Ok, so I was bored and at my dad's so wrote this. I don't own xmen unfortunately, but I do own Adella and the Lincoln family, along with any other OCs

Normal = English

Bold = Italian

Italics = Thoughts

Italic and Bold = German

Chapter 1

A blonde woman stood in the walled gardens of a large 18th century Stately home. Tucked neatly under her chin was a beautifully crafted violin on which she was playing Pachelbel's Canon in D minor. The sun was high in the sky over the gardens, it was after all nearing midday.

"Della," A male voice spoke in her mind, bringing her attention from her playing.

The young blonde turned around, lowering the violin as she did so.

"Yes, Philip?" She said to the blonde man. Her brother rarely spoke to her anymore, choosing to avoid her instead, a feat that was easily managed in their home's 26 acre gardens.

"Your sister and I want you to leave. We'll give you money for a plane flight and towards a new home, not that you need it with all the money that mother gave you. We'll even pay for your transport if you go to one of mamá's homes in America; we don't want a traitor of our kind in this home anymore," The young man spoke, out loud and in Italian. His voice had a tone of finality.

The woman, Adella, just looked at her brother, shocked. She had always known that her siblings didn't much like her since they had realised that she wouldn't help them to overcome normal people. You see, Adella and her family were mutants, well, except for her Uncle George.

"Ph- Philip! I can't leave! At least here, I know people, over there I would know nobody! You're my family, you can't do this!" Adella replied, her one blue and one silver eye shimmering with unshed tears.

"I can and will. I've already had your belongings packed and your plane ticket booked. You leave tonight; your plane leaves at 8PM," He said coldly, to his own sister.

As a tear fell down her pale face, Adella turned and ran up the garden into her home.

"How can he do this! Stupid moron, if anyone should leave, it should be Bianca and him! I at least have a reason to stay! Oh Damn! How on earth will I get my masters degree now!" Adella muttered to herself in German once she had reached her room on the third floor of her home.

She was referring to her masters degree in genetic mutation and her thesis regarding how it shaped the planet, not only biologically, but geologically as well. She was studying at Oxford University for the third time, the previous two studying Physics and Music respectively.

Still muttering to herself in German and occasionally switching to other languages, Adella collected all of her sheet music and instruments and began placing the finely crafted instruments into their cases and the music into a large, sleek, blue box-folder.

These all got placed in a pile to the left of her door whilst she went downstairs to collect her Cello and Double Bass, both of which stayed in the houses music room; they were far too heavy to carry around whenever she wanted to play them. The two stringed instruments in their cases, Adella turned and looked longingly at her Cherry wood grand Piano; it would have to be left here. She was wondering as it was how on earth she would manage to get her other instruments onto a plane.

As she walked out of the oak panelled room, Adella almost walked straight into one of the butlers, Patrick.

"Oh, hi Patrick, Could you take these to the Aston Martin for me?" she asked, handing over the two rather large cases. Upon his nod, Adella ran back to her room and began grabbing books. Her Favourite, a copy of Das Boot, By Lothar-Günther Buchheim rested on top of the pile of German, French, Italian, Spanish, Chinese, Russian, Korean and Arabic books. Part of Adella's mutation allowed her to learn the language of any non-mutant that she touched.

She looked at the Mahogany Grandfather clock that stood opposite her four-poster bead. It's ivory face read 6pm.

Since Philip had told her of his and Bianca's Plan to kick her out, Adella had spent nearly six hours checking that everything was packed and calling various ex-members of staff that her mother had hired before her death, just a short three years ago. She had arranged for one of them to meet her at the airport and drive her to one of her mother's homes in America.

The home that Adella had decided to move to was one that she had spent many childhood visits at, in Westchester, New York. It had been near the mansion of one of her mother's many rich friends, whom Adella recalled had had a son a couple of years older than her. She wondered briefly if he would still be there before getting up and walking to her Aston Martin DB9 to drive to the airport. She'd leave it for Bianca; she was the nicest of her siblings and had always wanted the Aston Martin.

Getting in the clean Blue car, Adella set off down the 2mile driveway and began her journey to the airport.

At the airport, Adella arranged all of her belongings before sitting to wait an hour before she could board her plane. Thinking that ignoring her thesis just because she wouldn't be able to study at Oxford was a waste of her previous work, she pulled out her notebook and a book on animal mutation and another on plant mutation. Reading the English books, she scribbled down notes in Italian, she fell into it without thinking as her mother had been Italian and her family, Peter, Bianca, her mother and herself had only spoken Italian for nearly 15 years since her father's death.

Feeling someone prodding at her mind and hoping that it was Philip coming to tell her to come back home, she looked up. Stood in front of her table in the airport café was a man with dark hair and blue eyes.

"Heterochromia, that's a mutation, you know," the man said to her, a smile on his face.

Not really in the mood, she looked back down to her books and sighed saying, "So's your colour vision," before scribbling down a genetic marker in the margin of her notebook.

Adella looked up when she realised that the man was reading her work, albeit upside down.

"Look, unless you understand genetics and want to offer an insight of human mutation and it's possible future effects on biodiversity and the geology of the inhabited continents, please leave, I don't have the time," Adella said, her Italian accent coming out with her frustration.

"Actually, I just graduated Oxford, my thesis was on human evolution. Charles Xavier," He replied holding his hand out to her.

She frowned, Xavier. The name sounded familiar.

She pulled her glove back on before shaking his hand, she really didn't want to be bombarded by his thoughts whilst they shook hands.

"Adella Lincoln, I was supposed to graduate this year, but my siblings have sent me to America due to a," she paused for a moment thinking how to phrase it, "A slight political disagreement, they want to get rid of a large group of people, I don't."

Looking away from her books, Adella noticed something that she hadn't before, having been so absorbed in her books. The air around him felt slightly charged, the way it did with mutants.

Adella gasped, this man was another mutant. 'Maybe he was the one pressing against my mental barriers' she thought to herself, and cautiously let them down

"Charles Xavier," She thought, "Are you a mutant? A telepath like my brother?"

Shock passed briefly over his features before he asked, "How do you know?"

"Well, if I told you, I'd have to kill you," she joked looking down at her abandoned tea on the table, "Actually, it isn't really talked about in public. I'm a mutant too. I'll explain another time, I have a mansion in Westchester, actually, it was my mother's, but pop over sometime and I'll show you,"

Just then, an announcement to board came on for her flight, "Well, Charles, it was a pleasure to meet you. I do hope that you come and visit sometime," Adella smiled as she picked up her hand luggage and walked over to her plane.

"Charles, Moira says we need to be boarding our plane now," another blonde girl said as she walked up to Charles; Raven, his adopted sister.

Charles nodded and picked up his coffee before standing and walking with Raven and Moira to his plane.

So that's the first chapter, hope you like it

Das Boot is actually a really good book as is the film of it, though the ginger dude in it's really creepy. It's about a German U-boat in WWII. I don't own that either, well, except for a copy in English that my dad bought for me and a copy in German that mein shwester bought for me.

Please Review and feel free to PM me with ideas or just to chat

Aille x