Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not own General Hospital and X-men, this is just for amusement purposely only.

Summary: Elizabeth left fear make her leave Jason, but when she is giving a reason to let go of fear, will she tell Jason the truth of her feelings? (X-Men Cross)

Pairings: Implied Liason

Inspiration: Honestly, X-men: First Class and X-men: Days of Future Past. I have been a huge X-men fan since I was a kid, and I had a thought hit me. What if Elizabeth was a mutant? How would that change things? I'll do several one shots where Elizabeth is a mutant, so keep an eye out for them.

Timeline: 2002

NOTE: This is fic is entirely separate from "Survivor". It's not a sequel or attached to that fic. This is merely a different take on Elizabeth is a Mutant.


METALLIC

By ThroughtheMirrorDarkly

PART 1 of 2


The hum of the metal beckoned to her like a long lost lover.

She felt a tremble within her chest, and the hairs on her arms stood up on in as a shudder ran down her spine. There was a metallic taste on her tongue, and she felt every ounce of metal in Kelly's. She felt the spoons, and the forks. She felt the screws holding the chairs and tables together. She felt the structure hidden behind dry wall and paint, and she felt how easily she could pull the all down if she so chose. It was an intoxicating feeling.

It also scared the complete shit out of her.

It had started after she had been kidnapped and locked in the crypt. She started to gradually feel this tug in the pit of her stomach, though she did not know what caused it then. She didn't notice the way objects made of metal would slowly lean towards her. Elizabeth had been to absorbed with her PTSD and the constant drama of the town to really see it. Then on one of her many nights sitting alone in the penthouse worrying about Jason as she ate a bowl of cereal, her nerves just snapped!

The spoon in her hand bent.

She had dropped it in shock. In fact, she had went and hid in her room for the rest of the night, wondering how the hell that had just happened. The next morning after she had got done cleaning and cooking for Carly, and checking on Michael, she went back into the penthouse and took a good look around. It was then she began to notice the differences. Embarrassingly, she had tested (to make sure she was not going crazy) her new found abilities out on Jason's silverware and had to go to the store the next day to get him a brand new set.

The guards had looked at her curiously, and she had just ducked her head, her cheeks flushed red. It was neat, and a little bit scary. She knew what the media thought of mutants, and had came across several webpages stating that people like mutants should be locked away forever, or better yet killed. It made her stomach turn, but Elizabeth never really cared for the opinions of others. There was only one opinion that matter and that was Jason's.

But now…not even Jason would ever know the truth.

She had walked out on him, and it wasn't entirely for the reasons that she had led him to believe. She was scared of hurting him. That fear was born the day that she was out, and sitting in Kelly's when Lucky made snide comment about her being a mob moll. She had ignored it for the most part until Emily and Nicolas had ganged up on her as well. It had been most unfortunate that Taggert had been having lunch with Gia, and his gun went off with a too loud bang.

Elizabeth immediately knew that she had been the one to set it off. Her stomach had rolled, and several what if scenarios went through her mind. What if it had been Jason? What if she had hurt him? It was the first time that Elizabeth realized just how dangerous her powers could be.

And they grew stronger everyday. When Jason had returned and she explained to him why she was leaving, the fact that he just let her walk away…it made something inside of Elizabeth's chest just shattered. It took everything in her to wait until she was outside, and ripped a lamppost into shreds. Luckily there had been no one to witness her moment of weakness, and the police had no leads on who did the strange vandalism. The fact was Jason had too much control of her heart, and by extension her emotion as well. He had more of a grip on her heart than any else ever had.

She had fought it tooth and nail, denying out of some sort of sick obligation to Lucky. But now? Now she couldn't deny it. At least, not to herself.

"Elizabeth, can you wait on table three," Courtney complained, twirling a strand of blond around between her fingers. "I'm still exhausted from lunch rush."

Elizabeth bit back a nasty retort. Courtney had barely lifted a finger during the lunch rush, and Elizabeth had to cover after her. Courtney still took the tips though, when she saw cash the blond went running. "Whatever," she muttered, and walked over the table. Truth be told, Courtney's laziness wasn't the only that made her hate the other woman. It was the way she was chasing after Jason.

Not that she wouldn't want Jason happy, even if it made her sad. She just hated how Carly was practically throwing the other woman at Jason even though she was still married to AJ. Elizabeth wanted to scoff because of course, the only kind of woman that Carly would want with Jason was a cheap version of herself. It also irked her that Courtney tried to fish information about Jason out of her, while also encouraging Liz to chase after him. Talk about a conflict of interest, and Elizabeth had kept her lips tight. She wasn't going to give her the inside scoop, and would rather plunge a butter knife through her skull than allow another Carly put a leash on Jason.

