ASOIAF: Mutant!AU

My Armor

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Summary: Sansa is eleven when her powers come in.

Sansa thinks whoever invented Health class should be hunted down and forced to endure the very gross documentaries they helped create. She doesn't know how many educational films on human reproduction she can take before finally throws herself out the window next to her desk (she's sure she would survive). That's why, when she walks into Health class and sees a TV sitting at the front of the room, hooked up and ready to go, she sends the windows a longing look. Beside her, Jeyne Poole and Beth Cassel groan.

"Not another one!" Jeyne gripes as they make their way toward their usual seats.

"Do eleven year olds really need to know this much about that?" Beth asks.

"I don't know," Sansa whispers as she slips into her seat. "But I do know I'm going throw myself out this window in about ten minutes." She says, pointing at the window beside her. Jeyne and Beth laugh, not realizing just how serious Sansa might be.

While Beth discreetly tucks her ear buds in and hides them with her hair and sweatshirt, and Jeyne pulls out a piece of paper and starts doodling, Sansa stares longingly at the outside world. Outside, as usual, the ground is covered with a layer of snow and the sky is an eternal shade of bluish-gray. In the distance, the hills and mountains rise over the city of Wintertown, the capital of the largest state in Westeros, the North.

The bell rings, and their teacher enters the room, locking the door behind him—they say so if some gun-wielding psycho enters the building they'll be safe, but Sansa thinks it's to prevent escapees—and he strides over to the television set at the front of the room. He presses a button, and the blue screen goes black, and a logo pops up on the screen of the production company responsible for the film's creation.

Sansa watches with a dull sense of dread, knowing she has to pay attention because they'll be a test over it later surely. She and everyone else in the room takes out a piece of paper and pencil to take notes. But then, the title of the video rolls up…

Mutants and You

Suddenly, the air becomes tension filled in the room. Students exchange looks, and some look down at their desks with embarrassment, while others get a nervous look about them. Sansa feels her middle turn hard and cold with anxiety, and it takes every fiber of her being to make it go away. Beside her, Beth has ripped out her headphones and Jeyne had put away her doodle. The teacher pauses the tape just as a map of Westeros appears on the screen.

"I know this must come as a surprise to you and make you uncomfortable. This is a touchy subject. But you are at the age when those of you who are mutants will have your powers emerge. Or at least start to emerge. My own powers," He says as he levitates a pencil right off the desk of a student in the back of the room. "Didn't come in fully until I was fourteen. Some of you have had powers since you were as young as eight or nine, or even from birth. But a majority of mutants get their powers at age eleven or twelve, so we will be watching this educational video on the subject. So please be mature and take notes." He says and the un-pauses the video.

"Westeros," The Video begins in a man's deep monotone. "A Republic consisting of seven states, with a population of over a billion. Half of which is mutants. What is a mutant you ask?" Two people appear on the screen, virtually identical except for the differing color of their shirts. "A mutant is a human with a genetic abnormality that has enabled them to do incredible things. Example..." One of the people of the screen sprouts wings takes flight. "Yes, mutants are able to do many amazing things, from fire manipulation to super strength to flight to physic abilities. However, there is a downside to being a mutant." Once again, a map of Westeros appeared on the screen. Color-coated for their convenience. "Of the seven states of Westeros, only three have laws guaranteeing the equal rights of mutants. The North, the Vale, and the Storm lands. And while the Reach and Dorne are very excepting of mutants, no laws are in place assuring that there will be equal rights for both mutants and humans. In the Crownlands and Westerlands, racism is rampant against mutants, who are treated as second-class citizens, and the Riverlands is an active battle ground between both races over the superiority and inferiority of the other. In the Iron Islands, normals are the ones discriminated against, but no laws there actually guarantee the superiority of either mutants or normals." The screen zoomed in on the North on the map. "In the North, mutants and normals have the privilege of being equals in all ways." It slid down to the Vale. "The Vale has the lowest population of mutants in the country, so while laws exist to prevent racism, there is still prejudice against the minority of mutants in the region." The Riverlands appeared next. "The populations of mutants and normals in the Riverlands are equal in numbers, and have been at odds with one another for decades over which race is the superior of the two in the region." The Westerlands came into view. "The Westerlands treats mutants as second-class citizens, and many mutants are of the lower class due to the fact they cannot get better jobs. Many join the military in the Westerlands, which is why it has the second highest percentage of mutants in its armed forces in the country." The Iron Islands materialized. "In the Iron Islands, being a mutant is treated as a great honor, while being normal is a disgrace. The Iron Islands only allows mutants in their armed forces, which is why they have the highest percentage of mutants in their armed forces in the country." The screen zipped down to the Reach and Stormlands. "In the Reach and Stormlands, mutants are treated like celebrities, especially if they are very powerful. Normals are still treated just fine, but being a mutant in these regions is like automatically becoming popular." It slid down to Dorne. "In Dorne both mutants and normals are treated fine and with equality. The only reasons laws do not exist guaranteeing equality is because no one has seen a need to." Finally, it slid up to the Crownlands. "Like in the Westerlands, mutants are second-class citizens in the Crownlands. However, in recent years, some efforts have been made to work towards equality." The rest of the video is a blur of genetic and scientific terms that Sansa barely registers and diagrams she doesn't quite get. Safety precautions are the last part of the video. Warnings about handling mutants with dangerous powers and how to handle yourself when your powers come in. Then everything fades to black on the screen, and the teacher turns off the TV.

