- Kerry Ingram

1639 London England 11th Life

Charity, as her parents in this life, had named her, lay in her sickbed delirious with fever. The priest had just left after what she knew would be her final confession of this life. She dares not mention the others she had lived. Granted with how far she was gone everyone would just say she was deluded. She grasped her Mother's hand tightly trying to hold on as long as she could to this life before she would be spirited to the next.

She couldn't help but wonder if she would be reborn in the past or in the future this time. Or what new abilities she would gain in her overly expansive repertoire. In a lifetime in the 22nd century, they called her and those like her miscreation or abnormalities. In a lifetime in 735 BC, she was blessed. This time, the closest would have been a witch. She made sure to not use her powers in this lifetime.

Granted there were a few slip-ups over her nine years of life. An example would be when her neighbour Tom was teasing her mercilessly. Despite her many lifetimes, she was still a five-year-old girl who just wanted him to stop. She forced herself into his mind to make him uneasy around her, not enough for him to be suspicious or accuse her of being a witch, but enough for him to back off and leave her alone.

Mind control, a power she had obtained in her third life. Due to her forcing herself to repress almost all of her powers she never knew what power she had been gifted with in this life. There was always something. At times, she could feel it bubbling to the surface but she continued to force it down.

"Sweetheart, let go," My Mother said tears pouring out of her eyes. As if permission was all she needed Charity closed her eyes, her hand went slack.

September 4, 1962 Lexi's POV

The school building didn't look much different than my previous school in Chicago. Still I'd rather be there, than here. Taking a deep breath I exited my brother's 1960 Ford Falcon. I never learned how to drive, I always found cars to be too confining, which led to discomfort, that led to unease. Even though I knew cars were the fastest way to get anywhere, in the back of my mind they always seemed too slow.

"C'mon Lexi or we'll be late," Matthew said. Matthew was a year and a half younger than me and would be entering his junior year. He didn't check to see if I followed him as he started to make his way to the entrance. I jogged after him to catch up.

I arrived in the classroom early enough to be in the back row in the left corner facing the window. The spot I chose was where I sat for the majority of my classes in my last school. If I needed to adjust my eyes from staring in front of the classroom too long there was plenty to look at outside. My first class of the day was Calculus. Easy enough. For whatever reason, academics were never a problem for me. It was almost like I already knew everything and then some that was ever covered. My Mom and Dad had tried on numerous occasions to convince me to go into advancement programs. I convinced my parents not to. I didn't like to stand out. Even though no matter how many times I've tried to stay in the background, someone always pushes me into the spotlight. Refusing to try to dumb down or underperform didn't help either. Pride would always be my achilles heel. I snapped out of my musings as the teacher, according to the schedule was named Mr. Lancaster, came in.

"Good morning class, I hope this will be a productive semester. Now, do to overflow, you'll take a pop test off the back to see if you'll stay here or be placed elsewhere" he said. He wasn't wrong some of the students who had arrived later had to sit in chairs and use the limited counter space for their papers.

The person in front of me handed me the test. I muttered a quick thanks. Mr. Lancaster gave the go ahead to begin.

The test was easy, I felt confident as I entered the history classroom, my favourite subject, as I bounced to my favourite seat with a hop in my step brown tresses swinging along. Since there were still a few minutes before class started the classroom was only half full. I decided to pull out the text and read a bit before class started.

The text was a better teacher than the teacher himself. He clearly held little passion for the subject. It was a bit of a letdown. While I didn't have any trouble staying awake, and scribbling down whatever little of his lecture was useful, the rest of the class looked only half awake. Suddenly the door opened mid-lecture and in walked the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. His hair was a unique shade of grey, practically silver, he was lanky and as pale as alabaster. The grin on his face promised trouble.

"Maximoff, you're late," Mr. Clarkson said. The grin never left its place

"Sorry, there was a black cat in the hallway so I had to take the long way," he said. He was obviously lying. The students including myself gave a bit of a giggle. One boy on the other side of the classroom from me closest to him offered a high-five which he accepted.

"Sit down Maximoff," Mr. Clarkson said. He sauntered to the only available seat which was in the front row, fourth on the right. Mr. Clarkson gave an impressive eye roll, the most emotion I'd seen from him all lesson, and continued his lecture.

The first day went by pretty smoothly for this being my first day here. Peter, I found out that was his name, was in four of my classes including History. There was no reason I could find to actually talk to him though. From what I'd seen he was lazy and easily bored. Normally that'd be a turn off for me, but it suited him, in such a way I couldn't help but glance at him, throughout the day. One time he caught me staring at him. Not wanting him to think I was embarrassed, which I was a little, I gave him a small smile and looked back towards the teacher.

"Hey sis, how was your first day," Matthew said from behind me. He was smiling. I wonder who he was going out with. He was wearing his 'I'm getting some' smile. Discretion would never be one of Matthew's virtues.

"Alright. You look like you had a good day," I said.

"The best." We made our way to his car and drove home. On the way home as I was looking out the window, I could've sworn I saw a brief less than a second flash of silver. There and gone. It must've been a trick of the light. I heaved I sigh and familiarized myself with the scenery, as Matthew continued to drive us home.