"What can I…" Elizabeth's brows pinched. Her expression faltered for a second as her blue eyes swept over to the man sitting in the chair. He wore a black leather jacket, and his arms were crossed over his broad chest. He had a very disgruntled expression on his face, and his brown eyes looked around with disinterest. His hair was raven black, and styled in a very unique while he also sported extreme sideburns. Elizabeth almost wanted to call them ridiculous because she had never seen the appeal of sideburns.

However, none of this was what made her nearly swallow her tongue. She felt metal vibrating through this man's entire body. It wasn't some kind of surgery where screws had to be used to fix an ankle, or something like that. This metal…it felt like it covered his entire skeleton. Elizabeth flushed after a moment when she realized that she had been staring and cleared her throat. "What can I get you today?" She put on her best smile, and tried to ignore it.

"Coffee," the gruff man stated. "Black. Burger with the works and a side of fries. Make sure the burger is rare."

Elizabeth jotted that down then turned to the man's companion. "And for you, sir?"

"Coffee," the man with the red tint sunglass answered, then he looked up at her from his menu. "And today's special for me."

"Alright. I will have it out to you in a jiffy," Elizabeth promised with a smile. She turned on her heel, and walked passed Courtney without a word. "Got an order, Mike."

After getting Mike the ticket, Elizabeth set about getting the men there coffee when Courtney approached her. "So Elizabeth," the blond asked, slowly. "Have you heard from Jason lately?"

"No, but Jason's been busy lately," Elizabeth shrugged it off. She knew Courtney had two faces, and she couldn't believe that everyone else was blind to it. Or perhaps, they merely let her get away with it because she was Sonny's sister. There was a pang in her chest because she had always regarded Sonny as a friend, but as soon as Courtney swept into his life, the man couldn't wait to kick her out.

"Well, that's a shame," Courtney stated.

"Excuse me, those men are waiting on their coffee," Elizabeth cut her off before she could make a backhand comment on Jason and Elizabeth's relationship. Or lack of one. They had danced around each other, and now it felt like there was this ocean between them that they would never be able to reach each other ever again. She walked over to the table, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the coffee into the cups. "Mike is cooking your food now, so it should be out any moment."

"Thank you," Red Tinted Glasses smiled. "Actually, I do have a question. We are from out of town, and we needed some information."

"What kind of information?" Elizabeth asked.

"We are looking for someone," Sideburns stated. "An Elizabeth Webber. Do you know her?"

Elizabeth tensed, a spark of an anxiety shooting down her spine and she swallowed harshly. She almost told them that she didn't know Elizabeth Webber, and it was true in a sense. She didn't know who she was any more. She had become a coward the moment she walked out on Jason, and she became afraid of everything and everyone. A part of her knew if she continued on this way then she would fall into some black hole, repeating the same mistake over and over. "That depends on who is asking," Elizabeth stated, cautiously.

"We're recruiters for a school," Red Tinted Glasses told her. "I'm Scott Summers, and this is Logan. We're teachers at the Xaiver's Institute for Gifted Children."

"I'm hardly a child," Elizabeth couldn't help, but to say.

Scott Summers's eyebrows lifted. "You're Elizabeth Webber?" He commented, a little bit surprised.

"Yes," Elizabeth saw no point in denying it now. "But I don't understand. I've never heard of this school, and I most certainly did ask for any information about it."

"Like one-eye said," Logan ignored the glare, "it's a special school, and the selective process…isn't like any other school."

Elizabeth felt a bit nervous. Part of her wanted to bolt, but the other part of kept her feet firmly planted on the ground. "What do you mean?"

Logan looked over at Scott, and Scott gave him a small nod. Logan swept an eye over the nearly empty restaurant before he curled his hands into fists. He clenched his jaw as three metal claws burst free from his hand, and Elizabeth barely bit back a shocked gasp. There were several moments of silence where Elizabeth stared at the claws in shock before the man let them slink back underneath his skin.

"Well," Elizabeth said, after a moment. "That explains why you feel like metal."

Logan scowled. "I knew I felt something of. The kids a mini-Magneto," he stated, grumpily.

"A mini-what?" Elizabeth felt like she had just been insulted.

"Elizabeth! The order is up!" Courtney shouted from the stool where she was doing her nails.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh, and got the food. She told Mike that she was taking her break, and the man told her that was fine. By the time she made it back to their table, the two men were in a heated debated. "Here is your food," Elizabeth set it down in front of them, and she eyed them with an eyebrow arched. "I don't suppose this little argument has anything to do with me."