He stands before the room, smiling empathetically. "Now, we have five minutes left in class. And while I know you may be embarrassed, I'd like to ask those of you who have your powers to come up and display them to the class." Of course, only one brave soul was willing to come up. It was boy named Will, and he came up and lifted the teacher his head with the ease of a forklift. There was some polite clapping. Super strength was a very common power among mutants. Statistics even stated at half of mutants had super strength along with some other power.

The bell rang, signaling school was over. Sansa and her friends gathered their things quickly and fled the classroom as if it were on fire. At their lockers, which are all next to one another, Jeyne is the first one to speak up. "Wouldn't it be terrible to be a mutant?" She asks as she struggles to squeeze her healthy textbook inside her locker. Beth shrugs. "Not really. My cousin Jory is a mutant—he has heightened senses and agility. I kind of hope I'm a mutant." She says. "But what about all the racism?" Jeyne asks. "I'll stay in the North, where it's safe." Beth replies easily. "But what if you want to be an actress or go into politics. The center of movie industry is in the Westerlands and the capital is in the Crownlands." Jeyne persists. Beth again just shrugs. "Sansa's dad is a politician and he's a mutant, right Sans?" She says, turning to Sansa. Sansa simply nods.

The Starks have been known for their ice powers for generations, ever since mutants started appearing three hundred years ago. To this day, scientist still don't know what caused the sudden appearance of the mutants across the globe, all they know is it that it changed life as we knew it forever. It started with the Targaryens, a family of fire wielders, who used their powerful mutant powers to take over the entire continent. They ruled for nearly three hundred years until fourteen years ago, the revolution happened and Westeros became a republic.

War heroes like her father and Robert Baratheon had become icons for mutants. They were treated like superheroes out of the comics—some comic book heroes were even based on them—and since the revolution, great strides had been made in mutant-equality all over the continent. Despite the protests of families like the Lannisters who had considered themselves pure of genetic "defects" until the birth of Tyrion Lannister and the Faith of the Seven which frowned upon mutant powers as being abominations against the Gods. Still, it didn't make Sansa feel any better about…

She closed her locker a little harder than probably needed. Her eyes widened at the sight of a little dent in the door where her hand had been. She glanced at Beth and Jeyne, who thankfully were still absorbed by their little debate, and hoped they wouldn't notice. When they were done and closed their own lockers, they hooked their arms together and made their way towards the front entrance to the school.

