A/N: My first X-Men. Obviously, since it must sound like a n00b wrote this. I was surfing the channels last night and found X-Men Origins: Wolverine on FX. Then, I got inspiration for these new OCs, Beth and Clara Jackson. Surprising, right? Enjoy! I warn, though: My facts may not be 100% with the story. I'm not that knowledgeable in this area. Also, just go with the fact that Beth was there from the very first movie in the trilogy to the last (X-Men, X2, and X-Men: The Last Stand). Smarts in everything else? Yes. Marvel Comics? Not a chance. I don't even own a single movie besides Spiderman. And even that's on old-timer VHS.

Disclaimer: Let's be honest here. If I'm on this site, I'm obviously not rich, famous, making movies, or blowing my cash on big and useless things like those Marvel guys are.

Summary: She was different. She was dangerous. Beth was being targeted by one of the most dangerous mutants on the planet. Joining the X-Men, they band together to defeat Magneto and save both Rogue and Beth, herself. Part one of the Beth Knight series!

Beginnings For Them All – Chapter 1

Dinner shifts at the restaurant were ending as the last workers were starting to clean up.

A bald man in a wheelchair and a man in a gray sweater with red-tinted sunglasses watched one of the younger waitresses, obviously in high school, carefully, studying her every move. For three hours he had been waiting until closing to approach her and confront her for her powers.

"Professor, are you sure she's a mutant? She seems normal enough." Scott said, his mouth pressed in a tight line, looking her over once again as she counted the tip left at the table. Obviously from her small sigh and defeated posture, the table full of high school kids had not paid her well.

"That electrical disturbance was no accident, surely." The first man muttered lowly to the next across the set table. "It was evident how upset she was before the lights started acting up. And the gloves are there for a reason. I believe she already knows her mutation and understands the cautions of it. By any means, Cerebro never lies."

Professor Xavier and Scott looked over at the dark-haired girl bussing tables in the corner. She looked innocent enough as the light reflected off her raven hair and pale skin. He could see her mouthing the words to the song playing on her iPod, hidden stealthily beneath her white work shirt.

Her hips swayed and her head bobbed subtly to the beat of the song as she walked past him, carrying trays of plates and cups with a steady hand placed at the center of the bottom of the tray. Months of practice had taught her to keep a steady hand when she wanted to.

The men picked up some conversation from across the room. The words easily drifted over to him from the practically silent room, save for the low music, clock ticking, and noise of utensils being put away in the back.

"Sarah, go home. I'm fine with locking up and dealing with the last two over there." The girl told the brunette, Sarah. She seemed to be convincing Sarah of her safety with a handicapped man and a man with tired eyes they could barely make out through his glasses, colored red.

"Fine, Beth. But if I get a call saying you haven't come home yet from your cousin, I'm coming back with a gun. I get that you're leaving in a few days but, still, you aren't going missing before you can leave." An exhausted Sarah responded.

Waving goodbye to her retreating form, Beth turned and headed over Professor Xavier and Scott Summers. She arrived at his table and sat down in an extra chair, collapsing in it, fatigued.

"Look here, Wheels and Red Glasses, I don't have all night. We closed five minutes ago and yet you're still here. I'm tired and it's time for you to leave. If you want something ordered, I'll pack it up so you can eat it at home since you've been here at least three hours." Beth snapped.

Incredibly patient as always, Charles Xavier waited until Beth finished before addressing her. He could see the exhaustion creeping into her eyes, her lids barely supporting themselves. He could tell all she wanted was to collapse in bed and sleep.

"Hello, Bethany, I'm Professor Charles Xavier from Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. I believe you have a spot at our school."

Open-mouthed and slightly skeptical, Beth could only manage a simple, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Let me explain more clearly. At our school, the only students allowed in are ones of mutated qualities. Before you take this into offense, I believe you have already come to terms with your abilities. For example, one of our teachers with me, Scott Summers, has laser vision." Charles elaborated.

Beth still sat in the seat across from them, staring mutely at the professor. Her eyes flickered back and forth between Charles who seemed so calm about the whole ordeal, Scott who appeared remotely bored, and the linen tablecloth.

"Look, I'm a not a mutant. You've obviously got the wrong person." Beth stood up to leave quickly until Professor Xavier spoke again from behind her.

"Your thoughts seem to say otherwise, Bethany. I'm a skilled telepathic, you see. And though you might be angry at the trespassing of your thoughts, it's for the better you come with me in order to control your powers."

She spun around on her heel suddenly. Her eyes were flaring with anger towards him. The restaurant lights began to flicker around her and the smell of ozone filled the air.

"I do not need your help! I've controlled my own powers since I was nine! I haven't killed anyone in a year! My powers are my responsibility and everything has been perfectly fine until you showed up! I don't need to be seen as a freak again!"

Crackling could be heard as a few of the light bulbs burst from the electrical force built up inside of them. Small shocks hit the skin of Professor Xavier and Scott, jolting them in their respective chairs, making them wince in pain.

"Beth, you must calm down. Control your powers. I need to understand you." Again, Professor Xavier tried to persuade her.

The lights stopped flickering and the odor of ozone vanished as quickly as it had come. Beth pulled on her leather gloves slightly.

"What do you want to know, Professor X?" Beth questioned quietly. "And why do you want to help me?"

"Beth, I've seen many cases of alienated mutants hated for being themselves. It's become my duty to help the mutants whenever I can. Do you accept the position at our school in Westchester County, New York?"

Taking a deep breath, Beth answered from her new wooden chair next to Scott.

"Well . . . yeah, I mean, I want the education with people like me. Sure, I'll go with you two. I can get there by tomorrow. I'll just change the moving route. Um, do you guys accept full-time students? I have nowhere else to live after this."

"Of course, Beth. You're welcome at the school as long as you'd like. With all of your belongings included." Xavier explained for her.

Sighing in relief, Beth shifted her gaze around to the restaurant before focusing solely on the clock behind the wheelchair-bound telepathic.

"Look, can I please go home now? I'm going to have to call the moving company. Those dicks will have me on the phone for hours. And I'd really like to get as much sleep as I can."

"We need to know what your mutation is." Scott voiced up mildly uninterested from beside Beth. He looked nice enough but Beth still couldn't trust him completely. His brown hair that fell onto his forehead, broad shoulders, and nonchalant and slightly cocky attitude reminded her of someone she'd rather forget. Desperately, she pushed the thoughts from her mind, trying to face him without cringing in fear of him.

Looking at him, while being quite annoyed, Beth gave a deadpanned answer. Scott noticed she had moved her chair a few inches away from his and was sitting on the edge farthest from him.

"Electricity. Why the hell do you think I wear gloves some days. Anything with electricity in it, I can manipulate. I also pretty much radiate electricity since I can take it from objects and store it. You two could be dead at my feet right now, but whatever. I also can tell how strong my electrical forces will be each day." Beth replied with an air of indifference that mocked Scott.

Professor Xavier looked Beth in the eye, revealing a small smile of amusement at her attitude towards Scott. Nodding, he motioned for Scott and himself to leave the popular restaurant for the city's residents.

"I'll be waiting on your arrival, Bethany." he called out as he wheeled himself away with Scott following close behind.

Beth offered a small smile of confirmation and looked back to the table, only to see a slip of white paper and a pile of papers. The white paper, reading in neat script, save for the last line said:

Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

1407 Graymalkin Lane

Salem Center (North Salem),

Westchester County,

New York

I expect you to arrive by tomorrow, Bethany Knight.

Fill out the forms.

Professor Xavier and Professor Summers

After rolling her eyes in aggravation, she began to laugh aloud. This school was definitely going to change her life.