"No." Scott immediately denied. "Well, not really. You're…not the first mutant with a specialty in metal, and the last one we met like you…"

"Wasn't a pleasant experience?" Elizabeth asked.

"Far from it," Logan gave a tight smile.

Elizabeth pulled up a chair, and let out a deep sigh. "Alright. Tell me about this school," she crossed her arms over her chest. The two men launched into an explanation of she had been found through a device called Cerebo, and how their Professor X had felt her distress. He had sent Logan and Scott to see if Elizabeth would be interested in coming to the Xavier Institute, to learn how to control her abilities.

Elizabeth found the offer more than tempting. Even though her past told her to be wary of such offers because if something was too good to be true it usually was. However, that didn't stop her from entertaining the idea of the school. To be able to go through her day without fear of sending a piece of metal through someone in a fit of panic or anger…it was an invaluable thing. Yet her heart clenched at the idea because that would mean leaving behind Port Charles.

Leaving behind Jason.

The thought was unthinkable. It was heartbreaking. But could she really afford to pass up such an offer? She felt her heart clenched painfully in her chest, and her hands twisted into fists. Logan suddenly flinched. "Watch it," he growled.

"Sorry. Sorry," she held up her hands. "I'm…I'm not the best at controlling my emotions, and my emotions…" She gave a helpless shrug.

"All the more reason to come with us," Scott pointed out.

Elizabeth nodded absentmindedly, her brows furrowed together. Her blue eyes were darkened with her thoughts, and she knew there was one thing she had to do before she could even think about accepting their offer. With a renewed sense of purpose, Elizabeth straightened her spine and she looked up at the pair. "Can you give me one day? To make up my mind?"

Logan looked a bit put out, but Scott nodded.

"Thank you," Elizabeth smiled. She stood up and took off her apron because whether she stayed or left, she wasn't working with Courtney anymore. It was stress she didn't need.

As she gathered her stuff, the blond blinked. "Where are you going? We still have six hours left," Courtney pointed out, with a whine in her voice.

"You have six hours left," Elizabeth stated, with a tight smile. "I don't because I quit," she practically sang as she slung her purse over her shoulder. "Sorry Mike."

"No need to apologize," Mike might love his daughter, but he wasn't blind. "I'm surprised you managed to stick around this long."

Elizabeth gave the older man a smile, and headed towards the door when Courtney's hand grabbed her hard around the wrist. "You can't just quit," the blond snapped.

"I believe I just did," Elizabeth glared. "I suggest you get you hand off of me now."

"Or what?" Courtney challenged.

"Oh, Courtney. Didn't Carly warn you about me? I'm nobody's angel and I won't feel an ounce of regret after wiping the floor with your ass," Elizabeth leaned in towards the blond, and gave her a look that was pure Lizzie. "Now let me go."

Courtney let go, too startled. She watched with wide eyes as Elizabeth sauntered out the doors like a woman on a mission. The meek brunette had been so easy to walk on. Carly had even said so, but there had been something lethal in the look that Elizabeth had given her. She gave a slight coffee, pulling her necklace away from her neck. It must have gotten tangled in her hair somehow, and choked her a little bit.


Jason had crashed on the couch, exhausted from running errands all night for Sonny. It was as if the other man had forgotten that Jason was his partner, and treated him like some kind of lackey instead. He ran a tried hand down his face, and leaned against the cushions. Slowly one by one, his muscles relaxed. He was almost asleep when there was sharp knock at his door. He let out a groan of despair, and hoped it wasn't Carly.

Then he frowned. Carly would never knock.

Jason peeled his eyes open, and looked up at the door with a curious tilt of his head. There was another knock, and then he heard a sigh from the other side. "Jason, I know you are in there. Johnny told me you were home."

His heart jolted at the sound of her voice, and he was at the door in an instant, all sense of fatigue and exhaustion gone within an instant. He peeled the door open, and his blue eyes feasted upon her face. The face that he had missed so much, the face that haunted his every thought even when others told him that it was better if he moved on. Those were mainly Carly and Sonny's opinions, but Jason had been deafen to them.

His expression softened, and he had to clench his hand into a fist to keep himself from reaching for her. She was so beautiful. He had always thought of her as beautiful, and was amazed that she couldn't seem to see it for herself. He soaked in the way her hair fell around her face, the nervous way she chewed on her lower lip and the way she looked up at him with those big blue eyes. Eyes so beautiful and bid that a man could drown in them forever.

"Elizabeth," he breathed out her name like a prayer.

"We need to talk."


END OF CHAPTER!

Hope you all enjoyed.

Remember this is entirely separate from "Survivor", but for those who loved that fic, remember that I am writing a sequel to that.

Rrs are appreciated. :D