Through out the school, there were plenty of signs of mutants on the premises. The North did have the third highest population of mutants in the country. A girl flew right over head of them towards the front entrance of the school, gliding over everyone with ease and giggling when she snatched the hat right off a boy's head. The boy, however, stretched his legs like rubber so he stood as tall she could fly, and ripped it out of her hands. She stuck her tongue out at him as he shrank back down to his original height. Sansa watched with disgust, however, as then the boy's hand stretched up the hallway, looping around people and between legs, to grope a girl's bottom. The girl jerked with surprise and whirled around, eyes glowing golden. The boy's elastic hand jerked back so fast to his arm that it must have given him whiplash because he fell back on his butt. The girl whose butt he grabbed gave a wave of her hand as she glared at him, and the entire hallway of students found themselves suddenly shoved over to the walls, leaving only the girl and elasta-boy in the middle of it. With another wave of her hands, a elasta-boy's stretchy limbs started stretching all by their selves, twisting and knotting, and the boy shouted and pleaded, but the girl only smirked at him as she turned him into a human pretzel.

When she was done, she smiled, satisfied, and walked away with the strut of a model right out the doors of the school. Suddenly, the force that had been holding everyone to the walls disappeared and the boy unknotted. His friends rushed to his side and started carrying him towards the nurse's office, which was just down the hall. Beside her, Sansa heard Beth and Jeyne giggle. "Serves him right," Beth says as she steps away from the wall. "I wish I could do that to some handsy guy someday. I'm sure my dad would be happy about it." Jeyne says. "Right, Sansa?" She asks. Sansa nods and laughs as well. "Yeah, my brothers would be really happy about it." She says.

They exit the building, and outside, it's even more of a scene. Sansa sees students, mostly upper classmen from the high school part of the building, messing around with their powers. Mostly boys trying to impress girls or their friends. She sees Theon Greyjoy over by the fountain, using his water powers to spray any geek who dares come close with freezing cold water. She rolls her eyes at him. Next to the Iron Islander is her brother Robb, whose simply using his wind powers to mess with a paper airplane, making it do loops in the air and go higher than any paper airplane ever dared before. Jon is nearby, sitting under a tree, brooding obviously if the growing frost around him is any indication. The tree he's sitting under is almost completely white with ice.

"Your brothers have the coolest powers," Beth says as they approach Robb. The boys are supposed to walk them home. "I hope if I get powers, I get an elemental power like them!" She exclaims. Jeyne nods her agreement. "Me, too! Only I'd want to be able to grow plants, like a Tyrell! What power would you want, Sansa?" She asks with a big smile. Sansa wishes she could reply honestly. That she doesn't want powers at all. She wants to be normal like her mom and not have to deal with all the problems that come with being a mutant. Instead, she puts on a smile for her friends and replies, "Plant powers, definitely." Jeyne gives giddy smile, and then goes off rambling about all the cool things they could do if they had the same powers. Beth joins in with details about what her theoretical water/air/earth/fire powers could do, too. Sansa listens politely.

"Hey, kiddos, ready to go?" Theon asks in his condescending manner when they come to stand before him and Robb. "We're not kids," Jeyne protests with crossed arms and an up-turned nose. Theon snorts. "Yeah, come tell me that when your backpack doesn't have a cartoon character on it, and you get rid of those bows." He says, and Jeyne scowls at him. Theon and Robb laugh at her pride. "Come on," Robb say taking Sansa's hand in his. "We gotta go pick up Arya and Bran." Robb calls for Jon, who stands up and follows them to the curb.

They cross the street with the help of a crossing guard and journey down the street where they turn a corner. The boys walk ahead of the girls, Robb and Jon occasionally looking back to make sure they aren't falling behind. They're approaching the next curb when Sansa feels the lace of her boot come undone. She stops and stoops down to retie, and at first everyone stops to wait on her, but she tells them to go on. They shrug and walk on, sure she'll catch up in a moment. But Sansa's boot strings refuse to retie correctly, and she watches her brother, friends, and Theon cross the street without her and slowly disappear down the road. She'll have to run to catch up to them.

She starts to panic when it looks like they're getting close to the next curb, where she knows they'll turn and disappear out of sight. Hastily, Sansa stuffs the laces into her boots, hoping to just tie them later while they're waiting on Arya and Bran to exit the elementary school. She climbs to her feet hurriedly and sprints for the crossing, shouting, "Wait! Robb, Jon! Wait up!" They turn back just as she runs into the open street, stopping at the curb to wait on her. Sansa is relieved for a moment.

HONK! HONK!

She whirls around to face the other end of the street, and freezes when she sees a black van barreling towards her. She hears more honking, her brothers and friends screaming. But she's frozen where she stands in the middle of the street. She holds up her arms to cover her face and shuts her eyes tightly. Suddenly her whole body becomes cold and hard.

