Chapter 1

Arrival

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men E, but if I did there damn sure would have been a season 5 rather than implying it then ending the show. I do own my OC Trina and the idea for this story and a series of stories related to this one.

OC POV

I stared out the window of my seat in hopes of finding something interesting…ok, that couldn't be a bigger lie. I'm really just trying to avoid the subject of why I'm being driven to Bayville in my family's car. As you probably know already Bayville or "Freak City" as most of my 'friends' and I used to call it is home to a group of mutants known as the 'X-men' and another known as the 'Brotherhood of Mutants'. It's also where HE is…

Rounding a corner my mom drives over a pot-whole and lets a small curse slip out. The put-whole didn't break me from my thoughts, that was done by the lock of brown hair that broke free of my brownish green skull cap when the car had dipped in and out of the pot-whole . My hair, so much like HIS and my dad's hair. Sighing exasperatedly I brushed it out of my view of the passing , and oh so boring country side…

"Trina?" My mom's voice broke me from my thoughts.

I tear my eyes from the suddenly interesting landscape and meet my moms concerned brown gaze.

"Yes?" I answer but it felt more like a question on my end.

"Are you ok?" God! How many times do I have to say it?

"I'm fine mom, completely and utterly fine." I answer in an uncharacteristic monotone.

"Honey, your not-" I cut her off before she can say it.

"Damn it Mom! I'm just fucking fine ok? I was fine an hour ago, I was fine when you picked me up from school, I was fine when all this shit happened and my life went to hell! So just leave it at that!" I finished, pulling my dark green headphones over my ears and turning my CD player on high as Hero by Skillet played threw the portion of my skull cap covering my ears. Mom didn't say anything after that. I can't say I don't know why. I never cursed at my mom; sure I might have said damn or bitch around her but that was when I was usually talking to my 'friends' or talking about an especially crappy day at school. But I never directed it at her.

The resulting silence lasted a whole hour before…

"I'm sorry." I couldn't resist it, that sad dejected look on her face just stabbed at my heart to the point I felt like such a criminal for causing it to appear on her face.

I feel the car lurch to the side as we pulled over. As soon we stopped completely, and before I could react, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a mother-daughter bear + gorilla + anaconda style hug.

After shifting slightly, I manage to bring my arms around her just-bigger-than-me frame and return the hug as best I can. I felt tears flowing down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry Mom. I just…"

"It's ok, I should never have pried." I hate it when she puts the blame on her self like that just to make me feel better. I hate it even more because it always works.

We broke apart and I wiped away my tears, mom did the same. I hadn't even noticed her crying. God, I fill like a damn bitch.

A few minutes later we reached Bayville. After driving around a bit we finally reached our destination…

The sign next to the seven foot plus gate seemed to mock me with it's big fancy letters.

Xavier's Institute …