The impact of van against her isn't how she expected it. Instead of sending her flying or over the roof of the vehicle, she feels something hard pressed against her front, and her heels drag against the street. She hears the tires of the car shriek and what maybe asphalt being ripped up from the street. She's sure she hears bending metal. They're going really fast, and she can feel herself being pushed backwards, but eventually they slow down, the noises disappear, and her back hits the street with a clink.

Sansa just lays there for a moment, wondering when the pain will start, but she doesn't feel anything but that cold hardness all over her body. Her arms fall away from her face finally, and she hears the lightest clink of metal. She lets out a shuddering breath. The cold hardness starts to disappear in some places, starting with her face. Her head and torso return to normal, and part of her arms and legs as well, but Sansa's hands still feel weird and so do her feet and other parts of her body.

She hears hurried footsteps approaching, people shouting her name, and she wants to cry because she knows it's her brothers and friends. She opens her eyes and begins to sit up just as they appear running around the van, which is steaming and the driver is climbing out, looking dizzy. Robb and Jeyne fall to their knees next to her, asking if she's alright, and Theon is on his phone, probably 911, while Jon is with the driver of the van, giving her worried looks over his shoulder.

"I'm fine, Robb." She tells her brother as she attempts to sit up further, but he presses her back to lay on the ground. "You don't know that! You could have internal bleeding, broken bones, or a concussion!" Robb shouts. "And what were you thinking!? Running into the street without looking, Sansa, you know better!" Sansa looks away guiltily. "I'm sorry," She whispers. "But I feel fine, I swear." Sansa protests. And she's not just saying it. She really does feel fine, besides the cold, hard parts of her body which she hopes aren't visible. She's thankful for the cloves covering her hands.

Robb looks about ready to protest when his expression of worry suddenly falters into one of bewilderment. He reaches out and places a hand against her cheek. "I'm fine," Sansa repeats, and this time, Robb nods. "You're…You're fine." He says, and never has Sansa seen the fourteen year old look so dumbstruck. Jeyne gives Robb a confused look for a moment, but then she looks at her as well and her eyes grow wide as dish plates. Theon, who's been on the phone, even stops and stares down at her, as do Jon and the driver of the car. Sansa wonders for one horrible moment if she's been terribly disfigured.

"What are you looking at?" She asks, sitting up. Jeyne rummages around in her backpack, her eyes never leaving Sansa's face, and pulls out a compact mirror. She hands it to Sansa, who flips it open, expecting the worst. But all she finds it her reflection staring back at her worriedly, nothing wrong except her red hair was askew. "I don't get it. What are you all staring at?" Sansa asks, climbing to her feet finally and backing away slightly from their astonished expressions.

Then Beth tugs on hers and Robb's sleeves and points at the front of the van. Everyone turns and looks for the first time to inspect the damage. Their jaws drop. The front of the van looks over like it crashed into a telephone pole rather than a person, and in the street, for the first time Sansa notices where her feet had been, there were the ends of two long drag marks in the concrete asphalt. She looks at the back heels of her boots and finds them worn down to point she can see her frayed socks, and her jeans are torn to shreds as well. For the first time, she looks down at her front, and her jacket is a tattered mess, too. She can even find some of its fabric in the remains of the front of the van.

Sansa looks up at everyone, and they're staring at her. She feels her face heat up, and all she wants to do is run away. And she tries, but Robb catches her by the arm and pulls her back against his chest. She struggles there for a moment, but then goes limp in his arms. Besides, Jon would have frozen her feet to the road before she could get ten feet away. Robb turns her around and forces her to look him in the eye.

"Sansa…are you a mutant?" He asks as gently as possible, and she can feel Jeyne and Beth looking at her with betrayal and confusion. She can see Jon's concerned eyes and Theon's curious ones. Sansa feels tears spring to her eyes as she nods. "Yes." She says, her voice breaking. "I'm a mutant."

A/N: The plot bunny just simply refused to die, and I eventually saw some other super hero AU fics around, so I was like, sure, I'll give it a go!

I may add more chapters later.

Tell me what ya think, please!